Chapter ThreeDunkeld was once the capital of old Scotland and it is finely situated as such. To the south lies excellent agricultural land, while it sits by the banks of a powerful river and to the north lies an easy pass that leads into the Highland hills. It was through this gap that Seonaid led me, riding as easily as any man and with her hood thrown back despite the chill of winter.
“Enjoy the cold,” she told me with her face healthily glowing, “and enjoy the frost. It makes the track easier to ride.”
I told her we had frost and chill in the Borders too, but she merely laughed at me. In truth, I had never seen her so animated as she rode north into the pass with the densely wooded hills crowding upon us and the sky ahead pregnant with storm clouds.
“How far north are you travelling?
