'Now,' Camilla said when Kara was done, 'I am going to tie your wrists. Don't get any ideas! My men are guarding the place, front and side. There are no other ways in or out.'
Kara allowed Camilla to tie her wrists, which unfortunately she did all too well. She then followed Camilla unsteadily, through the door into the barn, was told to get into a wagon and lay on the floor. The stablehand she had seen earlier was there, and he covered her over with blankets and old carpets.
'Do not move or make a sound!' Camilla told her. 'You do something, anything, and I put a bullet right through where your head is!'
They got underway then, Kara cramped and uncomfortable, and suffering every jolt and bump through the wooden floor of the wagon.
They took a different direction- she was sure of it! She wasn't sure of anything, except that they were heading away from Port Haven, continuing in the same direction in which they'd begun.
After a number of hours had passed, Kara began to wonder where they would end up. If they continued heading away from Port Haven, wouldn't they eventually end up heading back towards the Casa, but on the other side of the island?
But wait! Roman had told her that, before one came all the way around, one had to pass through miles of what were referred to as the "wild areas" of the island. What did that mean? No one had ever really explained to her what the "wild areas" were, except that they were supposed to be rugged, convoluted, thickly forested in places, marked by sheer rock and fast-moving streams in other places . . . but such generalizations, she found, were utterly useless. What she needed was some sort of map.
They finally stopped at mid-afternoon, and Kara was allowed to sit up briefly and drink some water and chew on some dried fruit and meat. The brief view she had told her nothing. They were surrounded on all sides by dense forest: she couldn't see more than fifty feet in any direction. The respite was brief, however, and she was soon smothered beneath her cocoon once more as the wagon lurched ahead and resumed its journey.
They continued as before for hours, until they came to a place where the road began to descend sharply and switch back and forth. This went on for some time, until Kara heard, far below, the unmistakable sound of waves crashing against rocky cliffs and seabirds crying. Her heavy cover was pulled away, leaving her blinking in the late afternoon sun which lay low on the horizon.