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“Arash died in his sleep last night, father,” a mild voice echoed in the void, the rich accent dripped into the darkness. “Have his assistant take up his position then, son,” a lower, scratchy voice snipped at the other. “Bahman was mortally wounded falling from a cliff not four nights past in reaching his family’s…
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“Seonaid! She’s beautiful!” Fearchar strolled in through the door with pride. His wife raised a skeptical eyebrow. Eoin snorted at the man’s enthrallment. “Have you finally taken up with Anna down the way?” she teased. “No one will ever replace you.” Fearchar reached for her, spinning her in the tight space until her skirts ballooned…
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The sun seeped through the seams of the shuttered window and door as Eoin awoke the next morning. He lazily observed the sleeping couple wrapped around each other. Drifting to the realization he had taken them into his dreams and memories, he glanced about the space, free of the peripheral blinders he had worn for…
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He had considered more than once her suggestion to find employment at a big house. Then he was reminded of his impediment at every turn. It would never work. Miles passed under foot as he left the highlands and the low lands. It took him four weeks to walk and catch carts from the Hebrides…
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The inn door hinges creaked, drawing their attention to the shaft of light brightening the dim room. Fearchar sucked in his breath. “Get tae…plague…”
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The winds blow across Old Man Storr. The mists settle about the lochs. Clouds trail across the high reaches. In the highlands, I am at home again. — in the year of our Lord 1692 At the end of his date, the dark bloom of ink sent the man in the deep red leather cloak…
Chapel Orahamm 