Chapter Fifteen'It's drier in here,' Alexander said.
We looked out at the teeming rain, looked at each other and sat down on bales of straw.
'We have a choice,' Alexander said.
'We have,' I moved aside to dodge a persistent drip that came through the roof.
Alexander nodded. 'Yes, Mary. You'd better move before you get wet.'
I looked at the puddle forming around my feet. 'I think it's a bit late for that.' We laughed together. 'Look at the pair of us. We're like a pair of drowned rats. Tell me your choice, Alexander.'
'We can stay here until the rain moderates,' Alexander said, 'or we can ride through the storm.'
I looked out of the half-open door. The rain was bouncing from the quickly spreading puddles. Ahead, the clouds concealed Lammermuir, with tendrils of grey probing into the
