CHAPTER FOURThe next day, Ewen was up and out of the house before dawn broke. Outside, there was a layer of frost on the ground and even he found the air rather bracing.
Having slept only lightly, Moira awoke as soon as she heard the sound of hooves resounding on the stones.
It was just gone midday before Ewen arrived back in the family carriage.
Moira ran down to meet him.
“What news, my brother,” she enquired anxiously, “was your business successfully concluded?”
Oh, how she longed to ask him for news of Stuart. But she dare not her brother would not be happy about her harbouring affection for anyone who may not prove to be suitable husband material.
“Aye, it was,” he replied, “we are due to leave this evening for Dundee. We will be sailing on the next available tide.”
“Sailing? I
