The main room was empty, its square bulk emphasized by the symmetrical placing of several tables across from the front door. Four benches sat in front of the fireplace. A large skull hung above the mantle, the antlers attesting to the great size of the animal. Thin tapestries covered the white washed walls, and a fine rug covered the slate stone floor beneath the seats at the fireplace. “It is not much,” Donald Mackay said quietly. “You’ve probably seen better.” Mary turned to face her new father-in-law. “Aye, but they do not have the warmth yer keep holds.” Donald lifted a brow and then waved her to a bench. “Sit. Would you care for something to eat?” Mary nodded and he stepped away near a side door to speak to a servant. He returned to Mary and sat next to her. “They’ll be along with something shortly.” “Where is Nicholas?” She had expected him to return long ago, but he had not. “Once returned, it is hard not to visit all those places one treasured as a child,” Donald replied with a smile. “Nor avoid all those who wish to see him and say hello.”
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