It was almost exactly what they’d been doing the day before. The only difference now was she’d had a pair of remarkably tasty meals and a good night’s sleep. She wasn’t sure what Acair had had. He’d returned from the gathering chamber the night before in a foul mood. If he’d been a horse, she would have put him in his stall and left him to sort himself on his own. Since that had seemed a rather useful idea, she’d put herself to bed and left Acair to work through whatever was troubling him. His mood hadn’t improved much after breakfast, but she supposed she couldn’t blame him. He was obviously concerned about something and she suspected she knew what it was. As much as she tried, she couldn’t forget the sight of those two things hovering over him . . . how long had it been? Two nights ago? She thought it might have been no longer than that, but that night plus the journey to Beinn òrain, then a very uneasy sleep the night before—it was all a bit of a blur.
