When Sorcha had laid down to sleep, she’d hoped that was where Enid would wake up this time, too, but she’d been prepared to find herself out in the open, still in the grass with Joseph. She was assaulted by confusing sensations when she came to: the sharp smell of horse, the dull sound of hoofs clumping in the dirt, bright light. She was not lying in her soft bed under her warm bedcovers; instead of the comfort and safety of home, she appeared to be draped over the front of a horse. Once she realized where she was, she assumed Joseph had carried her unconscious body to his mount and was taking her to safety. Her next thought was for the children and servants. She tried to move, but her arms appeared to be bound behind her back. Had he done it to keep them from flopping around? She turned her head to let him know she was awake, but from her head-down position, all she could see of him was his leg. She focused past the leg to determine where she was, and that’s when she saw him.
