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He led me the remainder of the hall and into the chambers I shared with my laird. Maher the tailor stood at the foot of the bed with a large trunk on the floor between him and the roaring fire. He saw us enter and hurried over with a wide smile and a skip to his step. Maher clasped my hands and pulled me into the room.
“My lady, I thought you were lost!” he teased.
I laughed as I tried not to stumble through his eagerness. “Muira, my old friend,” I reminded him.
“Lady Muira, if I recall,” he returned. He set me beside the closed trunk and flung open the lid. A half dozen dresses were carefully packed one on top of the other. “And another memory I have is promising you some very wonderful dresses, and I have delivered them.” He pulled out an elegant evening dress dyed the colo
