“Hullo,” said a slightly slurred voice, ‘can I speak to Helen Macaulay?”“Oh yes, you can, this is she. Arriving in Lucerne, Macaulay was pathetically pleased to see such old friends as Fen, Sarah and Malise. ”“I was saying I was thirsty, Driff,” said Billy, winking at the others. But after drinking Rupert’s health in Rupert’s champagne out of the huge silver cup he had just won, they were far more interested in talking about The Bull’s amazing jump and Billy’s retirement.
In the riders’ stand, next to the collecting ring, Helen comforted a disconsolate Billy. Rocky was the best horse in the contest, but he had never seen a crowd this big, nor heard so much noise, nor seen so many undulating rows of peaked caps, like a wriggling aviary. “What a bloody useless day,” he said. “Bloody Antis,” said one, incongruously smoothing a wildlife sanctuary sticker on her windscreen.
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