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coasts of Scotland and England, but such things lived long in the collective folk memories. He stood in the prow with his arm around his mate. It was a long time since they had sailed together, and he relished the break from routine. The sea was calm, the sun shone, and he breathed in the cool salt air with relish.
“Ah, Gudrin, we should do this more often. I feel twenty years younger today.”
“Well, husband, seeing as you feel so much younger, I think we ought to go to our quarters, and you can demonstrate to me the effects of this feeling.”
Axl patted his wife’s slim bottom.
“Indeed I will, my love. Go below and get ready to receive your lord and master.”
Gudrin blushed and hurried below. Their marriage had always been a very physical one, and Axl knew she still enjoyed their love-making as much as he did. He and Gudrin had been pleased to hear the cries that Lachlann had wrung from their daughter on the nights that she had joined him in his bed. They were of the opinion that a marriage that worked well in the bedroom had an excellent chance of being both happy and fulfilled, as theirs had been. Axl waited a few minutes to give his mate the chance to prepare for him and enjoy the anticipation as he did. Then he went to their quarters with a spring in his step and the light of love in his eyes.
* * * *
Feasgar, Hamish, and Sigourney landed outside the Caisteal. As they were not known to the family, Feasgar had judged it better to land at the bottom of the slope and not just in front of the building in case they alarmed those within. Consequently both Hamish and Sigourney were treated to a long look at what was to be her home until they found somewhere suitable to live. Lachlann observed both of them to see what sort of impression the Caisteal would make upon them. Then he berated himself as Hamish had known his ancestors and undoubtedly the Caisteal. The old man seemed moved by his view of it, and Lachlann could only suppose that his memories were troubling him. Sigourney on the other hand was round-eyed in awe, and it was no wonder.
The large, square, stone-built structure was set into the hillside overlooking Boat of Garten. There was only one road up to it, so it was easily defended. There was a flat area in front of the Caisteal where family could land in dragon-form. They climbed slowly up the slope, taking into account that Hamish wouldn’t be able to hurry and allowing Sigourney to look her fill. Then they entered the house. The entrance hall was large and furnished with richly polished, old furniture. Straight opposite the front door was a wide, ornately carved staircase leading to the upper floor. Braemuir was there waiting to greet them. He was an imposing figure at six feet four inches tall. He had the Braemuir plaid wound around him and the end thrown over his shoulder in the time-honoured tradition. The huge brooch with the cabochon emerald and the golden dragon held it in place. His muscular frame was broad at the shoulders and narrow at the waist and hips. His legs were long, lean, and powerful. He was every inch the warrior. His hair was long, blue-black, and glossy. He wore it pulled back from his face and tied at the nape of his neck with a leather thong. He carried a huge broadsword at his hip. It was long and heavy, with a matching cabochon emerald in the hilt.
“Lachlann, welcome home, brother, and who are these people you have brought with you?”
“This is Hamish Munroe, friend of some of our ancestors who has been living in the Norse lands. Hamish, this is my brother, Braemuir of Braemuir.”
“I would have known him anywhere. He has the look of my old friend. I am honoured to meet you, Braemuir.”
“The honour is all mine. I know from the family records that you were a close friend of my ancestor’s, and you are therefore doubly welcome to the Caisteal.”
“This is my mate, Sigourney. She is from Alesund in the land of the Norsemen. Sigourney, my brother and
“Ah, Gudrin, we should do this more often. I feel twenty years younger today.”
“Well, husband, seeing as you feel so much younger, I think we ought to go to our quarters, and you can demonstrate to me the effects of this feeling.”
Axl patted his wife’s slim bottom.
“Indeed I will, my love. Go below and get ready to receive your lord and master.”
Gudrin blushed and hurried below. Their marriage had always been a very physical one, and Axl knew she still enjoyed their love-making as much as he did. He and Gudrin had been pleased to hear the cries that Lachlann had wrung from their daughter on the nights that she had joined him in his bed. They were of the opinion that a marriage that worked well in the bedroom had an excellent chance of being both happy and fulfilled, as theirs had been. Axl waited a few minutes to give his mate the chance to prepare for him and enjoy the anticipation as he did. Then he went to their quarters with a spring in his step and the light of love in his eyes.
* * * *
Feasgar, Hamish, and Sigourney landed outside the Caisteal. As they were not known to the family, Feasgar had judged it better to land at the bottom of the slope and not just in front of the building in case they alarmed those within. Consequently both Hamish and Sigourney were treated to a long look at what was to be her home until they found somewhere suitable to live. Lachlann observed both of them to see what sort of impression the Caisteal would make upon them. Then he berated himself as Hamish had known his ancestors and undoubtedly the Caisteal. The old man seemed moved by his view of it, and Lachlann could only suppose that his memories were troubling him. Sigourney on the other hand was round-eyed in awe, and it was no wonder.
The large, square, stone-built structure was set into the hillside overlooking Boat of Garten. There was only one road up to it, so it was easily defended. There was a flat area in front of the Caisteal where family could land in dragon-form. They climbed slowly up the slope, taking into account that Hamish wouldn’t be able to hurry and allowing Sigourney to look her fill. Then they entered the house. The entrance hall was large and furnished with richly polished, old furniture. Straight opposite the front door was a wide, ornately carved staircase leading to the upper floor. Braemuir was there waiting to greet them. He was an imposing figure at six feet four inches tall. He had the Braemuir plaid wound around him and the end thrown over his shoulder in the time-honoured tradition. The huge brooch with the cabochon emerald and the golden dragon held it in place. His muscular frame was broad at the shoulders and narrow at the waist and hips. His legs were long, lean, and powerful. He was every inch the warrior. His hair was long, blue-black, and glossy. He wore it pulled back from his face and tied at the nape of his neck with a leather thong. He carried a huge broadsword at his hip. It was long and heavy, with a matching cabochon emerald in the hilt.
“Lachlann, welcome home, brother, and who are these people you have brought with you?”
“This is Hamish Munroe, friend of some of our ancestors who has been living in the Norse lands. Hamish, this is my brother, Braemuir of Braemuir.”
“I would have known him anywhere. He has the look of my old friend. I am honoured to meet you, Braemuir.”
“The honour is all mine. I know from the family records that you were a close friend of my ancestor’s, and you are therefore doubly welcome to the Caisteal.”
“This is my mate, Sigourney. She is from Alesund in the land of the Norsemen. Sigourney, my brother and
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