It seemed that Erik not only heard the voice of the spriggan but that of his father, as well.Perhaps it was not so surprising that both fairy and father so vehemently agreed. * * * Darg appeared to have considerable influence with the weather. The winds changed as soon as Rosamunde struck her wager with the spriggan, and the ship was fairly driven back toward Scotland’s coast. They drew near the coast near the Firth of Forth and the entire crew cheered as one. The ship was turned north with many hands lending their weight to the rudder. They made uncommon speed and Vivienne knew that soon Erik would see his home again. He took to standing at the rail, pointing out this landmark and another to Ruari, his excitement a tangible thing.Erik did not so much as glance her way, though Vivienne awakened more than once in the night in the ship’s hold to find his heat beside her. He did not touch her, much less caress her, but the bite of the wind was cold and Vivienne was glad of his heat.She hoped she might gain more from him in time.
