Ruaidri (THE SWORD AND THE SPIRIT #4) by Avril Borthiry EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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“Marriage.”
“Aye.”
“To Lachlan Ranald’s daughter.”
Ruaidri gave Ewan a sardonic look. “I doubt he’d be offering me the
hand of his son. To his lass, aye. Màiri Beth.”
Ewan grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck. “And you’ve been
aware of this since you got the invitation to the gathering.”
“Aye.”
“A month ago.”
“Aye.”
“And you didnae mention it till now because?”
“Because I wasnae quite decided.” Ruaidri shifted in his chair and
regarded the missive, which lay, unfurled, on the desk before him. He didn’t
need to read it to remind himself of what it said, but his gaze skimmed the
words again anyway. At least, those that were currently relevant.
‘The friendship between our families goes back many years. A marital
union twixt MacKellar and Ranald will only serve to strengthen the alliance
we already share. Màiri Beth is a bonny lass. Bright, too. A wee bit
headstrong, like her mother, but a man in her bed should settle her down.
For now, I request only your discretion on this matter. We can discuss
things further after your arrival at Roscraig. May God guide and keep you.’
Lachlan Ranald
“And you’re decided now?” Ewan asked.
“Aye, I believe I am.” Even as he spoke, a familiar worm of doubt
wriggled in his gut. He’d become used to it and ignored it, as usual. “I need
an heir, Ewan, and to obtain one, I’ll need a wife.”
Ewan’s eyes narrowed. “But?”
Irritated by his brother’s apparent insight, Ruaidri shifted again. “But
nothing. I told you. My mind is made up.”
“Aye, bollocks.” Ewan grabbed the chair at the front of Ruaidri’s desk,
swung it around, and straddled it, arms folded atop the back. “You might
have convinced yourself, brother, but you havenae yet convinced me. How
old is this lass?”
“In her eighteenth year.”
“Bonny?”
“So I’ve been told.”
“By Lachlan.” Ewan looked unconvinced as he glanced at the missive.
“So, a biased opinion. It could well be that the lass has a face like a… like
a…”
“Pig’s arse?”
“Aye.”
Ruaidri winced and sat back. “Odd. I had this conversation, or something
like it, once before. ’Twas on the day I left for Dunraven believing I was
going there to wed Elsp…” A sudden dryness came to his throat, and he
reached for the goblet on his desk, silently cursing the slight tremble in his
hand as he took a mouthful of wine.
“Elspeth MacAulay,” Ewan finished.
“Aye.” Ruaidri cleared his throat and set the goblet down. “’Twas one of
the last things Morag said to me before I left. That I deserved a bonny lass,
both in looks and character.”
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