Chapters (76)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Karen Brooks
- Title Page
- Dedication
- EXPLANATORY NOTE
- PART ONE
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- PART TWO
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- PART THREE
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- PART FOUR
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Epilogue: Autumn 1706
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- GLOSSARY
- LIST OF CHARACTERS
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Alone in her bed for the first time in ages, that night Sorcha tossed and turned, praying her boat would reach port soon. Once more the Pittenweem community had rallied behind them and, if there weren’t quite as many folk to champion them as when they were first released, it was reassuring to know not everyone had been swayed by Patrick Cowper and Peter Morton.
Not yet.
It was mainly because of the reverend that they decided to celebrate their release. Forced to attend the kirk each Sunday since they’d been freed — not to go would attract fines they could ill afford and would be seen as an admission of guilt in the eyes of the reverend and his followers — they had to endure his sermons. Every week he warned people against witchcraft, decried the monsters and evil spirits who, he claimed, walked among them. He maintained the devil was loose in the world, even quoting from a sermon given by a Salem preacher, Cotton Mather, published in Wonders of the Invisible World, a book Sorcha knew well, as it had done the rounds among those who could read as soon as it was published. As he spoke, there were some who stared pointedly at the fishwives, craning their necks and casting them looks of fear, pity and even anger. Having to put up with this made Sorcha, Nettie, Beatrix and the other fishwives more determined than ever to defy the man and invite those so inclined to join them for some food and drink to mark their pardon.
Sorcha was brought back to the present by the voices of Nettie and Beatrix. Folk would be arriving soon. She calmly rose from the chest and went to help. Together, they’d spent the morning baking bannocks, stewing some fish they’d hoarded from the last catch, and cutting cheese bought from the farms. Lillie and Margaret had collected oysters and mussels, Therese Larnarch had cooked a coney pie and brought some slices of mutton she’d managed to barter from a farmer out St Monan’s way. There was also a steaming plate of neeps, eggs, and a custard. Bottles of whisky and some wine from France — no doubt courtesy of Thom White and the smugglers — were also among the booty they’d managed to rustle up at short notice.