But I wasn't to ride him.

No fear! Goring put me on an old screw of a troop horse, with one leg like a gate-post.

I was helped up and my legs tied under his belly.

Then one of the men took the bridle and led me away.

Goring rode in front and the other men behind.
As we rose the hill above the place I looked back and saw mother drop down on the ground in a kind of fit, while Aileen bent over her and seemed to be loosening her dress.