“I don’t believe her tae be a spy,” Ella said, looking sternly at her husband. “If she were a spy, why would she claim a family? And the Willby’s of all people? They are but a day’s ride!”
“Willby,” Kyle muttered.
“What’s that?” Domnal asked.
“The Englishman!” Kyle spat, kicking out at the stool. He could practically hear Sir Simon Blackmarch’s sinister voice, echoing the word.Willby.
Kyle spun around and kicked open the doors back into the yard, running full tilt up to the castle wall. He leaped up the stairs in the guard tower, cresting the ramparts, and leaned out over the edge, looking down at the abandoned camp below. The Englishmen were gone. There was little left of them save a few smoldering fire pits and depressions in the grass where they had set tents.
Kyle looked up from the spot to the green horizon, the wind blowing back his unbound hair, and he wondered just how far they could have gotten and if Laila was with them. Was she a spy? Had he truly been fooled? But what he had felt was so real, and he knew, at least he thought he knew, that she had felt it too.
“Where have ye gone,” he said to the wind, but there was no reply.
