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miss your children?” he queried her. “My brothers and my sisters hae given you grandchildren, too, Mother.”
    “And all have at one time or another come to Naples with their families to see me,” she responded. “They do not need me, either, Jemmie. A woman raises her bairns, and then no matter how much she loves them, she must let them go on to live their own lives. A mother and father are like the sun around which their children move. Then one day it all changes. The bairns are grown, and become like the sun themselves, which means the parents must take a lesser position in their lives. There is no tragedy in this, for a mother wants her bairns to flourish and lead their own lives. They go on, and we go on . I loved all my bairns, but you were not my only life.
    “Soon Jasmine’s three eldest will be ready to leave the loving nest you and she have built for them. You must let them go, Jemmie, as I let you, and your brothers, and sisters go. And you must let me go, my son. While you may not realize it, you did so years ago when I left Scotland, and you became head of the Leslies of Glenkirk. Seeing me after so long a time has but made you nostalgic.”
    “I dinna realize how much I hae missed you, Mother, until now,” James Leslie said. “Will you nae return to Scotland ever?”
    “You know I will never leave him,” she replied.
    “He would like it if he were buried in the soil of his native land,” the duke of Glenkirk said slowly. Then he chuckled. “I’ll wager he was awaiting Cousin Jamie at heaven’s gate, and Queen Anne with him. She always liked Bothwell, Mother, didn’t she?”
    Cat nodded. “All the women liked Francis,” she recalled with a small smile, “but if he were awaiting Jamie at heaven’s gate, surely the king thought he had been sent in the opposite direction from which he anticipated, although seeing his Annie might have reassured him.” She laughed, and then grew pensive again. “Aye, he would like to have been laid to rest in his native land, Jemmie.”
    “Do you think he would object to being planted in Leslie soil?” the duke inquired of his mother.
    “On the grounds of the old abbey,” Cat said softly. “Could you, Jemmie?”
    “Did we nae once hoax the royal Stuarts, Mother?” the duke answered her. “You and I together?”
    “You would not think it disloyal to your father’s memory?”
    “My father is nae buried at Glenkirk,” the duke said. His mother did not know it, of course, for she had been gone from Scotland, but the duke’s father, the fifth earl of Glenkirk, had not been lost at sea as had been reported, before the king ordered him declared dead. Actually, he had been captured by the Spanish, and gone exploring with them in the New World, where he had made himself a new life.
    The duke had learned of it almost twenty-five years ago when his father appeared suddenly at Glenkirk to make amends for his long absence. He was extremely relieved to learn he might go on with his new life, and return to the young woman who awaited him in a place called St. Augustine. James Leslie had never seen his father again, although every few years a missive would arrive filled with news of his adventures, and the half-siblings his new wife had borne him. “My father was a good Scotsman, Mother, and if it had been possible, he would have been buried at Glenkirk himself. I dinna believe he would object to you and Bothwell being there. He owes you that much,” the duke said meaningfully, and then, “Besides, who will know it but us?”
    “Then one day we shall come home to Scotland together, he and I,” Lady Stewart-Hepburn said, and suddenly her eyes were filled with tears, which slid down her beautiful face even as she attempted to prevent them. “Ahhh,” she said softly, “we had such grand times, he and I, as we rode beneath the border moon.” Then, catching hold of her emotions, she said, “We will travel in a single coffin. That way there will be no