Chapter Four“Shall I help you undress – Your Grace?”
There was a perceptible pause before the last two words.
“N-no – no, thank you,” Tara answered nervously.
“As this room has not been used for some time, I lit a fire. It can be chilly in the evenings, even though it is summer.”
“Thank you, Mrs. McCraig. It is – very – kind of you.”
The housekeeper looked round the room.
“There is nothing else I can do for you – Your Grace?”
Again there was a pause before the last words.
“No thank you.”
The housekeeper went from the room and Tara was alone.
She stood in the huge high-ceilinged bedroom where she had learnt that the wife of the Chieftain had slept since The Castle was first built.
Originally she supposed that it must have been plain and bare, but now it was furnished with a luxur
