Wings of Morning by Kathleen Morgan

Author:Kathleen Morgan [Morgan, Kathleen]
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2010-07-22T04:00:00+00:00

From her bedchamber window, Regan watched Lord Seton and an escort of armed Campbells ride out the next morn, headed, she well knew, to Balloch Castle. From that same window, eight days later, she also saw him return. Allowing for two days hard riding to and from Balloch, she knew he had spent a total of four days there.

Whether or not that had allowed him sufficient time to thoroughly question all who might have accompanied Iain the night of Roddy’s death, Regan didn’t know. She hoped so. In the end, she knew she’d have to trust in Seton’s word that it had. So much of this was, and had always been, out of her hands. That realization frustrated her. Frustrated her greatly.

At least Iain hadn’t accompanied Lord Seton back to Balloch. She had almost suspected he would, or if not him, Niall. But both men had remained at Kilchurn. Perhaps they had done so in the cause of fairness. Or perhaps they knew the verdict even before the investigation had barely commenced. Who’d choose, after all, to believe a woman from some minor clan over the Campbell chief and his tanist?

A knock came at her door. Since no one in the past week and a half had demanded to see her, Regan supposed it was just Jane bringing in some fresh linens or another pile of wood for the fireplace.

“Enter,” she called out, not even bothering to turn to greet the maidservant. There was no point at any rate. Nowadays, Jane spoke only when spoken to, and the rest of the time she was tight-lipped and averted her gaze.

The door opened, then closed. Leather-clad feet crossed the bedchamber and came to stand behind her.

Regan sighed. “Aye, what is it now, Jane?”

“It’s not Jane, Regan. It’s Anne.”

With a gasp, Regan wheeled around. Niall’s auburn-haired wife stood there, gazing solemnly back at her.

“I-I beg pardon, m’lady,” Regan choked out, rising to her feet. “If I’d known it was ye, I would’ve answered the door. But aside from Jane, I’ve not been receiving visitors of late.”

“Ye’ve never been confined to yer room, Regan,” Anne gently replied. “And I have tried to visit ye, several times in fact, but ye never answered until today.”

“I-I didn’t know it was ye.” She lowered her gaze. “But then, I didn’t wish to speak with anyone, even through the door. Especially if it were Niall or Iain.” Realizing how her words might be construed, Regan looked up. “Och, I didn’t mean aught against yer husband, m’lady,” she hurried to explain, “this being his home and all. There was just naught more to be said that wouldn’t have been hurtful, and I’ve caused enough pain as it is.”

“Aye, and I’d wager ye’ve tasted yer fair measure of that pain as well.” Anne paused. “I’d like to stay a time and speak with ye, if ye’d be willing. There are yet some unanswered questions that still gnaw at me.”

The last person—well, almost the last anyway—Regan wanted to speak with was Anne.

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