While Lily saw to the unpacking of her things in the grand bedchamber she’d been assigned, shouts drifted in her open window, drawing her attention. Looking out, she saw two gentlemen on horseback racing hell for leather across the open land to the east. They were neck and neck, but approaching a hedgerow as tall as a man, which must force them to go around. As she watched, one rider—a fair-haired man who could only be Hal—went straight at the impossible obstacle and jumped over, the horse’s back legs brushing the top of the brambles. It was a mad, unnecessary thing to do, and she was still standing there incredulously when Delia knocked on the door a few minutes later. “Hurry up, Lily, we’re missing all the fun. Ian and Rob have already gone down to the terrace.” The race was apparently over; she could see the horses coming in at a trot, and she’d no doubt as to who’d won.
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