He held the last note of the song, plangent, sorrowful, beautifully sustained. He let it slowly fade, as if disappearing into the air above her head.
‘Again,’ Rebekah said, raising her hand above her as if reaching up to trap the fleeting strain. ‘Play it again.’
Daniel lowered the flute. ‘Nay, lass. That was the last time – for now. Till after we are done. But then,’ he smiled, ‘then there will be more songs. Of praise. Of love.’
‘And will there be more of other things?’ She stretched a hand to him, running her fingers down his n***d shoulder, the blanket that had covered her own nakedness falling away. She didn’t prevent it falling, enjoying the way his eyes widened at what was revealed. ‘Come,’ she said, pinching his flesh now between thumb and forefinger. ‘There is time enough, sure
