Such, however, was not the case.
When Jane did get out to the court, Fay was there alone, and at the moment embarking on a dubious voyage down the stone-lined amber stream upon a craft of two brooms and a pillow.

Fay was as delightfully wet as she could possibly wish to get.
Clatter of hoofs distracted Fay and interrupted the scolding she was gleefully receiving from Jane.

The sound was not the light-spirited trot that Bells made when Lassiter rode him into the outer court.

This was slower and heavier, and Jane did not recognize in it any of her other horses.

The appearance of Bishop Dyer startled Jane.