“Help me up, please,” she asked the Steward.
“Her Ladyship will no be pleased to hear ye’re to ride like that, Mistress Stirling,” he objected.
“Maybe she will not have to hear,” replied Celina, raising her eyebrows and adjusting her skirt to accommodate her legs astride.
She settled her revolver more comfortably and then dug her heels into Jessie’s side.
A few moments later she was out of the Castle and heading towards Beaumarche.
She soon recognised that Walt had been right about Jessie’s speed.
Celina reckoned that Rupert on Prince would travel much faster than she could. However, he did not have her familiarity with the countryside.
There was a way over rough land that shortened the distance between the Castles Fitzalan and Beaumarche. It involved negotiating a narrow ledge ro
