Wentworth Prison lay thirty-five miles away. It would have been a mere half-hour’s ride in a fast car over good roads, but for Claire and her companions, it meant two days of arduous travel on horseback over half-frozen mud. The distance didn’t daunt them, driven by the urgency of the situation. Dougal’s words echoed in Claire’s ears, fuelling her determination as she remained in the saddle long past the point of exhaustion, refusing to yield to fatigue.