"I don"t understand," I said.
"We are going to ride right through the middle of Liddesdale as though we own the place," Hugh told me. "Slow and brazen." His grin was now as broad as I had ever seen it. "And that will be a story you can tell your grandchildren!"
I felt that renewed surge of mingled excitement and anticipation as I contemplated riding through Liddesdale. That vision returned, with my husband, if it was my husband, and the three children, with the word Robert on the coat of arms. "You are a daring man," I said.
"I am just a man," Hugh replied.
This time I did not allow him to back away. "No, Hugh," I said. "You are a man of daring. In truth, I have never met a man like you before."
Hugh frowned. "There is nothing special about me…"
I took hold of his arm, unsure how I f
