"It"s drier in here," Alexander said.
We looked out at the teeming rain, looked at each other and sat down on bales of straw.
"We have a choice," Alexander said.
"We have," I moved aside to dodge a persistent drip that came through the roof.
Alexander nodded. "Yes, Mary. You"d better move before you get wet."
I looked at the puddle forming around my feet. "I think it"s a bit late for that." We laughed together. "Look at the pair of us. We"re like a pair of drowned rats. Tell me your choice, Alexander."
"We can stay here until the rain moderates," Alexander said, "or we can ride through the storm."
I looked out of the half-open door. The rain was bouncing from the quickly spreading puddles. Ahead, the clouds concealed Lammermuir, with tendrils of grey probing into the lower ground.
