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“Nay, I have no idea. I am sorry, Captain. I know you are fond of the lass.”
Robbie jumped out of his chair and paced, but not before giving Tomas a glare. “Thank you, Your Grace. I know you did the best you could.” Robbie walked out the door and headed down the passageway. The clicking of Tomas’s boots on the stone let him know his friend wasn’t far behind.
“Grant, we’ll find them. They must be in Glasgow and it isn’t that big a town. It only has four main roads in it. She’s here somewhere.” Tomas shouted, “Grant, wait.”
Robbie ignored him and continued. He was almost to the end of the passageway, when he heard the prioress’s footsteps behind them.
“Captain Grant?”
“Aye, Your Grace?” Robbie stopped and waited for the abbess to catch up with him.
“I know you are interested in her. I feel I need to say something.”
“Aye, Abbess. Please speak your mind.”
“I told you before I didn’t know all the demons and the wounds she had suffered.”
“Aye.” Robbie had no idea what she was about to tell him.
“Now I do. After a long discussion with Caralyn, I wish to tell you that she is indeed a lovely young lady, but she will need a patient man at her side.”
Robbie nodded, unsure of what to say.
She continued. “But you will have no regrets if you pursue her. She is special and has a warm heart. You are just what she needs, a kind and patient man. I think God wouldn’t want you to give up on your quest for the lass. Something is indeed amiss.”
“Thank you, Your Grace.” Robbie cleared his throat and went back in the direction he’d come from. He didn’t know what to say to that statement either. He glanced over at Tomas, whose smug look had been scrubbed off his face.
At the present, all he wanted to do was to locate Caralyn and her lassies. But he had absolutely no idea where to start.
Chapter Ten
Robbie Grant’s eyes roved the great hall, hopeful to find Caralyn here. He and Tomas had scoured the entire town of Glasgow without finding one sign of the lass. He was counting on the fact that Malcolm Murray, a man who put on airs, would consider himself important enough to show up at the castle for the victory celebration.
Tomas interrupted his thoughts. “Good fortune for you that King Alexander decided to celebrate here in Glasgow instead of the royal burgh, aye?”
Too busy searching the area for Caralyn, Robbie did not even glance at his friend. “Och, but we should have found her by now. How does a lass just disappear?”
“Glasgow is much bigger with packhorses heading to ships in the firth.”
“Don’t even mention that possibility that they have left. She’s in Glasgow. I can feel it.”
“I hope you’re correct. We need to find her so we can get her out of your mind and return to the Highlands where we belong.”
Dundonald approached them, two strangers on his heels. “Gentlemen,” he stepped back to allow his companions to stand at his side. “I would like to introduce you to Captain Grant, and his comrade, Tomas More of Drumiston. The Grant Clan, under their direction, was instrumental in garnering our win against the Norse at the Battle of Largs. Lord Montgomery and Baron Strathman would like to offer their thanks for your assistance in the name of the Scottish Crown.”
Lord Montgomery spoke first. “My thanks for sending the Norse running. Why, I hear they ran from the mound to the beach as soon as they saw you Highlanders heading their way.”
Baron Strathman chuckled. “Captain Grant, were you the one with the golden helm? We heard many tales of a golden-helmed warrior’s prowess in battle.”
“Nay, ‘twas my brother, Laird Alexander Grant, in the golden helm and on the mail-clad destrier. He is a fierce fighter.”
“Our thanks for a quick end to the battle. We feared for our own vessels on the Firth of Clyde,” Montgomery said.
“You are both merchants living in Glasgow?” Robbie sipped his ale, his
“Nay, I have no idea. I am sorry, Captain. I know you are fond of the lass.”
Robbie jumped out of his chair and paced, but not before giving Tomas a glare. “Thank you, Your Grace. I know you did the best you could.” Robbie walked out the door and headed down the passageway. The clicking of Tomas’s boots on the stone let him know his friend wasn’t far behind.
“Grant, we’ll find them. They must be in Glasgow and it isn’t that big a town. It only has four main roads in it. She’s here somewhere.” Tomas shouted, “Grant, wait.”
Robbie ignored him and continued. He was almost to the end of the passageway, when he heard the prioress’s footsteps behind them.
“Captain Grant?”
“Aye, Your Grace?” Robbie stopped and waited for the abbess to catch up with him.
“I know you are interested in her. I feel I need to say something.”
“Aye, Abbess. Please speak your mind.”
“I told you before I didn’t know all the demons and the wounds she had suffered.”
“Aye.” Robbie had no idea what she was about to tell him.
“Now I do. After a long discussion with Caralyn, I wish to tell you that she is indeed a lovely young lady, but she will need a patient man at her side.”
Robbie nodded, unsure of what to say.
She continued. “But you will have no regrets if you pursue her. She is special and has a warm heart. You are just what she needs, a kind and patient man. I think God wouldn’t want you to give up on your quest for the lass. Something is indeed amiss.”
“Thank you, Your Grace.” Robbie cleared his throat and went back in the direction he’d come from. He didn’t know what to say to that statement either. He glanced over at Tomas, whose smug look had been scrubbed off his face.
At the present, all he wanted to do was to locate Caralyn and her lassies. But he had absolutely no idea where to start.
Chapter Ten
Robbie Grant’s eyes roved the great hall, hopeful to find Caralyn here. He and Tomas had scoured the entire town of Glasgow without finding one sign of the lass. He was counting on the fact that Malcolm Murray, a man who put on airs, would consider himself important enough to show up at the castle for the victory celebration.
Tomas interrupted his thoughts. “Good fortune for you that King Alexander decided to celebrate here in Glasgow instead of the royal burgh, aye?”
Too busy searching the area for Caralyn, Robbie did not even glance at his friend. “Och, but we should have found her by now. How does a lass just disappear?”
“Glasgow is much bigger with packhorses heading to ships in the firth.”
“Don’t even mention that possibility that they have left. She’s in Glasgow. I can feel it.”
“I hope you’re correct. We need to find her so we can get her out of your mind and return to the Highlands where we belong.”
Dundonald approached them, two strangers on his heels. “Gentlemen,” he stepped back to allow his companions to stand at his side. “I would like to introduce you to Captain Grant, and his comrade, Tomas More of Drumiston. The Grant Clan, under their direction, was instrumental in garnering our win against the Norse at the Battle of Largs. Lord Montgomery and Baron Strathman would like to offer their thanks for your assistance in the name of the Scottish Crown.”
Lord Montgomery spoke first. “My thanks for sending the Norse running. Why, I hear they ran from the mound to the beach as soon as they saw you Highlanders heading their way.”
Baron Strathman chuckled. “Captain Grant, were you the one with the golden helm? We heard many tales of a golden-helmed warrior’s prowess in battle.”
“Nay, ‘twas my brother, Laird Alexander Grant, in the golden helm and on the mail-clad destrier. He is a fierce fighter.”
“Our thanks for a quick end to the battle. We feared for our own vessels on the Firth of Clyde,” Montgomery said.
“You are both merchants living in Glasgow?” Robbie sipped his ale, his
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