A Sword Upon the Rose. Brenda Joyce

her one of them, now she wanted nothing more than to have the vision he wished for.

      “Good.” He picked up his knife and fork and began to eat.

      Alana did not move. Although she had never given any thought to her future, not as a man’s wife, not as a child’s mother, tears arose. Was it possible that she might one day have a husband, children—a family?

      “You are not eating,” Buchan said.

      Alana was jerked out of her hopes and dreams. She smiled at him, and picked up her utensils. Dutifully, she began to eat.