“You can hardly describe Miss Windham as a witch!” the Duke objected.
“You can be a witch without looking like one,” Lady Morag retorted, “and magic herbs are always the tools of the trade.”
“People who are intelligent,” Fiona had said, feeling that she must defend herself, “know that nature provides the antidote to every ill, like the nettle and the dock leaf. The country folk in England know a great deal about the healing powers of herbs.”
Lady Morag shivered in an exaggerated fashion.
“It all seems very creepy to me,” she said, “and personally I prefer to rely on a physician.”
That should have been the end of the matter, but Fiona suspected that Lady Morag was talking of her using witchcraft not only to the Duke but to the servants at The Castle.
She remembered reading that the Sc
