Dougall grimaced and glanced at his brother Conran at those bewildered words. After the debacle at Danvries, they had ridden to the village inn for a meal ere starting the long trek home. The conversation there had been focused on who they might sell the mare and stallion too now and to wonder how they would find things at home. Not wanting to shame the sister in her own village, no one had even got near the topic of Danvries and his offer . . . until now as they left Danvries’ land. “Aye,” Dougall acknowledged quietly. “Ye do no’ seem surprised.” “People rarely surprise me anymore,” Dougall said grimly, and then added in a lighter tone, “The only thing that surprises me is that ye were kind enough no’ to discuss it in the village and waited so long to bring up the subject.” “’Twas no’ kindness,” Conran denied quickly. “I just did no’ want to ruin me meal. Was like to give me indigestion.” “Oh, aye, o’ course it was,” Dougall agreed with amusement.
