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“Ye make me dare to hope I could be again the man I was.”
“Nay, Gilchrist, never again will you be that man. And I am glad of it,” Rachel whispered, leaning closer. “For this is the man I love.”
“But you see with your own eyes what I am.” He spread wide the fingers of his fire-ravaged hand.
“And you know in your heart what I am.”
“Aye,” he breathed against her hair. “Ye are like the spring after winter’s darkness, a rare elixir, everything virtuous and good. Aye, that and more.” He brushed his lips lightly across her temple. “Which is why I must go….”
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For Jeannie
Contents
Chapter One
The Highlands of Scotland, 1208
The girl batted gold-tipped lashes in Gilchrist’s direction then spurred her mount ahead into the forest.
“Harlot,” he muttered under his breath.
Hugh snorted. “Christ, man! If ye willna be friendly to the lass, at the least ye can be civil.”
“And why must I be civil?” Gilchrist snapped.
“Because ye are laird, and can no afford this ill temper ye bear our women.”
“Hmph.” He ducked to avoid a low hanging branch as his steed quickened his pace. “Aye, I am laird—so the elders say. But I am a Mackintosh—the clan will never accept me.”
Hugh nudged his mount closer and cocked a tawny brow. “Ye are a Davidson, too. Your mother was born and bred on this land, and ’tis here ye were raised.”
He turned in the saddle and glanced back at the Davidson warriors who rode in a tight formation behind them. A few met his gaze, but most looked away or pretended to check their weapons.
Davidson. Mackintosh. What was he now?
The pain was worse today. The rough hunting plaid, even the soft wool of his shirt, burned against his skin. He longed to tear the garments free and let the stiff breeze cool his body. But he dared not. Too many eyes were on him. He could bear their revulsion, but not their pity.
Hugh nodded to the clearing ahead. “Are ye comin’?”
Gilchrist closed his eyes and drew a breath. Rain. He could smell it in the air, cool and threatening. He almost smiled. Then a familiar, acrid scent yanked him back to reality. His eyes flew open.
There it was.
The charred remains of Braedûn Lodge, seat of Clan Davidson, the only home he remembered. ’Twas once a great house, full of laughter