stones.â
âAye? Are you interested in it as well?â
âOh, yes. Its entranceâthe narrow end, where there is that great jumble of large rocksâlies in a direct line to the two stones standing beyond either end of the ring. That had to be purposeful; it is too exact to be happenstance.â
âThat is unusual?â
She nodded. âIn my experience, it is. Barrows vary in size, some large, some small, some oval, some rectangular. But I have not seen this alignment with the standing stones before. I should very much like to study it.â
âInstead of the ruins?â
âOh, no! I meant, in addition to the ruins, I want to open the barrow. Does it belong to the earl as well?â
âThe ring and barrow do not âbelongâ to anyone, to my way of thinking, but to everyone.â
âYes, of course. It is our common history; itâs important to everyone. But the land must be owned by somebody.â
âItâs on Duncally lands. But Damon gave that part, where the stones and barrow lie, to his wife as a wedding gift. He knew Meg holds it dear.â
âWhat a wonderful thing to do! The earl must be a veryforward-thinking man.â Coll thought somewhat sourly that this woman, too, was probably enamored of the handsome earl. Mardoun was the sort a lady would swoon overâfor that matter, women of all sorts tended to fall at the manâs feet. Violet went on, âHowâI mean, when she married Mardoun, the land would have become his property again.â
Coll nodded. âAye. So Damon gave it to the Munrosâto the trust that he set up, that is. Meg and I are the ones who direct the trust.â
âThen it is to you that I must make my appeal.â
Coll looked at her a little warily. âI suppose it is.â
âThis could be a very important site. The arrangement is unusual, and in a remote area such as this, it may have been little disturbed over the centuries.â
âBut it is sacred ground. It doesnât seem right.â
âKnowledge is sacred.â Violet looked at him intently. âWe could learn so much from an untouched site.â
âBut surely the dead deserve some respect.â
âI donât mean any disrespect.â
âOpening up their graves? Poking about among their bones and such?â He frowned. âHow could it not be?â
âI would exercise the utmost care, I assure you.â
âI do not doubt that. Still . . .â
âI shall not give up,â she warned him.
He smiled ruefully. âI am sure of that.â He shrugged. âIâll write Meg and ask her opinion. âTis the Munro women who are the keepers of the old ones.â
âThe âold onesâ? Who are they?â
âItâs just the name some give to the stonesâand to the ones who built them as well.â
Violet fell silent. Coll studied her. She was clearly lost inthought; he could almost see the ideas chasing one another across her face. He would like to draw herâa study in charcoal, with her looking into the distance, the breeze catching a strand of hair and tossing it across her face, as it had this morning. He remembered how he had wanted to reach out and move the stray curl back, his fingertips gliding across the smooth skin of her cheek.
He turned away abruptly. âWell, I must not keep you from finding a book to read. Thereâs enough here, whatever subject interests you.â He gestured vaguely toward the multitude of shelves and went back to his seat at the table.
âWhat is that you are reading?â Violet nodded toward the book open before him. âIt looks quite old.â She craned her head. âIs it handwritten?â
âAye. Itâs not one of Duncallyâs books. âTis Megâs. It was our grandmotherâs journal.â
âReally?â He supposed he should not have been surprised that Violetâs
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