Mr. Falkirk rode quite slowly in the direction pointed out to him, looking from side to side as he did so in case Tara might have taken to the moorland or wandered among the pine trees which grew down to the burn.
It was in fact a long time later and nearly three miles away from The Castle that finally he found her.
There were no trees and the moor seemed to stretch endlessly towards the horizon and he was just thinking of turning back when he saw a dark figure on a patch of heather high above the road itself.
He had the feeling that she must have climbed, not to admire the view, but to see if there was a sign of a house or a habitat of any sort.
He turned his horse and rode up to her silently to find her crying helplessly, her hands over her face as she crouched amongst the heather.
