Waiting for the Laird by Willa Blair

Author:Willa Blair [Blair, Willa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, fantasy, ghost, Scotland, Halloween
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2016-05-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

On the way to the village’s market day Saturday morning, Lara could barely contain her emotions. Today was the anniversary of Angus’s passing. She hoped the market day would distract the twins and give them something fun to do. As for her…she’d get through it somehow.

Cairn Dubh had turned out to be so much more than just a home. The contents of the secret rooms would make a wonderful display in a museum, perhaps even in Angus’s name. It would be an appropriate way to remember him and to memorialize his connection to the area. The National Museum of Scotland in Edinburgh would probably love to have many of the finer furnishings, art and odds and ends, even weapons, in its collection. If not there, then something in the Highlands, like the visitor’s center at Culloden, or even in the village.

If only she could tell someone! But Ian had been clear about the possibility of attracting thieves. He trusted Rollo, but apparently not the men working for him. She would not put the twins in danger, no matter how fitting the idea of donating to a museum in Angus’s name seemed today. Ian had appeared quite emotional about what they’d found. He was right. She wouldn’t talk to anyone but Ian and Caitlin until arrangements had been made and anything of value removed to safe keeping.

In the backseat, the twins were talking to themselves in low tones Lara knew presaged trouble. “What’s going on back there, you two?”

“Nothing, Mom,” Alex answered. Lara glanced in the rearview mirror in time to see Amy elbow her brother, then turn her face aside to stare out the window.

“Uh huh. Okay, we’re almost there. Remember to stick close to me. I don’t want anyone getting lost.” She pulled into the car park and found a space. “Ready, lads and lassies? Let’s go see what there is to see.”

The fairground was filled with small square vendors’ tents, and more than a few without cover had their goods piled on tables or on the ground around them in baskets. Alex made a beeline for the ironmonger’s display of swords, chain mail and targes, the round shields used by Scottish warriors of old. Amy followed him and fingered the chainmail while Alex drooled over the swords. To keep them out of trouble, Lara had no choice but to go where they went. She didn’t need a vendor complaining and getting them kicked out of the market.

“And what’s yer name, lad?” the ironmonger asked Alex at the same time Amy called to her.

“Look, Mom, aren’t these cool?”

Amy was examining thin belts made out of loosely woven metal loops in many colors—like rainbow chainmail.

“They are colorful,” Lara told her just as the ironmonger’s voice reached her.

“Aye, I ken the place. ’Tis haunted. Ye would have heard that by now, I expect.”

Lara waved Amy to silence so she could hear Alex’s response. Would he admit to the man what he and Amy had avoided telling her? But she should have known better—Alex played dumb.

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