By the time she reached Inveresbeinn, Jacqueline was certain that Angus would come for her. She secreted the tuft of heather in her barren chamber and knew she had but to wait.
She did not doubt that Angus was overwhelmed by the change in his fortunes, and she was not so innocent of the world that she imagined everything would be set to rights so readily as that. He needed time to see to the details.
And perhaps he needed time to miss her.
But the days passed and the nights passed and no knight arrived at the convent gates.
Jacqueline decided that if she had conceived his child, she would seek permission to depart, and if ’twas not granted, she would steal away. She would somehow contrive to reach Airdfinnan and tell Angus that he was to be a father. She was certain he would wed her th
