30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to meet back at the car at 6.00pm.You don’t notice the watching ey...es, as you approached the ticket window, or see the young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her place taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with knee breeches and Deer stalker hat.“I’d like a ticket for the 4.30pm tour please” you ask, the man scans a sheet in front of him “sorry” said the man “that’s the last. Every time she tried to quash the last tiny bit of pathetic hope that remained – the part that fostered silly daydreams of being rescued like a princess by a knight in shining armor – she’d catch his eye across the camp, and realise he’d clearly been watching her, his gaze dark and intent and unreadable, and the little shred of hope just wouldn’t die.She was somewhat ashamed at her inability to read him; she had been part of the Grand Game since she’d been a teenager, could fit in equally. Then he walked around and opened the back hatch. He stepped aside to let Brynn jump in. The driver then growled something inaudible to the trembling girl and shoved her inside with the dog.The car was heated and very comfortable. I reached for the little fridge and poured a glass of chilled white wine. It was an excellent Touraine from the Loire valley. I heard my sweet companions shuffle behind the separation in the back. It made me smile as I nipped and felt the fruity liquid slide down my. " Father didn't come home with us that night, which left me disappointed. I got a lift home with Mother, still wondering."Why did you lie about the state of Sally?" "Your father's weak when it comes to emotional subjects, Sally will be fine, why torture your dad for a night?"Mother's optimism was infectious even though her prediction was utterly groundless."How can you be so confident?" "Do you really think they'd only just let us in to see her if she was in a precarious position?" There was.