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“Let her go, Reed,” said Maggie. “It seems to mean a lot to her.”
“Aye, it does,” agreed Morag. “Besides, I’m sure Willow and Maira and their husbands will probably be there, too.”
“Oh, I doubt it,” said Branton, earning him a stomp on his toes from Morag as well as a dirty look. He jumped up and down holding his foot.
“Will any of you be returning with us or not?” asked one of the guards walking out of the house munching on an apple. “I’d hate to think we made the journey all the way here for naught.”
“Ye havena, because I’ll be returnin’ with ye.” Morag looked up to her father, pleading with him once again. “Can I go, Faither? Please?”
Reed looked at her and then over to Maggie. With both Morag and her mother staring at him, Morag knew it wouldn’t be long before he crumbled.
“Och, all right,” he finally agreed, swiping a hand through the air. “Morag, ye can go to Rothbury, but only until the end of the festivities.”
“Thank ye, Da.” Morag threw herself into her father’s arms and gave him a big hug. “Ye willna regret it.”
“I already do. And I warn ye, Daughter, stay away from the laddies. If I find out ye’ve married a Sassenach behind my back, I swear, it’ll never be forgotten.”
“Never be forgotten?” Morag pondered the thought, and a smile slowly spread across her face. Hadn’t Mazelina told her that if she didn’t want to be forgotten that she should do something to be noticed? Well, now, here was an idea! Morag now knew exactly what she had to do as soon as she arrived at Rothbury. She would find herself an English knight and get married.
