The horse she rode carried her with superb ease.

He was the finest animal she had ever ridden, and from the first she believed the race was hers.
On she went through the orange glow of evening.

It was like a swift entrancing dream.

And the years fell away from her as if they had never been, and she and Guy were racing over the slopes of her father's park, as they had raced in the old sweet days of youth and early love.

She heard him urging his horse behind her, and remembered how splendid he always looked in the saddle.
The distance dwindled.