Epilogue
The Isle of Skye, Scotland
Blades of golden light from the small slits of windows cut brightly through swirling clouds of incense. At the altar of the Priory chapel, in the sight of a congregation filled with islanders and family, the bride and groom exchanged loving glances, and listened to the ancient priest who stood at the altar with his back to them.
They made an impressive pair. She, beautiful and radiant with the happy knowledge that she already carried their child. And he, magnificent and glow with the emotions that surged in his heart.
For they had both received the blessing of the seer. He had come to them, stepping out of the crowds that had gathered outside the chapel door. There, after Ambrose and Elizabeth had placed the hand of their daughter into Malcolm's lovi
