Jesslyn asked Laird Donald. The tower church bells were about to begin chiming and she wanted to stand with her husband, as tradition decreed. Daniel had gone up to his bedchamber a moment before to spend these moments with his wife. “Not after he went to meet you in the store tower, my dear. That was nigh on two hours past. Actually,” he continued sheepishly, “I thought the two of you may have retired for the evening.” “The store tower?” Jesslyn shook her head in confusion. “He didn’t meet me in the store tower, sir.” “Aye, he did. He raced with good speed directly to that place upon learning you’d summoned him. Mayhap he still awaits you, lass.” “And who gave my husband this message, sir?” “‘Twas Callum’s wife, Lara. Did she not relay it right?” Lara! Alarmed, but unwilling to burden the older man with her worries, Jesslyn said only, “I must fly, then, for I fear Bao will be quite displeased with me by now.” Waving a brief farewell, Jesslyn scurried off toward the tower.
