Wildfire at Midnight Mary Stewart

She was there, all right. She was lying in a little curled huddle, her back against the wall of the cave. Her eyes were shut, and the bright face that I remembered was a frightening grey-white, with a film of sweat over it like cellophane.I thrust a shaking hand inside the brave red jacket and tried to find her heart...A man's shadow fell across the floor of the cave. Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге Wildfire at Midnight (Mary Stewart)