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her head, saying, “Thank ye. Aunt Keely, but ’twouldna be the same.” Shrugging her mantle of homesickness off, she asked, “Is Belle aboot yet?”
“Isabelle is still abed,” Lady Keely answered. “Your brother and she danced until dawn.”
That bit of information lifted Rob’s mood considerably. “Wouldna it be grand if Dubh married Belle? Then my verra best friend would be my sister-by-marriage. No, that wouldna do because I’m stayin’ in England and would never see her again.”
“Give the Marquess of Inverary a chance,” the countess advised.
“I know ye possess magical talents,” Rob said, reaching out to touch her aunt’s hand. “Can ye tell me who my husband will be?”
“You already have a husband,” Lady Keely answered, giving her an ambiguous smile.
“I mean, will I spend my life with Henry or Gordon?”
“You will live with the man destined to be your mate.”
“Which one is that?” Rob cried in frustration. “Dinna ye know?”
“Being druid means knowing.” Before her niece could plead with her to share that special knowledge, the countess added, “I’ve brought you a gift.”
Lady Keely reached into her pocket and withdrew a necklace. Each of its wirelike, golden cages contained a different gemstone. One of the cages, larger than the others, held a star ruby, that rare stone with a six-pointed star inside.
“’Tis a necklace fit for royalty,” Rob gasped.
The countess smiled, pleased with her niece’s response. She held the necklace up and instructed her, “A necklace is a large circle, the symbol of eternity, and a magical guardian that wards negativity off. This particular piece is my own version of lucky beggar beads which, legend says, will grant your wishes. The purple amethyst calms fears and raises hopes, the rose quartz opens the heart to attract love and happiness in relationships, the lucky green aventurine soothes troubled emotions, the brandy carnelian bolsters courage, and the white agate brings pure truth to your lips.”
Slipping the necklace over Rob’s head. Lady Keely added, “This star ruby, resting against your breast, offers potent protection because a guardian spirit dwells within it. If danger approaches its owner, the ruby will grow darker than pigeon’s blood.”
“Yer concern for me makes the necklace priceless,” Rob said, touching the ruby. “I thank ye and will cherish it always.”
Rob stared into space for a long moment as if mulling an idea over in her mind. Out of habit, she traced a finger across the devil’s flower on the back of her left hand. Finally, she asked, “Ye did say that whatever I wished would be granted?”
Lady Keely nodded.
Rob closed her eyes, touched the ruby, and whispered, “By the power of the spirit dwellin’ within this stone, I wish that Henry and I —”
“No,” Lady Keely cried, touching her niece’s hand, breaking the spell.
Startled, Rob opened her eyes and stared in surprise at her aunt.
“Interfering with another’s destiny is forbidden,” Lady Keely explained. “We cannot alter what is to be, merely accept it. Do you understand?”
Rob shook her head. She had absolutely no idea what her aunt was talking about.
“You may wish for love and happiness,” the countess told her, “but the goddess will decide which man is meant for you.”
“I ken what yer sayin’.” Rob closed her eyes again and touched the ruby. “By the power dwellin’ within this special stone, I wish for true love and happiness with whomever the goddess deems suitable for me.”
“Well said.” Lady Keely rose from her perch on the edge of the bed and crossed the chamber to the door, saying, “’Tis nearly ten o’clock. I wouldn’t keep the marquess waiting overly long, as patience doesn’t appear to be one of his virtues.”
Alone again, Rob fingered the beggar bead necklace. If danger approached, the ruby would darken redder than pigeon’s blood. She intended to keep a watchful eye on it
“Isabelle is still abed,” Lady Keely answered. “Your brother and she danced until dawn.”
That bit of information lifted Rob’s mood considerably. “Wouldna it be grand if Dubh married Belle? Then my verra best friend would be my sister-by-marriage. No, that wouldna do because I’m stayin’ in England and would never see her again.”
“Give the Marquess of Inverary a chance,” the countess advised.
“I know ye possess magical talents,” Rob said, reaching out to touch her aunt’s hand. “Can ye tell me who my husband will be?”
“You already have a husband,” Lady Keely answered, giving her an ambiguous smile.
“I mean, will I spend my life with Henry or Gordon?”
“You will live with the man destined to be your mate.”
“Which one is that?” Rob cried in frustration. “Dinna ye know?”
“Being druid means knowing.” Before her niece could plead with her to share that special knowledge, the countess added, “I’ve brought you a gift.”
Lady Keely reached into her pocket and withdrew a necklace. Each of its wirelike, golden cages contained a different gemstone. One of the cages, larger than the others, held a star ruby, that rare stone with a six-pointed star inside.
“’Tis a necklace fit for royalty,” Rob gasped.
The countess smiled, pleased with her niece’s response. She held the necklace up and instructed her, “A necklace is a large circle, the symbol of eternity, and a magical guardian that wards negativity off. This particular piece is my own version of lucky beggar beads which, legend says, will grant your wishes. The purple amethyst calms fears and raises hopes, the rose quartz opens the heart to attract love and happiness in relationships, the lucky green aventurine soothes troubled emotions, the brandy carnelian bolsters courage, and the white agate brings pure truth to your lips.”
Slipping the necklace over Rob’s head. Lady Keely added, “This star ruby, resting against your breast, offers potent protection because a guardian spirit dwells within it. If danger approaches its owner, the ruby will grow darker than pigeon’s blood.”
“Yer concern for me makes the necklace priceless,” Rob said, touching the ruby. “I thank ye and will cherish it always.”
Rob stared into space for a long moment as if mulling an idea over in her mind. Out of habit, she traced a finger across the devil’s flower on the back of her left hand. Finally, she asked, “Ye did say that whatever I wished would be granted?”
Lady Keely nodded.
Rob closed her eyes, touched the ruby, and whispered, “By the power of the spirit dwellin’ within this stone, I wish that Henry and I —”
“No,” Lady Keely cried, touching her niece’s hand, breaking the spell.
Startled, Rob opened her eyes and stared in surprise at her aunt.
“Interfering with another’s destiny is forbidden,” Lady Keely explained. “We cannot alter what is to be, merely accept it. Do you understand?”
Rob shook her head. She had absolutely no idea what her aunt was talking about.
“You may wish for love and happiness,” the countess told her, “but the goddess will decide which man is meant for you.”
“I ken what yer sayin’.” Rob closed her eyes again and touched the ruby. “By the power dwellin’ within this special stone, I wish for true love and happiness with whomever the goddess deems suitable for me.”
“Well said.” Lady Keely rose from her perch on the edge of the bed and crossed the chamber to the door, saying, “’Tis nearly ten o’clock. I wouldn’t keep the marquess waiting overly long, as patience doesn’t appear to be one of his virtues.”
Alone again, Rob fingered the beggar bead necklace. If danger approached, the ruby would darken redder than pigeon’s blood. She intended to keep a watchful eye on it
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