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Meg thought of their half-eaten or hiiness, that would not let her eat She did not want to eat

“No, I ary”

“Then will you ith ht is fine and I have questions I wish to ask And I feel…aard in this place”

Aard? Well, he probably did She could not bla that was perfectly natural She had felt aard herself, having him here Outside they could be theive her a certain sense of freedoht denied her

“I should go up and seeshe would say yes The thought of walking with Gregor in the gardens at night was far too te for her to resist Even her for

“Och, please

? A verra little stroll, Meg”

Meg nodded, pretending to be reluctant, as she moved toward hi the coarse stuff of his sleeve and the warmth of his flesh beneath He bent his head close to hers, al, and said, “I feel as if I had never left this place It is like one drawing upon another, al but not quite, the lines just a wee bit out of kilter”

“I understand, Captain Grant”

“Call oons now I a much”

“I think the people of Glen Dhui would disagree with you”

“But as you reminded me so properly, they dinna know me, not anymore”

Best not to answer that, Meg thought He had a way of filling her heart with the need to take hih it was so he had told her he did not want

They were outside, their shoes crunching on the gravel path that led to the herb garden set within its sheltering gray stone walls Away down in the glen, lights flickered where people were going about their lives, and the sor pushed open the wooden gate and they stepped through

Meg drew a deep breath, trying to sort out the different aro all those heady scents Lavender, of course It brushed her skirts, drifting about her, clearing her head And roses, white and red, so, others abundant with blossom And there was rosemary, fennel, thyme, honeysuckle and sweet lilies Pale ht insects buzzed On the far side of the stone wall the burn rushed by, under the old bridge, and down the glen