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Authors: April Holthaus
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and waited. The woman grasped the stack of paper and pulled out three pieces at random. The first card was flipped over, showing a picture of a man who looked as if he was in pain. He slumped over to one side and his face had a saddened look upon it.
“I see death. But this death is not in the future, but in the past.”
Lara swallowed hard. She did not know the meaning behind what the woman said. The only person who had died was her mother, but the woman could not have known that. However, it could have been said about anyone as the statement was vague and she did not mention to whom she referred. Lara continued to watch and listen.
Her eyes followed the woman’s hand as she flipped over the next one. The painting depicted a picture of a jeweled golden cup similar to one she imagined would be used for royalty. The drawing itself, Lara thought, was drawn by a very talented artist.
“You are searching for something. No’ a place, or a person. A treasure mayhap?” she said in a gravelly tone.
Lara took her eyes off the painted card and popped her head up. Suddenly, this fortune-telling was becoming all too real for her.
Shaking her head in disbelief, she murmured, “How can ye ken that?”
“I can only tell you what the cards say. I cannot explain why.”
“How can ye or yer cards ken that?”
“If my cards say tis real, than tis real,” the woman barked. “Perhaps it is not for you to find the treasure.”
Abruptly pushing herself from the chair, Lara stood. She was no longer going to subject herself to this woman’s insanity. She had learned nothing by this encounter and all it had done was aggravate her. She wished that she had never agreed to enter the tent with this foolish woman. And this experience was far from entertaining. The woman had said things, things she could not have known. Lara felt that her first instinct was correct; the woman was nothing more than a fraud with a silver tongue.
Noticing Lara had become upset, the woman said, “I can only tell you what the cards say, my lady. But I can tell you this. That whatever answers you are searching for will only lead you into danger. In truth, I know who you are, and I know that you are in more danger than you think.”
“Danger! From whom? How do ye ken me?”
“You are in danger from the men sent to find you. A group of them passed through here just last night. I do not know who they are, but they were to make certain that you do not return.”
“What makes ye think they search fer me?”
“Because, ye are Lady Moray, are ye not? Though their description of you does not do you justice.”
After a few silent moments between them, Lara turned and walked out of the tent and back into the sea of shoppers. After walking only a few steps, she became dizzy. Her stomach twisted in knots and she could not stop her hands from shaking. Dermot , she thought. Had he found out she’d escaped the English, he would have indeed sent men out to search for her.
She looked around at the faces of the people passing by to see if she recognized any of them. Once her stomach settled enough for her to walk, she quickly made her way back to the tavern to wait for Bram.
Chapter 9
Bram returned to Dumfries just as people were beginning to close their shops and pack away the items stacked on the carts. He walked past a stall that had a variety of colored silk and linen dresses and other women’s wear. His thoughts turned to Lara and the oversized wool dress she had been wearing. The wool dress, he thought, must be hot and uncomfortable for her, though she had not complained once.
Interrupting a seamstress packing away her wares, he inquired about the cost of a dark blue gown that caught his eye. He thought the rich color would look beautiful on Lara with her dark hair. Not that he had much of a fashion sense about such things, but blue was his favorite color. He couldn’t deny his impulse to see Lara covered in such a fine fabric.
While he was
“I see death. But this death is not in the future, but in the past.”
Lara swallowed hard. She did not know the meaning behind what the woman said. The only person who had died was her mother, but the woman could not have known that. However, it could have been said about anyone as the statement was vague and she did not mention to whom she referred. Lara continued to watch and listen.
Her eyes followed the woman’s hand as she flipped over the next one. The painting depicted a picture of a jeweled golden cup similar to one she imagined would be used for royalty. The drawing itself, Lara thought, was drawn by a very talented artist.
“You are searching for something. No’ a place, or a person. A treasure mayhap?” she said in a gravelly tone.
Lara took her eyes off the painted card and popped her head up. Suddenly, this fortune-telling was becoming all too real for her.
Shaking her head in disbelief, she murmured, “How can ye ken that?”
“I can only tell you what the cards say. I cannot explain why.”
“How can ye or yer cards ken that?”
“If my cards say tis real, than tis real,” the woman barked. “Perhaps it is not for you to find the treasure.”
Abruptly pushing herself from the chair, Lara stood. She was no longer going to subject herself to this woman’s insanity. She had learned nothing by this encounter and all it had done was aggravate her. She wished that she had never agreed to enter the tent with this foolish woman. And this experience was far from entertaining. The woman had said things, things she could not have known. Lara felt that her first instinct was correct; the woman was nothing more than a fraud with a silver tongue.
Noticing Lara had become upset, the woman said, “I can only tell you what the cards say, my lady. But I can tell you this. That whatever answers you are searching for will only lead you into danger. In truth, I know who you are, and I know that you are in more danger than you think.”
“Danger! From whom? How do ye ken me?”
“You are in danger from the men sent to find you. A group of them passed through here just last night. I do not know who they are, but they were to make certain that you do not return.”
“What makes ye think they search fer me?”
“Because, ye are Lady Moray, are ye not? Though their description of you does not do you justice.”
After a few silent moments between them, Lara turned and walked out of the tent and back into the sea of shoppers. After walking only a few steps, she became dizzy. Her stomach twisted in knots and she could not stop her hands from shaking. Dermot , she thought. Had he found out she’d escaped the English, he would have indeed sent men out to search for her.
She looked around at the faces of the people passing by to see if she recognized any of them. Once her stomach settled enough for her to walk, she quickly made her way back to the tavern to wait for Bram.
Chapter 9
Bram returned to Dumfries just as people were beginning to close their shops and pack away the items stacked on the carts. He walked past a stall that had a variety of colored silk and linen dresses and other women’s wear. His thoughts turned to Lara and the oversized wool dress she had been wearing. The wool dress, he thought, must be hot and uncomfortable for her, though she had not complained once.
Interrupting a seamstress packing away her wares, he inquired about the cost of a dark blue gown that caught his eye. He thought the rich color would look beautiful on Lara with her dark hair. Not that he had much of a fashion sense about such things, but blue was his favorite color. He couldn’t deny his impulse to see Lara covered in such a fine fabric.
While he was
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