She heard the door of the carriage being opened and then the man who had been sitting beside her lifted her up and passed her to another man outside.
She was carried over some rough gravel, which crunched beneath his feet and then up some steps.
Then she heard a voice that was undoubtedly Euan’s saying in an authoritative tone,
“Carry her up to the tower!”
Now she was being taken up some stone stairs, along a corridor and then there were more stairs, small ones, and she was sure that it was a narrow staircase because her captor carried her more upright in case her head or her knees should bang against the walls on either side.
There were, however, far fewer stairs than she had expected before she was set down and the rope which had pinioned her arms to her sides was undone.
It had be
