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Good God, the lad is a lass!

Had her ordeal addled her mind? She was on a horse with a wild Highlander going God knew where with men even he did not trust and yet she found it thrilling!

He wanted one night with her when he did not have to be on his guard waiting for the Douglases to discover that she was English and a lass; one night when he could sit and talk with her by the fire without another soul in sight; one night when when he did not need to pretend he did not want her.

I knew how you liked long tales," he said, giving her a wink. "There's sure to be plenty of those." "In Gaelic," she said. "All the better for learning it.

I see this is not the first time you've gotten yourself injured," she said, sounding irritated. "I suppose battle scars are a badge of honor for you Highlanders." He shrugged. "Every scar provides a tale to share around the hearth." "You should be more careful," she scolded. "I am careful," he said with a laugh. "That's why I live to tell the tales.

No one lacked imagination like the English. Yet he could not dismiss the notion that this lass dressed in breeches could be the seer his grandmother foretold. Finding an English lass lying on a Scottish hillside so many miles from the border was strange enough to have a touch of magic about it.

She told me that love has a magic all its own.