Chapter FifteenAT HOME
MAY 1586
We married in the ancient chapel at Laverlaw at dawn on Beltane Sunday. Hugh looked decidedly uncomfortable in doublet and hose, with no sword at his side and in a place with bad memories of past betrayal. I had chosen Laverlaw for that reason: the best way to remove a bad memory is to replace it with a better one. I ensured that there would be no bad memories this time, as our marriage cemented the two surnames of Tweedie and Veitch into a single family.
I tried to get Hugh to drop his name of Veitch in favour of Tweedie, but he refused.
'I have always been Hugh Veitch and Hugh Veitch I will remain,' he said, adding a slow kiss to sweeten his words. I welcomed that kiss and continued it to its natural conclusion with a mad encounter that left us both ga
