Putting a heel to her own mount’s flank, she pelted after him. He was a good rider. She knew that. But a strange horse and unfamiliar surroundings could unnerve even the best horseman. She was sure he’d recover shortly, but it was best to stay close just in case. And it made for an exhilarating ride. She let the stallion have his head across the field, the cool air rushing past her face, the sound of thundering hooves filling her ears. She was an eagle, diving to the sea; a porpoise skimming the waves of grass. All Society’s expectations, all her own frustrations, were nothing compared to the feeling of freedom. Then something flew past her, heavy and dark, and she realized another fellow had entered the lists. His greatcoat flapping behind him like the wings of a bat, he veered his powerful horse across her path. What was he doing? Couldn’t he tell she had a purpose? Daphne turned her mount to avoid a collision. To her surprise, he came abreast and reached out as if to take the reins from her.
