She waited for a full week before he arrived, dirty and sweating, on horseback. She had just had a note from Jocelyn. She passed it to Sir Lyle without a word.
He took it and read it silently. Then he looked up. “I am sorry I could not come sooner. As I said in my letter, there were problems with my cargo. Still, it does sound as if the captain is being treated fairly well, all things considered.”
“Considering that he is under investigation for a murder he did not commit,” Catherine said bitterly. She motioned to Sir Lyle to sit down, which he did gingerly, trying not to get grime on the damask-covered chair. “They have no notion of justice.”
“Ah but they do.” Sir Lyle gave her a hard look. “I have spent many hours in the company of sailors this past week. I assure you that justice amon
