Moira gazed up at the turrets and the battlements. Lednock had been built in the style of the much older castle that had once stood there. To the untrained eye, the castle looked fourteenth century at least, when it was in fact built in the sixteenth century.
“This place has so many memories,” she murmured. “Should someone else live here, it would feel as if all the happy times we spent here would vanish into nothingness.”
“No, I keep my memories in here, “replied Ewen thumping his heart. “But it’s true, every stone, every window has a tale to tell, and to never stand here and look over the Loch. Why, it would be unthinkable!”
“Ewen, I worry so for our father. It is not right that a man his age should take to his bed. Mother says that he has hardly eaten and I fear for his health and sa
