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They kissed again, briefly.
“You know I keep wondering why Lord David was so foolish to come after me in the first place.”
“I believe I can explain that, but first tell me… do you have a dark mark on the inner part of your big right toe?”
Varrick looked at her perplexed and shook his head. “Nay, but Argus does.”
Fia smiled. “I have a story to tell you, husband, and a surprise for Argus.”
CHAPTER31
Seven years later.
“Rhodes isbut seven years and swings a sword with remarkable skill,” Argus said, watching the lad, the image of his father, practice with the warriors.
“Aye, my son will best me one day,” Varrick said with pride.
“Don’t eat that!”
Varrick and Argus turned to see Argus’s son, Bowden, soon-to-be six years, trying to brush a plant, the root attached, out of Varrick’s daughter’s hand.
Varrick shook his head at the lass who just turned five years. “What were you told about eating plants, Wilona?”
“Silverweed,” she said as if that explained it and took a bite of the root, then handed it to Bowden. “It’s tasty.”
Argus shook his head. “My son will do anything your daughter tells him to.”
“He sees his da doing anything his mum tells him to,” Varrick said with a laugh.
Argus grinned. “Love does that to you and glad I am that Berta loves me and we have a good life together.”
“You don’t regret not claiming your right to be Lord of Clan MacSymon?”
“Never. You were meant to lead, I was not. Besides, my home is here and here is where I am happy. However, I am grateful that you sent Corwin to lead the clan until Lord David’s son, Chad, is older and wise enough to do so.”
Varrick nodded. “Aye. They are getting along well, and Corwin teaches him wisely. He will make a good leader one day. And I am glad Corwin found himself a wife while there. He is happy and it is good we have another clan that pays allegiance to us.”
“DA!”
Varrick turned and smiled, seeing his son, Tarrant, three years, running toward him. He hurried to scoop him up when his wife, round with child, rushed forward seeing their son about to take a tumble.
Argus laughed. “He runs ahead of himself all the time.”
“That he does,” Varrick said with a laugh as he hugged his son.
“I am off to enjoy some of the honey cakes Berta has made,” Argus said with a smile and a wink to Varrick.
“Honey cakes!” Bowden and Wilona screeched.
“Me! Me!” Tarrant said, stretching his small arms out to Argus.
“Not too many,” Varrick ordered as he handed his son to Argus.
“Did I hear honey cakes?” Rhodes asked, suddenly joining them.
“You eat too many and leave none for us,” Wilona accused.
“It is you who stuffs your face,” Bowden said, blowing his cheeks full.
