Meridon knew she did not belong in the dirty, vagabond life of a gypsy. The half-remembered vision of another life burned in her heart, even in the midst of the Salisbury Fair of 1805 where thieves, wastrels, and circus rogues bargained for their fortunes. Alone she followed the wind and the urgings of her dream, riding in the moonlight past the rugged gates, up the winding drive to her home — clutching the golden clasps of the necklace that was her birthright — home at last to Wideacre. The lost heir of one of England’s great estates would take her place as its mistress….