Chapter FourMary-Rose lay down after luncheon and Fiona wandered downstairs and out the front door.
She passed through the courtyard and onto the grass that surrounded The Castle inside the great high walls.
It was a lovely day with bright sunshine and a touch of wind. Fiona felt her hair being whipped against her cheeks and was somehow glad of its roughness.
Ever since arriving in Scotland she had had the feeling of being incarcerated almost like a prisoner, but the wind made her feel that outside there was the freshness of the air and the wildness of the countryside and freedom.
Mary-Rose had been tired after the journey and at first Fiona had allowed her to play only within the confines of The Castle itself, then yesterday and this morning they had taken a short walk.
Fiona had bee
