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We turned away from the door and I looked out on the dreary courtyard. A thick mist of fog floated over the cobblestones, and a restless horse whinnied in the stables. The white fog wrapped around us and obscured the castle. The tall walls loomed around us as great shadows that judged our deceitful journey. The darkness obscured my vision and the dampness fell heavy on my shoulders. When I breathed a faint mist blew from my mouth. I wrapped Leod’s coat close to myself and shivered.
“What trouble have you given yourself, Muira?” I scolded myself.
“This way, my lady. Follow Leod,” Leod whispered to me.
He took my arm and led me across the short distance to the stables. We stepped silent across the hard stones, smoothed and rutted by centuries of feet, hooves and wheels, and sli
