![]() "Fiona, lass," Father MacCanney said in an exasperated voice, "he's not fit to be a groom!" But this marriage was necessary if she wished to keep her brothers safe from their own foolish tempers. And thereby lose her freedom, her carefully planned future, and perhaps even a bit of her heart. "Yes you can, Father," Fiona said in her calmest voice, her hands fiercely fisted in the strings of her reticule.Ĭome hell or high water, she was about to end the longest, most drawn-out, and most foolish feud in all Scotland. The heavyset priest looked uncertainly from Fiona to the groom and then back. "Father MacCanney, we've come to be married." Old Woman Nora of Loch Lomond to her three wee granddaughters one cold nightįiona MacLean forced herself to smile. Yer own pa says he'd rather be bit by a sheep than dicker with a MacLean. Shrewd they are 'tis rare they come out on the bottom side of any bargain. 'Tis a pity they know their own worth, fer it makes 'em difficult to bargain with. ![]() ![]() The MacLeans are an ancient family, long of grace and fair of face. ![]()
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