CHAPTER X.
Two weeks slipped by on the wings of time and opportunity and achievement, all colored so wonderfully for Lucy, all spelling that adventure for which she had yearned.
Lucy was riding down into the sage toward the monuments with a whole day before her.

Bostil kept more and more to himself, a circumstance that worried her, though she thought little about it.

Van had taken up the training of the King; and Lucy had deliberately quarreled with him so that she would be free to ride where she listed.

Farlane nagged her occasionally about her rides into the sage, insisting that she must not go so far and stay so long.

And after Van's return to work he made her ride Sarchedon.
Things had happened at the Ford which would have concerned Lucy greatly had she not been over-excited about her own affairs.