“Aye.” He dipped his head in the direction of the headstone. “Have a look for yerself.”
Her eyes flashed to where he pointed, and her eyes widened. Another picture was etched into the stone.
“Is that a cave?”
Errol moved away but nodded. “’Tis what it appears to be.”
Moira rubbed her hands together, thinking about all that they had found and what the clues could possibly mean.
“So,” she began pacing as she spoke. “We have found a wave orwater, a mountain, and a cave.” She gazed at Errol, but his face was impassive as he leaned against a tree, one booted foot drawn up to rest on the thick trunk.
“Are ye aware of any caves?”
Errol gave her a droll look. “Ye cannae be serious. ’Tis Scotland, of course there are caves. Nearly everywhere ye look.”
She huffed, but he had a point. Caves around Scotland were numerous. “All right. Let us ignore the caves for the moment and focus on the water symbol.”
“It points to the sea.”
Knitting her brows together, she waited for Errol to continue. When he didn’t, she asked him of his meaning.
“How do you ken?”
He shrugged. “The carving says it all. ’Tis no’ a lake. The etching shows water and waves. Ye arenae going to get waves with a loch. No’ like what is depicted. That leaves the sea.”
Moira rested her chin in her hand, thinking about what these symbols could mean. If they even meant aught other than a rough map of where they needed to go next.
“How long of a ride is it to the sea?” She asked.
“We could make it in a day if we pushed.”
“We are missing something. There has to be another clue. These three are far too broad. As ye said, it could be anywhere in Scotland.”
She paced around the graveyard once more. Walking down each row and inspecting each grave and headstone to ensure she didn’t miss aught that had been left to guide them. Just as she was about to give up, she spotted a small carving, but this time it wasn’t an illustration. It was words.
Loch Nunch.
“Loch Nunch,” Moira said aloud. “Do ye ken where that is?”
“Aye, ’tis on our western border.”
“Ye are aware of it then?”
“I just admitted to that, did I no’?”
Moira rolled her eyes, but she wouldn’t be deterred. “That must be where we need to go next. Is there a cave by the sea there? With mountains in the backdrop?”
Errol remained silent and she waited impatiently for him to answer. The more time that passed, the more worried she grew that he wouldn’t answer.
“There is,” he said finally.
Jumping up and down excitedly, she clapped her hands.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” She asked and ignored the irritated look Errol threw her way.
Chapter Eleven
Someone was trackingthem. Errol had sensed it a while ago, but he was for certs of it now. He’d been listening intently and heard the tell-tale sound of twigs crunching underfoot in the distance behind them.
