Chapter NineIt might have been the memory of Edinburgh that did it, but my confusion cleared as we stood over the brawling brown burn, and I looked directly at Seonaid. She was older than I had remembered, or perhaps she had aged during her time with Alistair's men, but either way she appeared far more mature. “Seonaid,” I said. “I think I am fully back.” “In that case, Fergus,” she replied quietly, and with just a hint of humour, “I think you had better get some clothes on.” I looked down at myself in sudden shame. In my anxiety to escape from Lochindorb, I had forgotten about my state of nudity, and it had not seemed to matter among friends such as Seonaid and Peallaidh, but now I realised that, however close we might become, we could never become more than companions. There would be
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