She’d meant to find a merchant or fisherman who would take her back to Scotland, but instead she’d been distracted by a man from Italy who had some of the finest made shoes she’d ever seen in her life. She’d used money to buy them that she’d found in the pouch inside the travel bag attached to the horse. She’d basically stolen the horse and also the contents of the bag that probably belonged to one of the castle’s nobles. She should feel bad about it, but she didn’t. She was so crazed from seeing Catherine kissing Conlin, nothing she did was out of the question at this point. She was upset and she needed to calm herself by buying some shoes. That was the only thing that would get her through this. Now that she’d spent all but once pence, she needed to find someone who would get her back to Scotland for little or no charge. There was only one ship she could take that she’d heard was leaving in the morning, and it was the last one she wanted to be on, but she didn’t have a choice.
