Edana felt a sympathy for Jacqueline’s plight, for she had no better idea what this changed Angus might do than the lass did. She was more than agreeable to the plea that they bar the door against the men, which seemed to amuse Angus more than it troubled him. The old woman knew that she was not alone in understanding that it could be forced, nor evidently was she alone in thinking it harmless to reassure the maiden.
This she found most interesting.
“We could escape through the back,” Jacqueline whispered. “The wood is aged there, and none would know the truth of it in the darkness.”
Edana snorted. “You are his prize, lass, and no man lets a prize escape so readily as that. No doubt they check the perimeter moment by moment.”
Jacqueline heaved a sigh of frustration. “I imagine you spea
