CHAPTER SIXThere came a discreet knock at the door. Maggie crossed the room and opened it.
Sheena heard her mutter something and then she closed the door.
“’Tis the messenger,” she said in a low voice.
Sheena raised her head from her writing desk.
“I have nearly finished,” she said dubiously and sat biting the end of her quill, her mind filled with indecision and worry.
What could she say to her father now? She had been told that a messenger was leaving secretly for Scotland that night and that any letters she sent by his hand would be safe and not opened or spied on, as were all the other letters that left The Palace.
If Sheena had not already suspected the presence of spies, who watched everything and everybody, Maggie would soon have enlightened her.
“There’s them that spies for
