The White Cliffs
by M.J. Snow She had come here to die. That was her intention from the very start. She dismounted her horse and kissed his soft black muzzle, and he nuzzled her shoulder. She leaned her forehead against his long nose, her only friend. She turned to go, and he followed her as she made her way slowly through the trees toward the sound of the waves. The path was difficult to follow in the thick fog. There was a scent in the air of wet rock, trees, earth. She wondered if she would remember… ___ It was storming outside. Delyth was restless. She'd hoped to go riding, earlier, but the weather forced her to stay indoors. After dinner, the Colonel had retreated to his study, and she had retired to the library. She'd sat near the fire, trying to read Shakespeare's sonnets for an hour or more, but found she read and reread the same page again and again, without remembering a word. She went to choose another book to see if a change in subject matter would help her to bec
