Proserpina

Without another thought, I threw down my hairbrush and raced after her, the maids goggling at me before following at a more sedate pace. They were used to our rather rambunctious games and took it to be another such boisterous round of catch. They had no clue how desperate I was.

Little Piers charged behind me, shouting, frantically, 'Mumma! Catch Ria! Piers want pink egg!!!'

I was dimly aware of the startled security men who could not believe that we were racing ...