Uncle Ewan!" Maisie's small voice called through the hallway. "Nanny fell down!" "Nanny twisted her ankle!" a second voice- either Thomas or Duncan- chimed in, before a third added "It wasn't our fault!" Ewan and his wife stepped out into the hall. “Uncle Ewan!" Maisie said, running forward and tugging her uncle's hand impatiently. "Nanny got hurt!" Ewan looked toward her sister, who confirmed the children's story. "She took a tumble over a branch in the orchard." Ewan frowned, "Nothing serious, I hope?" His sister shook her auburn curls, "No- only a twisted ankle, but-" her voice trailed off as someone knocked on the door. Muira opened it to admit the nanny- held in the very cabable arms of horse groom. Cait could barely stifle a giggle when she took in the girl's flushed appearance, recognizing the look immediately. The horse master of the farm had never appealed to her personally, but she had seen the ladies blush and giggle at him in town.
