Read Online 101. A Call of Love by Barbara Cartland - Free Book Online

you are.”
    “Thank you, ma’am, that is very generous of you.”
    “It’s the truth, you know it’s the truth,” Aisha said. “Men are cleverer than women, so that they can organise the world, while women remain at home and look after the children and make their husbands, when they do return, as happy and as comfortable as possible.”
    “There I agree with every word!” he exclaimed.
    “Of course you do,” Aisha said laughing, “and that is why we, as women, must always take second place in a world ruled by men.”
    “What would you want to be if you were not a woman?” Lord Kenington enquired.
    “I am not going to answer that question for the simple reason that you want me to say I would like to be a man. Then you would add that I would make a very bad one! I think rather that you should learn to read other people’s thoughts, which is something you should have done when you were in Tibet.”
    “I realise the monks can do it if they wish, but I never thought of trying to do it myself.”
    “Yet you live in a political world,” Aisha argued, “and it would be most advantageous if you knew what your opponents were thinking and what they were planning.”
    “I would have thought it was impossible for anyone to know that,” Lord Kenington replied.
    “I think we can do it if we practise.” When he did not answer, she went on,
    “Shut your eyes and think of something and I will try to tell you what you are thinking. Please don’t make it too difficult, as I am only an amateur.”
    Lord Kenington thought she was talking nonsense, but it was different from anything he had ever done before.
    He therefore shut his eyes and concentrated on the horse with which he was hoping to win the Grand National next year.
    There was silence and then Aisha said slowly,
    “You will win the race, but not next year, perhaps the year after.”
    Lord Kenington opened his eyes.
    “What are you talking about?” he asked.
    “You were thinking about your horses and racing a particular one, but I could not get his name. He will come in second or third next year in the big race and first another time.”
    Lord Kenington stared at her.
    “Did you really know I was thinking about that?” he asked. “It’s the most extraordinary thing I have ever known!”
    “Books have told me that thought reading comes quite easily to those who devote their lives to prayer and worship,” Aisha answered. “I have tried it with Papa and, now, when he is away for so long, I feel somehow that I can communicate with him, even though he is not always very aware of it.”
    “I have never heard anything so extraordinary. It’s certainly something I would like to try myself.”
    “Well you must practise. It’s really a question of close concentration and forcing every instinct in you into elucidating from the other person what is in their mind.”
    Lord Kenington laughed.
    “I don’t believe all this,” he sighed. “How could I have come on a perfectly ordinary voyage to India and then found a young and beautiful woman who would teach me about the afterlife and other issues I have never known or even thought about myself?”
    “It is something I have never talked about except with Papa,” Aisha replied. “For the simple reason that I knew ordinary people would not understand and certainly would not be interested.”
    “And you thought I would be?” “It seemed to come naturally into our conversation after we had talked about Tibet. It then struck me that it might be useful in what you are trying to find out when you reach India.”
    “I am hoping your father will help me with that.” “Papa is not the only person involved. You will find, if you can thought read, a great number of people know more about what you are seeking than you give them credit for.”
    “Now I am really frightened,” Lord Kenington said. “While I will undoubtedly try to follow you myself, I will be extremely annoyed if anyone else reads my