she’d never formed any special friendships with her horses. She had no pet cats or canaries. Animals were animals; dumb beasts bred to serve, not sit at table. Were she to wed Roger Grey, she would no doubt find herself breaking her fast with his favorite riding-horse each morning. A flicker of light in the distance caught her eye. Leaning forward, she squinted into the darkness. A shadowy line of trees stood at attention across an open field, their crowns forming a jagged horizon against the night sky. The moon, just past the first quarter, flooded the field with silver-blue light. Despite the rumbling of the carriage beneath her, Victoria could still see well enough to make out an odd shape running over the grass. It looked as though it might have been a horse, but she couldn’t make out a rider. The shape was also wrong, somehow, but she didn’t know what else it could be. No other animal that size lived in this part of the country. “Father, what is that?” she asked, pointing at the strange shape. He glanced in the direction of her finger. “Just a fellow out for a ride, the same as us.” “No need to change the subject, Victoria.” Her mother sat up as straight as she could. “I’ve half a mind to–” The carriage swerved to one side, throwing Victoria against her mother. The older woman let out a grunt as they collided. Before they could disentangle themselves, the carriage veered again.
She Returns From War by Lee Collins - Sample Chapters
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