Chapter Ten'Where's Kate?'
As so often happens in Scotland, a night of heavy rain was followed by a bright, sharp morning where the air was so brisk that one's skin tingled.
'Where's Kate?' Lorna woke us up, one by one. Christine had moved during the night and was nearest to the entrance, lying in a foetal ball. I shook her.
'Christine, have you seen Kate?'
'No.' Christine yawned and scratched her head, looking like a disgruntled spaniel puppy. 'She might be answering a call of nature.'
We allowed Kate ten minutes before we began to search, shouting her name as we scoured the hillside. Sunlight sparkled on a score of new rivulets that gushed toward Poll nan Ban while whaups bubbled in the distance.
'Kate!'
'She might have slipped and fallen,' I said.
Lorna organised the search, so
