She screamed and Clola saw her face contort, her eyes wide with terror and her mouth open, before she disappeared from view.
Clola gave a sob, which was the only sound she could make, as Torquil dragged her back through the door into the turret.
With his arms round her – for otherwise she would have fallen to the ground – he stood looking at the small bed and the partially furnished room.
“You can’t stay here,” he muttered.
Then, as he realised that she was too weak to do anything for herself, he picked her up in his arms and carried her very carefully down the stairs.
He was tall and strong for his age and Clola was very light and weak from all she had been through.
It was not difficult for him to take her down the twisting turret staircase, then to descend the wider one that led fr
