CHAPTER TWENTY
Kate had no idea where she was, and maybe, right then, that was a good thing. Lord Cranston wouldn’t be able to find her if even she didn’t know where she was, and nor would the Dowager’s people.
She’d pulled the boat in to shore an hour ago, dragging it up coastal scree and abandoning it in case someone came looking for her. Would they? Would they track her as a deserter now that she’d run from the company against Lord Cranston’s orders? Kate didn’t know. She hoped not.
Once she’d reached the coast, she headed inland. Now, she wandered a landscape that seemed to be composed mostly of peat and heather, broken only here and there by solitary trees, or small stands of them. There were mountains around, tall enough that they seemed to form the edge of the world, blotting out
