January 6, 1372
January 6, 1372Epiphany
EpiphanyOn the feast of kings, we rode to Kinfairlie.
Not the village, but the ruins of the old keep. Merlyn thought it important that I visit the former abode of my mother’s family. I was glad it was a clear and sunny day, for I had half a thought that there might be specters there to haunt me.
It was a rather odd destination, in my opinion, though Merlyn seemed surprised when I said as much.
My sister and Alasdair had arranged to be wed by the end of this month and Mavella had not challenged the status of Alasdair’s cousin’s boy as heir. They were like a small family already, happy together, and I was well pleased.
Tynan adored Ravensmuir. He and Arnulf struck up a friendship based upon the horses, and though Arnulf said nothing, Tynan’s chat
