Chapter 12
They sat in a sheltered spot on an outcrop of sun-warmed stones, looking out over the blue skies blanketing the stark moorland of the North Yorkshire countryside. Neither of them had spoken much, so they sat side by side looking out.
“How long did it go on for?” Dearne asked, still staring out over the moor.
Will didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Almost a year. I escaped.”
“Who did it?”
“My uncle. I was locked up, but my uncle was in charge of my treatment.”
“What the hell did he do?”
Will shrugged and sighed. “He is a man of God. He lives a very quiet, pious life and believes sin can be cast out. I have to say, he had a damned good go at casting the sin out of me. He left instructions with the staff there about how I was to be treated.” Will plucked at the grass by his l
