Her young son was an enigma to her.Ĭailin swept her in a big bear hug when he saw her. Being raised in England as a virtual prisoner-albeit a favored one-had made him very good at keeping his thoughts to himself. But except for having her light hair, the lad was the image of her handsome husband.įortunately, David didn’t raise an objection to being woken in the middle of the night, covered in a scratchy wool cloak, and rushed out into the stormy night. Perhaps if he didn’t look so much like his father it wouldn’t hurt so much. But after three months, David still pulled away from her touch. If her sister noticed the wariness in the boy’s eyes when he looked at his mother, Janet didn’t say anything. She donned the garments Janet had brought for her-which were indeed too big and hung on her like a sackcloth-and went to wake her son. Admiring such a man from afar was very different from being married to one. But her pride hadn’t been enough for him. Once she’d been proud of her husband’s feats of bravery and battlefield prowess. Though Sir Adam’s father had fallen on the battlefield at Dunbar, her husband’s heroics had enabled Sir Adam to escape. If only her husband would have done the same. “I will do whatever I must to see you safe,” he said heavily. “Thank you,” she said, blinking up at him through watery eyes. “Then you’d best gather David and be gone. “Then I will do what I can to delay them.” He turned to Janet. He sighed in a way that told her he did not agree but recognized the futility of argument.
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