Unusually, Ben slept late, his slumbers disturbed by images of Serena Coale. It would have been better if he had ignored her, rather than stirring up memories best left alone. After a hasty breakfast he walked out to the stable to collect Morgan, the huge roan gelding that had carried him faithfully for so many miles. A little rain had fallen in the early hours but the sky was clear and as he trotted out onto the road he hoped for a dry journey to York.
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