Chapter Nine
The next morning Tawnyetta set out on her own. It was early. Bridget was still sound asleep in their room. The sounds and smells of cooking came from the kitchen, but no staff could be seen and all was quiet in the castle and gardens.
The sunshine of the previous day had not yet reappeared this morning. Tawnyetta found the now familiar dreary morning weather more welcoming today. She had spent enough time in the gardens at the castle that she was no longer uncomfortable exploring them alone in the mysterious morning. In fact, the Highland mist gave everything an otherworldly feel, especially the Secret Garden.
After entering through the archway she followed a grey stone path that was so embedded in the ground it appeared to have grown there. The path led to an equally ancie
