Chapter 55

I will be so glad to leave this place, Fenella thought. I have been sick every morning I've been here. I was never sick at MacKinnon Keep. I can't tolerate this place another day longer. What was worse, she was hungry, but too nauseous to eat. Fenella put together what little she was carrying to the Keep, adding some bread from the kitchen which she wrapped in a kitchen towel to stow with her thin