"Get me there quickly.

You can take your time going home, and we'll go the lower road.

I feel as though Death and I were running a race.

I could never forgive myself if I died before I'd provided for Mary." The pony gave her head a shake as though in answer to her mistress's words, pricked up her ears and set off at a sharp canter.
Suddenly something happened.

Lady Anne had at first no realisation of what it was.