"Is everything all right, ladies?" Sabrina whirled to face both men as they dismounted. "Oh, my, yes. Everything is fine. Why ever would you think otherwise?" Brinna could just see Lord Thurleah's face as he arched one eyebrow, his lips appearing to struggle to hold back an amused smile. "Mayhap because Lady Joan has fallen in the snow?" "Fallen?" Lady Sabrina's genuine horror seemed to suggest ladies simply did not do anything as embarrassing as fall off the back of the wagon into the snow. She gasped, "Oh, nay. You must be mistaken, my lord. Why Lady Joan would never have fallen. She is the epitome of grace and beauty. She is as nimble as a fawn, as graceful as a swan. She is ---" "Presently lying in the snow," Lord Thurleah pointed out dryly."