Jouncing along on the back of a horse ominously christened Runaway, Adrienne experienced a total lack of control. Her slim gown forced her to keep both legs on one side, and she constantly felt on the verge of hurtling into a ditch or hedgerow. Nathan held the reins, so she could do no more than cling alternately to Runaway's mane and her kidnapper's body, and pray. With only the moon to light their way, they thundered so recklessly along a hilly, winding road that Adrienne was certain each moment would be her last. "Please!" she yelled after an especially terrifying brush with death. "Slow down!" "A search party led by Jarrow is doubtless in close pursuit!" Nathan replied with mock horror. "He would not be merciful if he overcame us." "Jarrow?" she echoed, laughing. No other words passed between them. Adrienne had no wish to distract him, and in fact, she was secretly quite thrilled. When coherent thought became possible, she decided that tonight Nathan epitomized all her girlhood fantasies.
