![]() ![]() And it mattered not that the result had brought Jocelyn MacCallum to Lairig Dubh as the laird's wife. ![]() It mattered not that he had suffered for his misjudgement. It mattered not that Athdar had been young and tended towards brash acts. The half-Norse, half-Scottish natural son of the Earl of Orkney did not suffer fools easily and at some time in the past, before even her birth, Athdar had done something very foolish and her father would never let it go. And bothered was not something she, or anyone, wanted her father to be. Just mentioning his name usually caused her father to look extremely bothered. If she showed her interest in Athdar, word would make it back to her father and then trouble would begin. Isobel wanted to show her excitement much as Cora did, but she held back. 'Will he be here for the evening meal, do you think?' Cora asked, watching her closely for her reply. ![]() 'He is leaving to return home,' she said. Still, he was a fine-looking man to gaze upon. From the decisive way he walked, looking neither right nor left, he had business with the laird and would not be slowed from his task. She turned to see who her friend was watching.Īthdar MacCallum, brother of the laird's wife Joc-elyn, strode through the yard, heading for the keep. Her friend Cora rarely took notice of the opposite sex, so this was something different, something special. The excited whisper drew Isobel's attention. ![]()
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