The glen reserved its main efforts for the New Year and Laura looked forward to them with interest.“An entirely pagan conception of festivities,” Julius pointed out, although to Laura’s surprise, he seemed quite prepared to take part in them. He even accompanied the party as it walked across the moor from the lodge to Garvie to “first-foot” the MacKellars and drink Cathie’s homemade wine.Yet, underneath it all, Laura was aware of tension, the watchfulness of a cat that plays with a mouse just long enough to amuse itself. And with that feeling came the sure knowledge that her marriage was crumbling. There was no trust between her and Julius now; only a terrible, soul-destroying suspicion.When she tried to fight against it she was defeated before she started because it was almost impossible to reason with overwhelming jealousy.She would not let herself believe that Julius had tried to kill Blair up there on Suilven. She could not let herself believe it, even though Lance had accused Julius directly.
