the farthest shore, to Eilean Creag and . . . home.
He stared hard at the island stronghold, let his gaze caress the massive walls seeming to rise from the lochs glinting surface. He swallowed again, indecision beating through him with the same erratic pumping of his heart. Little nigglings of ill ease to temper the elation of his homecoming and send chills of foreboding sliding down his spine.
If only hed taken a different route, hadnt happened upon this beauty.
If only he could peel back the hours and ride home with his heart as unsullied as his valor, rid himself of the enchantment shed wrapped around him.
He cursed softly. As if he would change a single moment of the day even if he could. Nay, hed keep hereven if he paid the highest price!
With an inward grimace at the trials awaiting him, he glanced up at the broad night sky. The clouds had thinned to wisps and a swath of twinkling stars glittered across the heavens, nary a one winking him mercy. Far from showing sympathy, their cold brilliance, so distant and aloof, only underscored his plight.
A dilemma he could easily solve by wheeling round his garron and riding away with his beauty. Absconding with her across hill and moor until theyd reached the edge of the worlda place where no living soul would care if she bore a name or no, and where he could do as he was wont without calling down certain ruination upon his clan.
A folly of a notion he considered no longer than the space of a breath and an exhale.
Would that it could have been otherwise, he swore again, the softly muttered words snatched away by the wind before they could fall upon impressionable ears.
Then, without further thought, he tightened his arm around his treasure, dug in his spurs, and set his mount thundering down the rugged slope, into the nightand in the only direction his honor allowed him.
Honor.
The word slipped through the darkness, teasing the edges of Julianas sleep but not quite waking her.
She tossed uncomfortably, snuggled deeper into her unusually soft plaid, and wondered when the Highland wind had started gusting so ferociously that it shook not only the rough-planked door of her mothers cot-house but also the hard-packed earthen floor beneath her bed-pallet.
Faith, even the heavy iron cooking pot swung on its chainshe could hear the commotion, an incessant jangle. And, surprisingly, the unmistakable creaking of leather.
But before she could puzzle over that oddity, or the unaccustomed solidity and warmth of her most-times cold and lumpy pallet, the voice shed heard earlier spoke again, penetrating her dream.
Her brother Kenneths voice, it was, and he was at home once againhowever briefly. A journey he made wheneer he could, generously delivering the siller hed earned at sea and supplying them with provender and goods hed gathered in the months hed been away.
His usual type of visit in which hed stay only long enough to address whateer tasks required a mans strong arm. But also taking precious time to reassure them of his love, see to their well-being, and, he would always insist, to steel Julianas backbone.
To fire her mettle and make her strong . . . lest any smooth-tongued fool dare attempt to hurt her.
Use her as their mother had been used, however willingly.
See you, lass, honor belongs to all whose heart is pure. Never you forget it, for I tell you true. Such glory is not the sole privilege of knights and lairds, his well-loved voice minded her, the comfort of his words making her forget the annoying rolling motion of the floor.
Hed caught her muttering dark oaths as shed stitched yet another patch onto her best kirtles thread-worn skirts. And, as he was eer wont to do, hed fixed her with a calm and steady gaze, then assured her she possessed sound wits and a stout, goodly hearta generous heart.
Qualities that cloaked her in honor as