There had never been another woman in his life and then he was killed in a joust.
Diane had also loved him until her death.
‘That is love,’ Fyna said to herself. ‘A love I want and I pray one day I will find it.’
Her father’s Castle was now just ahead of her.
It had been altered over the years, but still had a rugged strength about it.
It had survived many enemies over the centuries, including the Vikings, and it was, Fyna thought, a fitting background for her father and his Clan.
As she drew nearer, she could see that there were several horses outside the front door.
She knew that once again people had come riding up the Strath to consult her father and ask for his advice.
She only hoped that there were not too many additional problems for him to handle.
He was now beginning to f
