She thought that, if she were sleeping once again in the Thistle Bedchamber, she would not be listening, as she did at Ardness Castle, for sounds that never came or be lying awake, feeling afraid of the shadows for no reason that she could explain to herself.
“Have you been watching the dancing in the Chief’s Room every night?” she asked eagerly.
“Not every night,” Lord Strathcairn replied with a smile. “They usually gather on Saturdays and once a month they bring their wives, families, their mothers and fathers and give a demonstration of their skill.”
“How I would like to see it!” Leona exclaimed.
“How I would like to show it to you!” Lord Strathcairn echoed.
They walked into the garden and once again Leona found that it was warmer than anywhere else, protected as it was by thick sh
