Chapter SevenClova kept her eyes tightly closed and prayed fervently as Tarquil had told her to do.
She was aware that he was letting himself down the wall of Mallic Castle in the same way as a mountaineer climbed or descended a cliff.
He found precarious footholds in the rough stones and his hands, immensely strong and powerful, clenched the rope.
She was sensible enough to control her impulse to hold him round his neck in case it might throttle him.
And she knew that, if she opened her eyes, she would be so frightened that she might either scream or faint.
‘Please – God – please – get us away safely please – please – ’
She was praying with an intensity that made her feel as if her whole body, her mind and her soul went into her prayer.
Then she was aware that they had now reached
