Highland Fire
Chapter One
Northwest Coast of Scotland-August 1400
"Come, lass, surely my flattery deserves at least a wee
smile."
Moira stole a glance at the man speaking to her. He had
been watching her since she had boarded the ship three
days before. Crooked Annie, her sharp tongued watchdog,
had grumbled about the man and sternly warned Moira to
avoid him. That was not easy to do on such a small ship.
He made her uneasy. His black hair was heavily streaked
with gray, and his middle was very thick, causing his doublet
to fit oddly. His black beard was straggly, and he wore
his hat so low she could not really see his eyes.
Everything about him indicated an aging, somewhat unclean
man, yet she noticed a few things that sharply contradicted
that image. The tight sleeves of his elegant black
doublet revealed strong, slender arms. His equally black
hose fit snugly over long, well-shaped legs. His voice was
deep and rich, the voice of a vibrant young man. He moved
with a lithe grace that belied his apparent age and overfed
condition. Then he smiled at her, and Moira was convinced
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