Chapter Thirty-TwoThey sat on sun-warmed boulders, with the clouds fragmenting along the green hill-ridge beside them and the burn laughing as it descended to the fertile land below.
“This is where we shall build our house,” Melcorka looked out to the foot of the glen, where the sea loch lapped at white sands, and Catriona bobbed in the lee of a natural breakwater. “Here, where the land meets the sea. Here we shall raise our family, and here we shall greet visitors as friends, whether we know them or not.”
“It is the Alban way,” Bradan agreed. “The grass is sweet for cattle, the soil is rich for crops, and we are on the highway for travellers by land or sea.”
“This will be our home,” Melcorka said, “and here you will create your library of books and discuss history and philosophy and th
