Deep snow deleted all reference points which could help travelers find their way. Soon will come the dead of night. At this time, the darkness in a hurry to devour the last glimmers of the day. Although Agnes was wearing a bit shabby long coat, fur-lined otter - a gift to her late husband, and wool dress, she shivered. Suddenly Agnes thought that in the surrounding utter silence there is something supernatural. She did not hear any rustling leaves, no hasty run small animals fleeing as she approached. Only the rhythmic creaking of the dusty blankets, which from time to time Rozochka pushed his strong legs. The young woman looked around carefully, trying to see signs of sabot Clement. Suddenly the mare jerked her head and sniffed loudly. Agnes stiffened, instinctively throwing his cloak, revealing a short sword hanging from her belt. In a whisper she calmed roses, lightly pressed foot on cereals and continued on. After a few seconds, she regretted that took sidesaddle, which puts it at a disadvantage compared to the rider, who sat astride. Of course, if you have to flee, Agnes, a great rider, do not fall out of the saddle. But rosette will not be able to run long and frisky. She can not afford to compete with the much easier with hot gelding, in which the blood of Arabian horses. Not to mention the battle stallion. But what she imagined? She pulled herself together and told to think soberly. Looking for Clement, that's all. It severely chastised him, recalling that he should not go so far away from the Manoir in the evening, not bothering to put it in popularity. What a crazy idea pushed him, always so sensible, this daring escapade?
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