Page 115 of Highland Queen

“But why are you wearing them?” Fleance asked again.

“My hands are…bespelled. The gloves contain the curse.”

Both boys stared at me, their eyes wide.

“I’m not in any danger, I swear,” I told them.

Frowning, Lulach looked back at the fire.

“As long as you’re not hurt,” Fleance said.

“I’m not hurt,” I reassured him.

“But you should get some rest,” he told me.

“Yes, you’re right. Hopefully Balor lets you stay for a time.”

“A fortnight,” Lulach told me.

“Do you wish to continue on with him?” I asked Lulach. I wasn’t sure what Lulach would make of the holy life, but I could see that it suited him as it had suited me.

“Yes. I hope you will permit me.”

I nodded. “Of course. My father, Boite, once studied amongst the holy brothers.”

At that, Lulach smiled. “Thank you, Mother.”

“And you, Fleance? Will you stay in Lochaber?”

Fleance laughed. “Only if father makes me.”

“That is unlikely.”

Grinning, Fleance looked at Lulach. “Then we’re for the road once more.”

Lulach returned his smile.

Shaking my head, I rose. “Goodnight, my dears,” I said then left, my heart brimming with joy.

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