Broc said, leading Elizabet along the moorland. It was early yet and he knew Piers and his men would be put off the search until the fire was well under control and they could better determined how it had begun. It bought him a small reprieve, and where he was taking her, there wasn’t much chance they would be discovered anyway. He wanted to share something with Elizabet that he had never shared with another human being—not even his cousin Cameron. Very near where he had buried his dog Merry, he had erected a cairn for his family—and upon it he had carved their names, marked with the year they had perished. Though their bones rested leagues away, this was his private monument to a life he had abandoned and a people whose line would perish with his own death… unless he brought into the world a son. In this craggy country, there were countless cairns dotting the landscape, but most had not been built by the hands of seven-year old boy. “Where are we going?” she asked. Harpy barked at their heels.
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