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Chapter 42

Posted on Thursday, 11 February 1999

ave ye somethin' pressin' on yer mind, lass?"

Katrina looked up from the hot cup of tea that Katie Shaw had poured for her, the absent look in her eyes vanishing at once.

"You can read faces as easily as books," Katrina admitted with a wry half-smile. "I admire your talent."

Laughing softly, Katie glanced over at her daughter Maggie, who was delightfully playing with a new doll Katrina had brought her. "Perhaps tis so," Katie said, grateful for a few moments of peace with her friend. "But I have a feelin' ye didna come for a simple cup o' tea today."

Katrina nodded. "I suppose I did seek you out. You have been such a kind friend to me since I came to Castle McGrath, Katie. I owe you a great deal."

"Stuff and nonsense," Katie responded, standing up to fetch the sugar bowl. "Ye've done more for me and little Maggie. Now t'Castle be sendin' me extra mendin', sewin', and me girl can have new shoes come next winter. Tis' I that owe you."

Katrina's eyes wandered over the simple furnishings of the cottage. To the unknowing eye, it seemed rather spartan, nothing particularly outstanding about its contents. But to Katrina, it was home and hearth. Katie worked hard to keep the place clean and inviting. It was evident that it meant a great deal to her. Having lost her home to fire during the Clearances, Katie was grateful for what she had and enjoyed sharing it with others.

"They're glad to not have to do it themselves," Katrina replied. "And you do it faster and more neatly. So it is an even bargain then, is it not?"

Katie carefully measured out a teaspoon of sugar, stirring it into her tea. Sugar was a precious commodity worth savoring. "So then, Miss Katrina. Did somethin' happen t'upset ye? Is Miss Elise over the moon wi' joy over her news?"

Katrina took a sip of tea before answering. The fragrant warmth softened the rough edges of her soul. "Miss Elise is walking upon clouds, Katie. We often have to tug her down from her glorious heights of bliss. And Sir Ian as well. I have rarely seen so happy a couple. They are well suited and I know they will enjoy a happy union."

Katrina had to own that she was a little proud in knowing she had been the first to hear the news from her friend. Elise had returned from her ride that day with a decided glow about her that had little to do with the weather.

"You were right, my friend," Elise had breathed, embracing her happily. "In the right time and the right place, he told me everything I needed to hear. And asked the one question I had a ready answer for."

There was an air of excitement about the Castle now that had not been present before. The servants were clearly pleased that the young miss had become engaged to one of their master's oldest friends. For the past several days, a number of local ladies had paid calls of congratulations to Elise.

Katrina's heart was full of joy for Elise, her beloved friend. She had so warmly offered her friendship and kindness during her early days in Lyme. She had remained a staunch supporter through all that had transpire in London and not deserted her. And now she would be happily settled with a loving man who truly understood the innate worth of the precious woman he was marrying.

"It's been th' talk of t'village," Katie agreed, her brown eyes warm. "Sir Ian be well liked in these parts. And Miss Elise…she's not only right kind…but beautiful. Will they be goin' South to talk wi' her parents?"

"Yes, they have been talking of it," Katrina confirmed. "Ian wants to obtain Lord Stenning's permission to marry Elise, although I am sure it is a mere formality. Lord Stenning could never refuse Elise anything. But I admire Ian's wish to handle such a vital matter properly. I imagine they will depart next week."

Katie did not speak at once, thinking of how much she admired and liked this young woman. If anyone had told her they would become friends, she would have laughed out loud. A grand, lovely lass like Miss Katrina? It had not seemed possible. But the ties had formed despite the disparities in their social backgrounds. They had found that some things transcend the bounds of man and circumstance.

"Are ye thinkin' of goin' wi' them?" Katie asked gently. She sensed her friend's silent turmoil and hoped to bring her solace.

"Yes, I was," Katrina admitted plainly. "I cannot help but feel as if I have overstayed my welcome, Katie. I have been here in Scotland for nearly two months. Perhaps it is time for me to return to my family, to Frederick and Anne. And little Bethany, my baby niece. I have yet to see her. They may need me."

Standing to stir the kitchen fire a little, Katie glanced over at Maggie. She was rocking her doll quietly, whispering to her. Such moments made her thankful that her child had been spared the horrific drowning she had nearly succumbed to.

"I be thinkin' there's someone who be needin' ye more," Katie finally remarked as she wiped her hands on her apron. "Master Ross cares for ye, Miss Katrina. Can ye leave him behind?"

Katrina quietly told her, "And I care for him. More than you can possibly know. But my recovery took so much longer than I thought it would. I know I've overcome a great deal. I feel prepared to take up my life again. But Ross…I fear I have kept him waiting too long."

"Have you told 'im this?" Katie asked.

"He would never go back on his word," Katrina murmured. "He had pledged himself to me and he would not deny it. But there is perhaps another…who would make him a better bride than I would."

"If ye be talkin' o' Miss Dunworth, do be savin' yer breath," Katie replied succinctly. "She'd make him a right miserable man, Miss Katrina. Her don't care about McGrath land…nor 'er people. She's happiest when she's buyin' 'erself a new gown or some fancy."

Katrina remained silent, thinking over the events after luncheon today. Lady Dunworth and Serena had arrived soon after to pay a call and Katrina had not joined them. But Serena had found her in the Yellow Room and had effectively stated her feelings. She had been standing at the window, looking down at the gardens below…

"I thought I should find you here."

Katrina had stiffened inwardly at the sound of that voice. It was a voice that could sound sweet and so innocent, yet change in tone to being hard and calculating in another.

She turned from the window and saw Serena had entered the room, looking exquisite in a warm day dress of watered green silk. Her blonde tresses were dressed in the latest style, cascading over her elegant head. It was clear she was hoping Ross might be present to admire her. But the rather stern look on her lovely face rather diminished its beauty.

"May I be of assistance to you, Miss Dunworth?" Katrina asked, curtseying respectfully. The last thing she wanted was to incur this young lady's wrath. "Are you well?"

"You may assist me by listening to me for just a moment," Serena replied, her voice low and succinct. "I managed to fob off Lady M with some excuse about dropping my reticule in the hall. But time is of the essence. I will speak plainly."

Katrina did not speak. It was clear that Serena had something of importance to say to her. She could only imagine what it might be. She could only gather that it was not going to be pleasant.

"I should be glad to listen to anything you have to say, Miss Dunworth. Pray continue."

Serena gave a short laugh but there was nothing humorous behind it. "You are so obliging, Miss Wentworth. Thank you for making it easy for me. I understand that Miss Stenning has lately become engaged to Sir Ian of Longmoor. A rather uneven match, but I suppose a happy one nonetheless. I understand she will soon be traveling South to introduce him to her parents, to show off her little prize."

Katrina nodded slowly, summoning up her courage. What a coarse way of describing such a happy event. "They are to journey there soon, yes. But what does that have to do with me? Or you?"

"It would be to everyone's distinct pleasure and advantage if you saw to it that you departed with her," Serena said with a deadly calm in her voice. "Surely you realize the entire county is talking of you. How you linger at Castle McGrath as an unwelcome guest. You have never been officially engaged to Ross, have you?"

Swallowing hard, Katrina's stance did not waver. Serena was clearly striking at the heart. "No, I have not."

"Then it is all the more important that you leave," Serena insisted, her eyebrows arching. "What do you think they will say when they hear that you were responsible for having Ross' own brother sent to prison? What do you think his tenants will say of you then, Miss Wentworth? His friends and well-wishers?"

A cold, hard wave of nausea ripped through Katrina's body but she fought to remain composed and calm. This girl must not see how she had rattled her. She must not give her that pleasure. How could she have learnt of it? Who had spoke of it to her? Had Ross said something?

Serena's smile was icy and self-satisfied. She had struck her blow precisely. "Did you truly think that such a wondrous revelation would go unnoticed, swept under the rug, as it were? I think not. It is not known hereabouts yet but if you remain here at the Castle, it will be made public knowledge. You will be a disgrace to all who know you. And bring shame to Ross and his family."

Shocked, Katrina countered, "Surely you would not do that to Ross! Or dear Lady McGrath! How could you hurt them like that? Lady McGrath is your mother's friend!"

"Oh but I would!" Serena promised with evil delight. "That is why you are going to make it easy for me and leave this place as I have so kindly asked! Then I shall not have to do so. It is all understood, you see. Ross and I were promised to each other since I was an infant. Those plans will not be altered."

Katrina did not reply. Her mind and heart were racing too rapidly for her to do so. She felt as if she were walking through some horrific dream that would not end.

"I shall leave you now," Serena calmly said, with a proud lift of her chin. She had accomplished her task. "But I do expect to be hearing news of your departure shortly, Miss Wentworth. Or I shall be forced to take action. Good day."

Katrina had stood immobile for some moments, trying to get her bearings. She must speak to Ross. It was the only thought that made sense. She had to know the truth from him. She had to give him the opportunity to take his freedom. To remain silent a moment longer was almost unbearable. They had waited too long as it was.

Stumbling into the hall, she found Rose hovering nearby. She saw her mistress was agitated. "Miss, I brought ye a shawl, Miss Elise sent me down. Are ye all right?"

Nodding blindly, Katrina gladly took the shawl to warm herself. The chill of Serena's words had seeped into her bones and caused her to shiver. "I'm fine, Rose. Thank you for my shawl. I…I shall be going up to my room shortly. Do not worry."

As if in a daze, she somehow made her way down the passageway and down the grand staircase to the Library. She knew that Ross was likely ensconced there with Major Bradford. They had been meeting every day, going over land survey maps and the like. She hated interrupting him but it truly could not wait. She knocked on the door and heard him call out to enter.

Katrina opened the door almost timidly. She so disliked disturbing him when his work was so important. He was making up for so much lost time, he said. And now he was standing over the desk with a map, the Major leaning over it and making notes. It was clear they were very occupied. Her heart sank.

"Katrina? Is something wrong?" Ross asked absently, looking up from the map. The Major bowed respectfully. "We are very occupied at the moment."

Katrina opened her mouth to speak but the words died in her throat as she glanced up at the portrait of his father, the late earl. How grand he looked standing on Martin's Mount, the highest point on the estate. He wore the McGrath tartan over his shoulder, confidence and spirit exuded in his stance. Pride in the land that he belonged to. What a rich heritage to belong to, Katrina thought with wonder.

It suddenly flashed upon her that talking to Ross would change nothing. Serena was right. Ross did not need her. He needed a wife who could truly make him happy, a wife that was born of the same land that he was. And if his neighbors learned that she had caused Lawrence's incarceration, the name of McGrath would be dragged through the mud. They would look at her with disgust and anger for having shamed the family. She would cause him nothing but heartache and regret.

"No, Ross," she softly said, knowing there was nothing left to talk to him about. "Forgive the intrusion. Good day, Major Bradford."

And then the doors closed again. Katrina had swiftly gone to her room to put on her warmest pelisse, walking boots, and bonnet. She had left the Castle having little idea of where she might go. Nobody knew she was gone. It was on Katie Shaw's doorstep that she had arrived, heart weary and foot sore.

"Miss Katrina?"

Katrina shook her head as if to clear it, realizing she had not been paying attention to her hostess. "Forgive me, Katie. I fear it has been a rather hideous day for me."

"She canna hold a candle to ye, lass," Katie softly said, picking up Maggie to hold her in her lap. "Just remember tis' you that Master Ross loves. Don't be listenin' to her tales. Tis' you he loves. Just tell 'im so."

How simple it seems, Katrina thought with a half smile of irony. And yet so hard. Ross is so busy with estate business. Doubtless he will not have time for me anytime soon. I do not know if he even wants to hear me say the words any longer. Perhaps it is time for me to let him be.

Then the sound of music in the street caught her attention. Laughter echoed over the cobblestones, wafting down the lane. The mere sound of it lifted her heart. "What is that, Katie?"

"Tis' the revelers," Katie remarked, grinning. "They be havin' a bit o' dancin' tonight, Miss Katrina. Me and Maggie be goin' to watch. Would ye care to come wi' us?"

Katrina's spirits rose at the idea of hearing some authentic Scottish music and watching the simple enjoyment of the villagers. It had to be a boost to the spirits after the day she had endured. She wanted to forget Serena Dunworth and the woes of the day.

"It would be an honor, Katie," she answered happily.

Chapter 43

Posted on Friday, 12 February 1999

It was nearing the close of what had seemed to be an endless afternoon for Ross when he looked up from an enormous stack of books and papers. The handsome ormolu clock on the nearby table told him it was much later than he had imagined.

"'Tis the daily lot of a landlord, I suppose," Ross murmured to himself wryly. He knew that when he had resigned from the diplomatic service that it would result in a great deal of change in his life. He simply had not known at the time how much.

With the spring planting coming, Ross found himself inundated with many tasks. The tenants, so long accustomed to seeking out his agent's advice, were now visiting him daily. There were improvements to be made on the cottages and the outbuildings. Not to mention new agricultural techniques that he and Ian were both eager to try. It seemed that every spare moment he had went into estate business. Being a glorified farmer was hard work!

He also had neighbors to the north that were urging him to give up farming and take on more sheep. But Ross would hear none of it. His land was fertile and as long as he was laird of McGrath, his people would work the land and live on it. He had seen too much destruction and death to do what they asked.

At the same time, Ross felt a deep satisfaction at the end of each day. He had taken up the reins of the family again and it felt absolutely right. Instead of falling wearily into an unfamiliar bed in some foreign land, not knowing where he would be the next night, Ross could look up at the familiar canopy of his vast, ancestral bed and know he was exactly where he wished to be. That he was part of something greater than himself that would last long after he died.

"Ross?"

Ross shook himself from his thoughts and looked up to find his mother had entered the room, a decidedly anxious expression on her face.

"Mother? Are you unwell? Has something happened?" he asked, rising from his chair. His back was stiff from having worked indoors all afternoon. Major Bradford had departed only minutes ago. He was glad to stand and stretch his tired muscles.

Lady McGrath sat down slowly, her thoughts turning in her mind as she did so. "I…I fear something is wrong, Ross. Katrina has been gone since after luncheon. Since the Dunworths came to visit Elise to give their regards."

Ross knew his mother was not easily alarmed and felt her fear wash over him. "Was she troubled about something, Mother? I had hoped to join you all for luncheon today but McNair and I were needed at the Rushton farm all morning. Then Bradford arrived and the time completely got away from me."

Lady McGrath nodded, understanding the demands that were often made of her son as landlord. He had so much lost time to make up for.

"I do not know for certain. After luncheon, Elise, Katrina and I retired to the Yellow Room. You know it has become one of Katrina's favorite places. Elise was talking about her plans to travel South with Ian so that he may obtain formal permission to marry her. Katrina said very little. I am concerned that she may think that she is expected to go with Elise and return to Lyme."

"She cannot leave now," Ross said at once, almost to himself. She was well on the road to recovery, her mind having caught up with her body in mending. "She must know that she is meant to remain here. With us."

"I was about to tell her so when the Dunworths arrived," Lady McGrath continued dryly. "They seem to appear here every day. Katrina has noticed how often Serena and her mother come to visit in hopes of seeing you, Ross. She is well aware of Serena's desire to become your wife, the pressure that is on you to marry. She feels it very keenly. And it is plain to me that she wants your happiness above her own. It would not surprise me if she felt moved to depart when Elise and Ian do."

His brow furrowed, Ross was silent, furious with himself. Ever since the ball, he had hoped to have the opportunity to talk to Katrina alone and explain to her that he was not interested in Serena Dunworth, that the gossip was untrue. But his best intentions had fallen through.

Every evening he had been closeted with his agent concerning repairs to the farms or the spring planting. In the afternoons he was often on horseback with McNair, surveying the property and taking notes. And then Elise' engagement had overturned the usual routine of the entire Castle. By the time he found himself free of his commitments, it was long past the time Katrina had retired to bed.

Dear God, he thought with a sudden jolt. She had come to see him this afternoon! It was a rare thing indeed for her to come to the Library when she knew he was occupied. She had clearly wanted to talk to him privately, that he could see from her face. But he had pushed her aside as if she did not matter to him.

"She did come to see me," Ross murmured. "I was in the thick of it with Bradford, he had brought me the revised land map I have been waiting for. And she wanted to talk to me. I was not very receptive, I'm afraid. My thoughts were engaged elsewhere."

"I know you love Katrina, my boy," Lady McGrath softly said, the warmth resonant in her voice. "But I fear it is time for you to bring matters out into the open before it is too late. She is much stronger than she was two months ago. She can no longer be treated like an invalid. I think she is almost eager to talk of what troubles her, to share her heart with you. But she cannot do so if you are not present to listen."

Ross knew the truth of her words to the core of his heart. He had sensed since the night of the ball that she was quietly waiting for him. And the delays had caused her to draw conclusions that were wrong. To doubt him and his love for her. And that was something he had sworn she would never have to do!

"Rose is sure to know where she has gone," he finally remarked, reaching to tug on the velvet bell pull. At least he could do something now. "She would not leave without saying where she was bound for. That is not like her at all."

Rose arrived shortly, and Ross noticed she did not resemble the normally cheerful, lively young woman she was. He could have sworn that she had been crying. This alarmed him all the more.

"Rose, I am concerned about your mistress," Ross began, inviting her to sit down in a comfortable chair. "Did she talk with you about where she planned to go this afternoon?"

Rose shook her head, her dark curls bobbing under her mobcap. "Nay, sir. She come upstairs to change into her walkin' garments and boots, but I was too late to help her. Billy, he be the boot boy, he saw her walkin' out East t'ward the village. He just told me so, sir."

Walking East, Ross thought. Ryan Teague's estate, Gordonsmere, was in that direction. But it was a good ten miles off. She could not have walked so far. She would have asked for the carriage. Perhaps she had gone to the village to visit Katie Shaw. He knew they had become fast friends.

"Rose, my mother thinks something may be troubling Miss Katrina," Ross explained carefully, trying to rein in his anger with himself. "Did she seem upset to you in any way?"

Rose was very still, as if inwardly struggling with the words she wished to speak. It was clear to Ross that she knew something but was uneasy about saying it aloud.

"You may speak frankly with us, Rose," Lady McGrath encouraged her gently. "We know how loyal you are to Miss Katrina. We only want to ensure that she is safe and well."

Rose hesitated yet still, feeling the gentle warmth of Lady McGrath's words. She knew in her heart that these kind people should know the truth of the matter. But they might be angry when they discovered what she had heard outside the Yellow Room.

"'Twas wrong o' me," Rose murmured almost to herself. "I shouldn't ha' listened but I did. '''Twas' awful!"

Ross' eyebrows rose a fraction and he leaned forward. Now they were getting somewhere. "What did you hear, Rose? Tell us."

Realizing she had told on herself, Rose flushed a rosy hue. "I…I was lookin' for Miss Katrina after luncheon, sir, when I hears her voice in the Yellow Room. I had her shawl and was takin' it to her…Miss Elise asked me to. Her takes cold so easy."

Ross nodded, doing his level best to dampen down the impatience he felt. "Continue, Rose."

"But her weren't alone. 'Twas…'twas Miss Serena that were with her," she confessed, her words tumbling out in bursts.

Lady McGrath looked surprised. "Serena? She was here with her mother but we were in the Blue Salon. No…that is not quite right. She quitted the room to find her reticule. And was absent for some minutes, as I now recall, before returning. It must have been a ruse."

"Rose, you must tell us what you heard," Ross quietly instructed, his eyes dark with worry. "I promise you shall not be punished. You were merely doing what you were asked to do. I should like to know what took place in the Yellow Room today."

Feeling somewhat relieved at his words, Rose breathed a little easier. She did not want to lose her place. "It were awful, sir. Miss Serena told Miss Katrina that she ought t'go home. That she be in the way here. Miss Serena says if she don't leave wi' Miss Elise that…that she would tell everyone that Miss Katrina were th' one…that had your brother tossed… into jail."

Ross felt the blood slowly draining from his face as he realized what Rose had told them. Serena must have found out about London. Must have paid dearly for the information. Katrina…dear God, she must have been horrified at Serena's threats. This must be the reason she had so suddenly appeared in the Library. To tell him what she had heard. But he had brushed her aside at the moment she had needed his reassurance and love the most. The realization burned into his heart like a scalding fire.

Lady McGrath's stunned voice seemed very far away to him. "Did she truly say that Rose?"

"Aye, she did," Rose continued, her tone low and shocked. "Told 'er she'd do anythin' t' keep Miss Katrina from…from marryin' Lord McGrath. Miss Katrina, she were in shock. She says, "How can ye do that to 'em, be so hateful an all?" But Miss Serena didna care. And then Miss Serena left. The good Lord forgive me, but I wanted to rip 'er eyes out, I did. Her has no heart at all!"

"I could not agree more," Ross slowly said, still reeling from what he had heard. "Rose, did Miss Katrina say anything to you when she came out of the room?"

"Nay, very little," Rose admitted, wishing she could have helped her mistress more. "She went downstairs, I think. They called me belowstairs to help out. All I know is she were gone when I went to 'er room sommat later."

Lady McGrath shook her head in disbelief. "For Serena to speak to Katrina in such a way! And in my own home…"

"I done cried my heart out o'er it…that poor lamb done gone through a livin' hell, pardon my sayin' so," Rose softly said, reaching again for her handkerchief. "More torment than most can bear. And yet…she's comin' alive again. She's been laughin'…smilin'…it's done my 'eart good to see it…to see 'er 'appy."

Ross moved kneel in front of Rose' chair and told her quietly, "That will not stop, Rose, if I have anything to say about it. Miss Katrina is not leaving the Castle. Miss Dunworth will be dealt with properly. You need not fear. She will never come near Miss Katrina again. Thank you for your loyalty and for being so honest with us today."

When Rose had left the room, Lady McGrath slowly looked up at her son. The self-accusation was vivid in her gray eyes. "I am to blame for this horrible turn of events, Ross. I had no idea Serena was so utterly past redemption. She will never enter this house again. Nor will her mother. I will see to that myself."

"You could not have known, Mother," Ross assured her, his mind lingering painfully on Katrina. "I saw the signs of Serena's cruelty but chose to ignore them because of your friendship with Lady Dunworth. I alone must bear the fault. I pledged my heart to Katrina but in turn have left her alone too long with her thoughts. She tried to talk to me but I was too busy---to listen."

Lady McGrath asked, "What do you intend to do, Ross? It will be dark shortly. I do not like to think of her out there all alone. It is so easy to lose one's way, even in daylight hours. And it may grow bitterly cold."

Ross leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. "Do not fear, mother. I shall find her and bring her home. I promise you that!"

But as Lady McGrath rose to leave the room, Ross felt a wave of panic and remorse wash over him. He could only think of the day Katrina had found Richard's letter concerning Lawrence. And how devastating that had been to her. He only hoped he could find her and assure her that Serena's words were utterly meaningless. He did not think he could bear losing her now. No, he could not!

Where on earth had she gone?

Chapter 44

Posted on Tuesday, 16 February 1999

"Look sharp now, lad, and bring Ranulf round. Master Ross be in a blindin' hurry t'day."

Robert McGrath moved swiftly to do as his father ordered. Ever since the Earl has returned to Castle McGrath, there had been more than enough work to keep Robert occupied. But the young man preferred it that way. As did most of the staff.

He only hoped he would be done with his duties in time to wash up for the evening's fun in the village. It wasn't often enough that there was music and dancing to be had. Tomorrow was an estate holiday to honor the death of the late Lord McGrath, the current master's father. The staff all had the day free to do as they liked. And Robert intended to make the most of it.

With care, Robert saddled the energetic gray that the master had long kept at the Castle. He was pleased to be the one stable hand, in addition to the head groom, his father, allowed to exercise the animal almost daily. The handsome leather saddle already gleamed from the polishing it had received earlier in the day. He and Ranulf were close friends.

For as long as Robert's family had existed, it seemed, they had been taking care of the horses of the lairds of McGrath. As the oldest brother of five, Robert would someday step into his father's shoes as head groom. It was a role he had trained for and longed for all of his life. It was an esteemed position of great respect and honor. And Robert did not take that honor lightly.

"Eh now, don't ye be dancin' too fast," Robert softly told the horse, who clearly knew he was soon going to be seeing his master. "Don't want ye t'be showin' up me own fancy footwork!"

Ranulf calmed down a little at Robert's urging, but the horse was happiest when he was carrying his master over his vast property. Robert was leading him out into the stable yard when he caught sight of the master himself coming down the path. He must indeed be in a hurry.

"Robert, how is Ranulf today?" Ross asked pleasantly. But Robert could see that the master's thoughts were not on his mount. His eyes looked almost haunted. He was dressed plainly but warmly as if he expected to be gone for some time.

Robert was well aware that there had been some sort of trouble up at the Castle. Something to do with those high and mighty Dunworths. Miss Katrina had not been seen since luncheon and they had all been told to keep an eye open for her return. The staff was very fond of Miss Katrina and hoped her engagement to the master would be swift in coming.

"Right ready to be off, 'e is, sir," Robert replied. "He allus likes makin' the rounds wi' ye."

Ross nodded, mounting up swiftly onto the gray. "Robert, you have not caught sight of Miss Katrina, have you? I'm quite anxious for her return and I'm going out now to find her."

"Nay, sir, but little Billy did," Robert remarked. "I reckon she done gone t'village, sir. Tis' surely there she's gone. T'see Mrs. Shaw. They do like to talk a spell, as most good ladies do."

"Perhaps so," Ross murmured, as he patted the horse absently. "I imagine you've got grand plans for your day off tomorrow. Is Maggie Tate part of them?"

Nodding proudly, Robert grinned. There was very little that got by his master. "Aye, we be takin' a lunch to Seal Cove. But tis' the village dance we be goin' to t'night, sir."

Ross' attention was immediately on the groom. He had completely forgotten about the village dance that evening, something all the servants had been buzzing about for weeks. "Tonight, you say? Do you think Mrs. Shaw might be attending?"

"She be one of the bonniest dancers in t'vllage, so I expect so, sir," Robert answered, anxious himself to be heading home. Maggie would be fit to be tied if he was late in fetching her.

"Right enough, then. Thank you, Robert. You have been extremely helpful to me today. Enjoy yourself tonight," Ross told him, smiling for the first time that day. Before Robert could reply, Ross tapped Ranulf's flank with his boot and they were riding out of the corral and over the hill.

Fortunately, Ranulf knew the hill terrain surrounding the castle even better than Ross and took it with skill as they road into the gathering dusk. The village was not far off but it would be well into darkness by the time he reached it. He only hoped Katrina was there and not wandering out toward the Cliffside, which bordered Ryan McTeague's land. The scenery thereabouts was spectacular but at times dangerous.

What if she had walked all the way to Gordonsmere, he thought bitterly. It would have very well served him right if she had. The two were old friends and Ryan had come to the Castle twice since the ball. True, Ryan had brought with him relics from his visit to Rome and the surrounding areas. And Elise had been present for both of those visits. And now that Ross recalled it, Mabel had accompanied him. It was not as if those visits had been secret romantic assignations of any kind.

But Ryan McTeague could make Katrina laugh and forget about the dark shadows of London, about Richard and Lawrence. Of smoking guns and prison walls. He could stimulate her mind and discuss issues with her that Ross knew nothing about concerning archeology. His easy smile and charming wit made him a perfect companion for any young woman. Not to mention the man was too handsome for Ross' liking.

Ross did know that Ryan had taken her to Seal Cove one particularly fine afternoon last week to see the mother seals and their babies. And he knew that Mabel had not been present on that excursion. Elise had tweaked his ear about it nicely. Had he not been in the midst of trying to find a new cottage for some dispossessed crofters from the North, he would have given it much more attention. Now he fervently wished that he had.

Ross wanted to find a reason to dislike Ryan McTeague but he could not. The blasted man was honest, trustworthy, and had been remarkably generous with his tenants upon his return. The local gentry all gave him a good name, despite the fact they found his penchant for traveling rather eccentric. But eccentricities were humored and embraced in Scotland when they were held by people that were well liked.

For a moment, he wondered why Lady Dunworth had not foisted her tenacious daughter off on Ryan instead of him. Then again, the family history was thicker between the McGraths and the Dunworths. Lord Dunworth had died only a few months before Lord McGrath and the two had respected each other enormously. But they had not been close friends as their wives had been.

Riding hard, Ross was so intent on getting to the village that he was hardly aware that another rider was approaching him from behind until he heard someone calling his name. His thoughts were on finding Katrina.

"Lord McGrath! Ross! Do stop a moment! Please!"

Pulling in tight on Ranulf's reins, Ross started to bring the horse to a halt. It was no easy doing. But as Ross glanced over his shoulder, he felt a wave of anger overcome him. It was Serena Dunworth, mounted beautifully on a white mare. She was obviously wearing a new habit, the color of a fire's flame. Her fair hair, the color of ripening corn, glinted in the dying sunlight. The ensemble became her greatly. As he was sure she knew.

But at the moment, Serena did not seem very pleased to see him. His lack of attention to her shouts had clearly frustrated and angered her. Then again, Serena was not accustomed to having to make an effort to get any man's attention. She was not given to shouting unless it was to imperiously command her maid to fetch or carry something for her.

Ross also noticed that Serena was riding without a groom, which was highly unusual, especially so late in the day. Even in Scotland, gently bred young ladies paid attention to the dictums of Society. It indicated to Ross that she had been out riding in hopes of finding him alone. He doubted that even the match-making mother that Lady Dunworth had proven to be would approve of such behavior.

"Ross! I have been trying to catch up with you for some ten minutes! Surely you heard me shouting at you?" she asked petulantly.

Ross waited silently for her to catch up with him before speaking. He forced himself to speak politely and not vault himself into an angry tirade he would regret. This matter called for as little emotion as possible. He knew that well enough from his diplomatic days. But when it came to Katrina, Ross did not often find himself thinking rationally.

"Forgive me, Miss Dunworth. I was riding down to the village and was deep in thought. I did not hear you. But I must own I am glad to see you. It will ultimately save me a great deal of time and effort."

Immediately, Serena's pouting lips curved into a bewitching smile. To any other man, it would have seemed a lovely blossoming worthy of much attention. And certainly a number of flattering compliments. But to Ross, it was nothing but the gesture of a spoilt young woman hoping to trap and tantalize.

"Truly, Ross? Surely you must know that my home is not in this direction. I have been waiting for some time for you to pay us a call. And you were once again occupied with business today when we came to see dear Lady McGrath and Elise. I do declare you must not like Mama and me at all to pay us such short shrift. But I shall be kind enough to relent and allow you to make it up to me."

Ross dismounted then, knowing full well that to accomplish what he wished to do, he could not be sitting atop a finely bred horse like Ranulf. The animal would immediately sense his anger, his barely restrained fury, and grow fidgety. And Ross had every intention of having his say quickly and succinctly.

Blushing demurely, Serena allowed Ross to assist her in dismounting. She attempted to lean into him slightly as he lowered her to the ground but he stepped back so swiftly that she nearly stumbled over her feet. What on earth did he mean by that, she thought? Perhaps he did not wish her to think he would take liberties with an unmarried young woman, she surmised. Ross had always been a gentleman in all things.

"Very well, then, Miss Dunworth. Nature and fate have provided us this unique opportunity to converse alone together. I may now speak frankly and openly about a matter of greatest importance to me and to my family. I only ask that you refrain from speaking until I am finished, despite your greatest desire to do otherwise."

Serena almost trembled with anticipation at his words, her throat going quite dry. It was unlikely she would have had the power of speech at that moment. This was far better than she had hoped for! Sneaking away from the house without boring old Masters riding with her had paid off after all! Mama had been quite wrong in saying that Ross would think her fast. Instead, Ross was going to tell her he loved her and ask him to become the next Lady McGrath! Surely he was!

Serena felt a little dizzy at the thought of it, relieved that her well-executed plans had finally succeeded. She had been dreaming and hoping for this very moment since she was 13 years old. And to think of dear Mama! She would be in ecstasies! Serena could picture Lady Dunworth standing proudly in the grand church at St. George's, Hanover Square, for their wedding, a beaming smile on her face. She, Serena, would be wearing the finest wedding gown in all of London, diamond stars in her fair hair as she gracefully swept down the red-carpeted aisle. Perhaps even the Prince Regent would be present!

"Miss Dunworth? Are you unwell?"

Serena recalled where she was instantly and smiled tremulously. "No, no, I am quite well. Do continue, Ross."

Giving the barest excuse of a tight smile, Ross nodded shortly. "Very well, then. I shall speak. Miss Dunworth, it has come to my attention that you were present at Castle McGrath today to visit my mother and my cousin Elise. I am also aware of the fact that you spoke with our guest, Miss Katrina Wentworth, during your visit."

All color fled from Serena's cheeks as the shock of his words sank in. Ross knew! Had that wretch dared to tell him? She had not thought her to have the spine to do so. Serena opened her mouth to speak in her defense but Ross lifted his hand swiftly to halt her.

"Do remain silent, Miss Dunworth, as you agreed. Miss Wentworth told me nothing about your threats. I discovered your interference through other sources. I know that you advised her to leave my home when my cousin travels South shortly. That you knew of her role in my brother Lawrence's imprisonment. And that if she told any of us what you had said, you would reveal this information to everyone you knew."

Serena's eyes grew large in her small face. She had not counted on Ross' anger when she had plotted against Katrina Wentworth. Surely, she thought, he would understand the necessity of following tradition! He must marry her and not that little nobody from Lyme! Who had ever heard of her family? None of them were related to the truly honorable Wentworths. Everyone knew that.

But the icy tone of Ross' clipped words told her otherwise. And she began to feel a dawning horror that her rather risky gamble had not paid off as she had hoped.

"I do not know how you learnt of Miss Wentworth's activities in London. Nor do I care. I will, however, inform you that Miss Wentworth was completely ignorant of my brother's relationship to me when she became involved in His Majesty's plan to capture him. She bravely took part in that plan and did everything within her power to assist the Crown in putting a dangerous criminal in prison for his heinous crimes. For that is what Lawrence was and is, Miss Dunworth. A thief. You may be unaware of this, but everyone living hereabouts knows of his malicious leanings. And abhors him for it."

Serena was too shocked to speak, biting her lip unconsciously as she stood there, her horse blithely nibbling on a patch of grass. Her informant had not told her this. And she had not figured on Lawrence's shabby character being an obstacle.

"Miss Wentworth risked her life for my family, Miss Dunworth. She experienced great horror and shock when she learnt of Lawrence's connection to me. She nearly died as a result. Miss Wentworth also saved my life when my brother attempted to kill both her and me. And for that, Miss Dunworth, I can never, ever repay her courage and bravery."

Ross' words settled over her like a thick, heavy pall. He had spoken quietly enough but she could see by the rigidity of his stance that he was furious with her. Who had told him? It was this that Serena longed to know most.

"So while you are quite at liberty to spread your stories about Lawrence, there is no love lost for him by my family or anyone who watched him grow up into a heartless, insensitive young man intent only on his own gain. But I swear to you that if I ever hear you speak one word, Miss Dunworth, about Miss Wentworth, the woman I love and hope to marry, you will be made truly and heartily sorry for it. Of that I can assure you."

Serena weakly protested, "But…but I had no idea, Ross! I did not know this. And it does not matter! I love you! You must know that by now. We were meant to be man and wife. Our families have longed for this to happen since we were children. We cannot disappoint them. We must join our family estates! Everyone wants it!"

Ross looked at her with something akin to shock and disgust. She truly had not heard a word he had said. All she could think about was that he was not going to marry her. She had not even attempted to apologize for her actions! Ross put his hands lightly on her shoulders and she immediately stopped talking. The iron will in those gray eyes spoke louder than any words.

"The only people who want to see us married are you and your mother, Miss Dunworth. Not my family. And most especially not me. My mother is fully aware of your actions today. You, and your mother, are no longer welcome at Castle McGrath. If I find you have spoken one word to Miss Wentworth or anyone else in my household, you shall regret it. Do I make myself quite clear, Miss Dunworth?"

For once, Serena was completely cowed. She nodded numbly. It would not do to push him any further. It was clear he would never marry her now. Mama would be furious with her when she found out. What a sad mess she had made!

"I can hardly fathom that a young woman of your breeding and education could stoop to such underhanded, revolting tactics to secure a husband," Ross finally said. "I only hope that you will learn to mend your ways and think before you act, Miss Dunworth."

"But, Ross, I—"

Removing his hands from her shoulders as if he could not longer bear touching her, Ross did not even bother to tip his hat at her after mounting Ranulf. "Good day, Miss Dunworth!"

Watching him gallop off over the hills toward the village, Serena suppressed a sob. It was as if she were watching her dreams, her hopes, her very future ride away into the distance.

She had truly ruined everything now. Or rather that odious Miss Wentworth had. Someone had clearly been eavesdropping on their conversation and gone running to the master. Serena knew the castle servants were horribly protective of the little interloper so she knew she would likely never know the identity of the informant.

Unconsciously, she stepped backwards to grasp for her horse's reins and her heel slipped on the damp grass. With a disgusted shriek, Serena landed on the ground with a loud, slippery, squelch. Her delicate nose told her immediately what she had landed on as the aroma wafted over her. Serena began to sob in earnest, having ruined her brand new riding habit.

With a flick of her long white tail, the white mare almost seemed to be laughing at her.

Chapter 45

Posted on Wednesday, 17 February 1999

"So, Anne, what news do you have of Katrina?"

Anne looked up from the letter she was reading. Under normal circumstances, she did not act in so rude a manner as to read her own mail whilst paying a call on a friend. But Margaret Harville had a great interest in how Katrina got on in Scotland. So when Mrs. Harkness, the postmistress, had stopped in to pay a call earlier and had given Anne her letter, Margaret had urged her to quench their thirst for news of Frederick's sister.

The day had turned rather blustery and the two women were enjoying an afternoon coze in the comfortable Harville home. The older children were at school while the two youngest played together in the corner. Margaret was elated to have the rare opportunity to hold little Bethany, who had fallen asleep on her shoulder. And Anne was quite content to allow her to do so.

"Elise Stenning is to be married," Anne announced with joy, her gentle smile unfolding. "Sir Ian has finally confessed his heart and been accepted. I did not think, from the tone of Katrina's letters, that it would take a long period of time. It has long puzzled me that Elise did not marry sooner."

Margaret, glancing down at Bethany, explained, "Tis' that sharp mind of hers, I suppose. She was forever into her books as a child, they say. I dare say the local gentry, what little we have, thought her a rather original little girl. But undoubtedly lively and sweet. That's to be certain. The town will be in ecstasies at the news. When is the wedding to be? And where?"

Anne, who knew all too well what Society implied by the term "original", said, "She does not say. And she begs us both to keep this news "under our bonnets" as she says. Sir Ian is to travel South to formally ask for Elise' hand. Lord Stenning will enjoy that, I dare say. But I doubt he would refuse his beloved daughter the man she hopes to marry. Lord Stenning…he is a warm-hearted father."

Margaret watched her friend carefully. Was she thinking of another impetuous man who had applied for a young lady's hand so many years ago? But Anne did not seem distressed, merely happy for the young woman whom they both admired.

"I am certain he will grant his permission as soon as it is sought," Margaret confirmed, rubbing Bethany's back slowly. The child had been teething a little lately and was getting some much-needed rest. "What else does Katrina say?"

"She is wondering if she ought to join them in coming South," Anne slowly said, her eyes returning to her letter. "That is news indeed! To have Katrina among us again would be a blessing. I have missed her sorely. And Frederick is eager to have her with us. And she has yet to become acquainted with her niece! That must be remedied as soon as possible."

Smiling, Margaret stretched her feet out to enjoy the warmth of the fire. It was not often she enjoyed peaceful moments like this, talking with Anne. "She is certain to be eager to meet the youngest Wentworth."

Anne continued reading, gleaning every word she could. "But I cannot help but wonder at it. I felt certain that I would be reading of her engagement to Major McGrath before Elise was wed. He was so ardently attached to her, Margaret. I know he was. Can his affections have changed in two months?"

Margaret puzzled the matter out in her mind, not having known the dashing Scottish earl as intimately as Anne had. His reputation in the neighborhood was indeed sparkling. And Anne had shared with her some of the incidents that had occurred in London. Frederick had not shared every detail for fear of frightening his wife, but she knew enough to be aware that Katrina had endured a great deal. She also was aware that the earl had helped nurse Katrina back to health after her near-fatal illness.

"Perhaps it has taken longer for her to recover than we had hoped," Margaret suggested gently. "She certainly witnessed some horrific scenes in London. No doubt she needed the time to recover from the shock. She is a sensitive girl, Anne. She feels things deeply. We must allow for that."

Anne had to agree with Margaret on that account. "True enough, I suppose. But I do hope Katrina does not think she is unwelcome in our home. Frederick told her long ago to look upon our household as her own. I would never wish her to feel an outcast, that she needs stay in Scotland, if she wishes to return to us. Or to travel to Rome to join her uncle. I know he has written to her about that very idea. Sophie told me so in her last letter."

"Frederick's Uncle Edgar?" Margaret asked as she adjusted the sleeping babe against her shoulder. "Surely Katrina cannot wish to do so. She seemed very content to be here in Lyme, with you and Frederick. I am certain she knows you welcome her return, should that be her wish."

"I have never met Frederick's uncle, but I cannot think it a wise idea for her to be traveling to Rome," Anne thought aloud, folding the letter up slowly and returning it to the envelope. "I fear he only asks after her to join him because she is so adept at writing out his scribbled notes and assisting him in his tasks. She is a lovely girl, and I cannot abide him using her in such a manner."

"You have grown quite fond of her, Anne," Margaret commented, noting that the weather seemed to be clearing up a little. Perhaps they could take a turn outside before it grew dark. "And you have every reason to do so. She is indeed very charming and most kind. What does Frederick say?"

"He would heartily welcome her today if she arrived on the afternoon coach," Anne said blithely, smiling at the thought of her husband. He and Archibald were from home for the week, having traveling to Exeter to speak with investors about their growing business. Their return was expected tomorrow evening, but Anne hoped they would be early for a change.

"Frederick must regret having gone to sea when she was so very young," Margaret remarked, glancing over at her children. They were blissfully drawing on some paper Anne had brought for them and wished for nothing. "I was about her age when my mother died, and it was very painful. Papa did not know how to get on for some time. But he was truly happy when I married Archibald. He knew he was an excellent man."

Her eyes sparkling with interest, Anne put her letter aside and asked, "How is it that you met him? I have always been curious to know but have never thought to ask you. Were you impressed by his uniform? Or his sharp, inquiring mind?"

Laughing softly so as not to wake the baby, Margaret nodded, "I must confess, he did look very smart in his blue coat. I was as susceptible to its charms as any English girl. As it happened, he was visiting the area with a shipmate of his, Garth Hendricks. Garth had known my family since I was very small and brought him round to visit. I was tongue-tied and barely looked past my shoes that evening, I'm afraid. I thought him so handsome. But I barely spoke two words. He thought me rather drab, I fear."

Anne could remember feeling a bit in awe of Frederick herself when they had met at Kellynch. She had not had a great deal of experience in talking to young men. "How did you remedy that situation?"

Her friend's eyes were full of memories as she thought of those happy days when Archibald had courted her.

"'Twas a village party, as I recall. My older sister Olivia was the daring one of our family, forever getting into scrapes. She talked me into accompanying her, quite unescorted, to the party. Fortunately, Papa never learnt of it, although I often wondered. Archibald and Garth must have had the same plotting mindset because they were also present. After a time, Archibald asked me to dance and he was dancing me round the room. It was then I suddenly found myself feeling not so shy after all..."

"Come and dance wi' me, Katie Shaw! And don't ye be shy wi'me, lass!"

Fergus McRae's voice rang out boldly as he bowed. Katrina had to smile at the man's gallantry. "Do as he says, Katie," she told her friend. "And leave Maggie with me. We shall shift quite nicely together as we are."

At first, Katie seemed uneasy with abandoning her friend, but after thinking it over, she winked and rose off of the haystack they were sitting on. It wasn't often she had the opportunity to dance. "I think I'll do just that! Ye behave now, Maggie."

Katrina watched as her friend was whisked into the whirling throng of happy dancers. The revelry had been going on for some time but it had seemed like mere seconds to Katrina. To sit amid such abandoned joy and revelry was a balm to her spirits, enlivening and freeing her. Fergus had brought her a hot, spicy cup of cider to keep warm and her insides now glowed from it. No doubt there had been a drop of something else in the brew, but she did not mind.

Little Maggie clapped her hands happily, her doll in her lap. "I'm glad ye came, Miss Katrina! Do ye like the pretty music? How fast they do be goin'!"

"I do, Maggie," Katrina said, her eyes dancing. "And I'm glad I'm here with you!"

A rag tag group of musicians were in the corner of the vast barn, playing with more enthusiasm than skill. But to Katrina the music was better than any orchestra she had ever heard. There was light and life in the melodies, the soaring sound of a flute and a fiddle, the flutter of skirts, and the smiles of gallant men enjoying a respite from their daily toil. It was such a stark contrast to some of the staid, colorless parties she had attended in London.

Her hand fell onto her pocket, where Ross' dagger rested. Her fingers lovingly traced the outline of the metal through the fabric. It had saved her life once. She always kept it with her as a reminder of his affection, of his protection. But she wondered now if she ought to give it back to him. Perhaps it was Serena who he wished to give it to now.

Regardless of what the future held, Katrina knew she would always treasure having known Ross. He had made her feel loved as no one had before. She could not regret a single moment of it. There were memories held deep in her heart that she would cherish as her own when she became lonely.

It would be difficult to return to Lyme, to leave this beloved land behind. She felt as if it were part of the landscape of her soul now, deeply woven into her life. She had learnt to heal here, had learnt that she was strong enough to live life again and to love those around her. To accept their love in return. To grasp courage and have faith in God's grace. They were dearly-bought lessons. But she had survived.

Katrina watched as Fergus and Katie danced, their steps light and vigorous as the tempo increased. Some of the tunes, she guessed, were as old as the land they had worked, if not older. She felt very special for having been accepted by the villagers, that they did not regard her with much trepidation. When she had entered the barn with Katie, old Hamish McGrath had grinned wide and pleased, slapping her on the back and calling her a "brae, bonnie lass who 'ist welcome 'ere!"

She was glad she had decided to come. Little Maggie was enjoying the festivities, happily chattering away about her new doll and her friends. Katrina wondered if someday she would know the joy of holding a little girl on her lap as precious as Maggie. She shook away the thought, and began to clap along with Maggie. She smiled as she watched Hamish' wife toss her apron aside to join her husband in the dance. It seemed as if the entire village had crammed themselves into the huge, airy barn.

And then Katrina felt a strong, familiar hand on her shoulder. One she knew as well as her own. She went very still, hoping…wondering.

"May I have the pleasure of the next dance, Miss Wentworth?"

Slowly, Katrina lifted her dark eyes to find Ross standing behind her, a look of warm entreaty on his handsome face. He was dressed almost as plainly as the villagers in his dark coat and trousers, but with his commanding height and bright red hair, he always stood out. That one stubborn lock fell across his broad forehead. How had he known she was here?

"Master Ross!" Maggie chirped excitedly. "Do ye like my new doll? Miss Katrina brung her t' me last week!"

His eyes glowing with sweet relief that he had found Katrina safe, Ross lifted Maggie into his strong arms and settled her against his shoulder. "She is a lovely doll indeed, Miss Maggie. Have you named her yet?"

"Dolly!" the little girl cried, clutching the doll happily. "That be 'er name. She be almost as pretty as Miss Katrina. Don't ye think?"

"Almost," Ross softly said, his eyes meeting Katrina's, something warm and unbelievably tender as he regarded her. "Almost, Maggie. But not quite."

Katrina's heart was in her throat as she watched Ross holding the little girl in his arms, the way he spoke to her. She could so easily see him doing much the same with their own daughter, perhaps tossing her up into the air until the squealed with delight.

The dance ended and Katie returned, her cheeks flushed from the exertion. She did not seem surprised to find the laird of the glen present. "Master Ross, tis' good to see ye again. I reckon ye heard of our gatherin' this night."

"Robert reminded me of it, yes, Katie," Ross said, his eyes still intent upon Katrina. "I could not be so remiss to not attend such a happy occasion. Especially when one of my houseguests is in attendance. One I have a most urgent desire to dance with this night."

Maggie squirmed out of Ross' arms to go into Katie's. Ross did not allow the moment to pass and gently took Katrina's hand in his, bending over it as gallantly as Fergus had done over Katie's. It was a simple gesture and yet it meant so very much.

"Will you dance with me, my darling Peggy?"

Feeling her heart pounding painfully in her chest, Katrina smiled at the memory of the poem he had recited to her when she had been so ill. He had not forgotten her. He had come looking for her, had been frantic to find her. And found her. "I should be honored, kind sir. But I fear I am a lamentable dancer, sir. You have been warned."

"You could never do anything poorly, my fairy," Ross murmured, kissing her hand. "Just hold fast to me and you shall have nothing to fear."

Katrina felt as if she had drifted into a timeless dream as Ross lead her into the circle of dancers. All eyes were on the pair as the musicians began again, well aware that the laird of the glen and his beloved were present among them. Someone had brought out a rough set of drums whilst a singer bounded up to join in. Katie's cousin Bryan had also brought his pipes.

As Ross' arm went firmly around her waist, she felt a special glow invade her entire body. And then someone began to sing:

She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a lo'esome wee thing,
This dear wee wife o' mine.

As Ross lead her capably through the dance, Katrina put aside her shyness and looked boldly up into his sterling gray eyes. She saw a combination of love, adoration, and passion rising there that she had never thought to see again. It was a look that clearly labeled her his woman, his lover, his dearest friend.

I never saw a fairer,
I never lo'ed a dearer,
And neist my heart I'll wear her,
For fear my jewel tine,

Round and round they went amid the whirling dancers. Katrina's feet felt as light as thistledown, her heart burning hot in her chest. Her hair had come unbound and it flowed rich and luxuriant down her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkling and shining against the glow of the torches. There was a whisper of magic, of energy slowly rising throughout the room. It lifted Katrina in its power and Ross drew her closer still. She felt his fingers grasping her waist, claiming her and holding her to his body. As if would never let her go.

As they swept round the floor, she caught sight of Robert McGrath, the groom, and his sweetheart, Maggie Tate. Ross winked at the young man and Robert grinned gamely. Master Ross has found his bonnie wee one, safe and sound, after all.

The warld's wrack we share o't;
The warstle and the care o't;
Wi' her I'll blythely bear it,
And think my lot divine. *

*Song origin unknown

Faster they moved, the cadence of the drums and fiddle driving the rhythm of the dance yet quicker. Ross did not miss a beat, spinning her about as if she were weightless, until Katrina felt dizzy with delight. These were the dances of his youth, the kind that were not taught in a ballroom. Never had she felt so free, so wild and abandoned in all of her life. She was free of all weary and care, no longer a prisoner of the past but alive with the joy of living.

Finally the music ended with a flourish and Katrina held fast to Ross in order to keep from falling, her cheek against his strong shoulder. Ross held her there and she felt his lips on her forehead, warm and lingering. "My Peggy, my fair one," he whispered hoarsely. "Come with me now. Come away, come away…"

Before she realized it, he had swept up her heavy pelisse and his greatcoat, leaving the throng of villagers to find their way out of the barn. Ross lifted her carefully onto Ranulf and mounted up behind her, his arm going about her waist to anchor her close against his chest. "Nestle in, my love," he murmured softly. "There is somewhere I want to take you."

Katrina spoke not a word as they rode swiftly out of the village, the moon bathing the cottages and shops in a soft, pale glow. She felt as if she were the lady in a medieval epic poem, riding in the arms of her knight into cloudless, starry climes. His heart beat strong and hard beneath her cheek and she closed her eyes, drinking in the strength, the wonder of his arms round her.

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