The Rocking Horse: A Regency Novella - Plot & Excerpts
Miss Jocelyn Maybrey drew aside the heavy leather curtain covering the coach window. Beside her, Lady Maybrey stirred and looked over her shoulder, each woman seeking her first glimpse of the legendary estate. Just ahead, massive stonework marked the entrance to the property. Lady Maybrey touched her daughter's hand and gently squeezed it. Jocelyn turned her head and smiled. For all her London beau monde savvy, her mother was excited. Well, Jocelyn wryly admitted, so was she. Christmas at Bayneville! Memories for a lifetime! The coach turned right to pass between cream stone walls surmounted with snarling lions that overlooked the roadway. Dry, ash-brown leaves swirled upward as they passed, sailing into the air. Chiseled in the Roman style into the stone wall below the lions was the legend BAYNEVILLE, stark and arrogant. Reading it, Jocelyn felt a shiver of anticipation. She turned her head and stared down the drive and across a half-mile expanse of scythed winter-browned grass to the massive stone structure known as Bayneville Castle, seat of the Marques of Tarkington, scion of the Bayne family.
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