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“Does he…does he know about Angus?” Meg asked

Alison’s eyes flew, horrified, to Meg’s “Nooo, he doesna know, and he ! Promise me ye willna tell him!”

Meg shushed her gently “I won’t tell him, never fear But he will find out, Alison, he can’t help but discover it, in time You should tell him first, before that happens”

Alison looked away, blinking fast to stop the tears

Meg sighed and rose, wrapping her shawl about her plain white nightgown Once she stepped off th

e thick rug, the floor was cold beneath her bare feet, and she quickly cli and folding it away

“My lady,” she said at last, “I dinna wish to speak out of turn”

“Of course not You can say whatever you wish to me, Alison”

“The laird…the Captain He will bring trouble to the glen”

Meg narrowed her gaze, trying to see into the other woman’s mind “How do you know that, Alison?”

Alison shrugged uncomfortably “I feel it, Lady”

Alison’s “feelings” ell known in the glen and not to be taken lightly; she was one of those with the second sight Meg nodded soberly and thanked her “I will take care I will be watchful”

Alison gazed at her a er, and then nodded her satisfaction with her ht, my lady”

“Good night, Alison…”

The door closed and Meg was finally alone Alone in the darkness with a single candle Alone to wonder what it was her father and Gregor Grant were discussing, and why it was she could not hear it