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Prologue

Once upon a tih the n land The as steep and rocky, black and twisted trees clung to the edges of the path, and a cold wind blew bitterly against his cheeks But the soldier didn’t hesitate in his stride He had seen places both s had the ability to make him shiver anymore

Our soldier had fought ht bravely Old, young, fair of face, and those who o to battle the best that they are able Often it is more a matter of luck than justice that detere, his honor, his very virtue, our soldier was perhaps no better than thousands of his fellows But in one respect, our soldier was very different He could not tell a lie

Because of this, he was called Truth Teller…

—from TRUTH TELLER

Chapter One

Now dark began to fall as Truth Teller nificent castle, black as sin…

—from TRUTH TELLER

SCOTLAND

JULY 1765

It was as the carriage bumped around a bend and the decrepit castle loomed into view in the dusk that Helen Fitzwilliam finally—and rather belatedly—realized that the whole trip may’ve been a horrible mistake

“Is that it?” Jae seat cushions and peering out the“I thought it was ’sposed to be a castle”

“’Tis a castle, silly,” his nine-year-old sister, Abigail, replied “Can’t you see the tower?”

“Just ’cause it has a tower don’tat the suspect castle “There’s no moat If it is a castle, it’s not a proper one”

“Children,” Helen said rather too sharply, but then they had been in one craht “Please don’t bicker”