Chapter 71

She opened one of the wire doors and went slowly down towards the orchard. She looked across the valley towards Castle Craven, and seeing it solidly grey and remote upon its hill, she paused as though the old town had some message for her. “Here I stand, my dear. I too have stood a siege, and though they battered at me I did not surrender.” She recovered a moment of romance in remembering how a young man on a white charger had ridden up the valley at the head of two thousand “horse,” and how the Parliament men had …