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Ian gave a s

"Yes," I said, sitting down on the bench next to Brianna "But you can ood hand with a likeness," I explained to Jaer from memory, do you think, Bree?"

"Yes!" She reached for the quill, eager to try "Yes, I’m sure I can--I’ve drawn him before"

Jamie surrendered the quill and paper, the vertical lines between his brows showing in a slight frown

"Can the printer work fro it

"Oh--aye, I expect so It’s no great matter to make a woodblock, if the lines are clear" He spoke abstractedly, eyes fixed on the paper in front of Brianna

Ian pushed Rollo’s head off his knee and ca over Bree’s shoulder in what seeerated curiosity

Lower lip fixed between her teeth, she drew clean and swiftly High forehead, with a thick lock of black hair that rose froly marked black brows She drew him in profile; a bold nose, not quite beaky, a clean-lined, sensitive mouth and a wide, slanted jaw Thick-lashed eyes, deepset, with lines of good hu face She added a neat, flat ear, then turned her attention to the elegant curve of the skull, drawing thick, wavy dark hair pulled back in a short tail

Ian led noise in his throat

"Are you all right, Ian?" I looked up at hi across the table, at Ja on a spit

I turned, to find precisely the same expression on Jamie’s face

"What on earth is the " The muscles of his throat moved in a convulsive s The corner of his h he couldn’t control it

"Like hell it is!" Alar for his pulse "Ja chest pains? Do you feel ill?"

"I do" Ian was leaning over the table, looking as though heto throw up any estured feebly at the sketch--"is Roger Wakefield?"

"Yes," she said, looking up at hiht? Did you eat so funny?"

He didn’t answer, but dropped heavily onto the bench beside her, put his head in his hands, and groaned

Jarip Even in the red of the firelight, I could see that he hite and strained The hand on the table curled around the quill jar, as though seeking support

"Mr Wakefield," he said carefully to Brianna "Has he by any chance…another name?"

"Yes," Brianna and I said in unison I stopped and let her explain as I rose and went hurriedly to fetch a bottle of brandy fro on, but had the horrible feeling that it was about to be called for

"--adopted MacKenzie was his own faed with the bottle in hand She glanced froer MacKenzie, have you?"

Jalance Ian cleared his throat So did Ja anxiously from one to the other "What is it? Have you seen hihten as he summoned up words

"Aye," he said carefully "We have On the mountain"

"What--here? On thisback the bench Alarm and excitement played over her face like flames "Where is he? What happened?"

"Well," Ian said defensively, "he did say as he’d taken youropen so far that a rim of white showed all around the iris

"Well, your Da asked him, just to be sure, and he admitted that he’d--"

"You what?" Brianna rounded on Jamie, clenched fists on the table

"Aye, well It--was a mistake," Jamie said He looked utterly wretched

"You bet it was! What in the name of--what have you done?" Her own cheeks had blanched, and blue sparks glinted in her eyes, hot as the heart of a flaht into her face, and set his jaw

"The wee lassie," he said "Lizzie She told ot it on ye was a wicked brute called MacKenzie"

Brianna’s mouth opened and shut, but no words came out Jamie looked at her steadily

"Ye did say to me that ye’d been violated, did ye no?"

She nodded, jerky as a badly sprung puppet

"So, then Ian and the lassie were at the mill, when MacKenzie came askin’ for ye They rode to fetch reen spring"

Brianna had got her voice working, though only barely