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slipped out the door, leaving them to discuss their business in peace.

CHAPTER 5
     
    "Are you sure you're quite ready for this, Mr. Holme?" I asked for the third time as our horses walked along slowly side by side, away from the castle. I knew that I was being overly cautious, but I couldn't help but watch his expression for any sign of pain or discomfort.
    "Aye, Glenna, dinna fash yourself. I'm feeling stronger than I look, I promise ye that," he reassured me.
    It was a beautiful summer day, and after a week of forced bed rest, Mr. Holme had been quite insistent about his need to get out of the castle for a bit of fresh air. My suggestion of a short walk around just outside the keep had been thoroughly and emphatically dashed, with him preferring to go for a ride instead.
    I couldn't help but feel like his request was dubious at best. While the bruising on his face and ribs were fading, they still looked painfully sore. From the first day Mr. Holme had been brought to the castle I had felt responsible for him, and I didn't want to do anything that would slow the progress of his healing.
    I had given his description of the attack and his assailants to Alastair, who had then added it to his ever-growing collection of clan responsibilities. Alastair had confided in me that the chances of finding the men who had done this were very slim, as they could have moved out of the area immediately.
    With everything that had been going on, I was furious about the lack of justice I was seeing. Was everyone to get away with their unspeakable crimes, sneaking off like cowards under the cover of night? In the past few months I had seen more ugliness in the world that I ever had in my entire life. I had never considered myself overly sheltered or protected from the realities of life. But these days, my life before my uncle Dougal had betrayed me seemed to be a long stretch of sweetness and ignorance.
    At least my uncle had paid for his crimes in the end. Even if it had been with his life.
    Mr. Holme and I rode until we reached a wide, clear expanse of the glen.
    "This is a beautiful area," he remarked, looking out over the gently sloping hills.
    "The Gordon lands have always filled my heart, but when I first came to Glen Lyon I didn't think I had ever seen a place so beautiful as this," I said with a wistful sigh.
    "Would ye like to stop here for a while?" he asked. "It's a lovely enough spot for our lunch."
    "You're right," I agreed with a nod. "This is perfect."
    We climbed down from the horses,  Mr. Holme moving with some stiffness, and unpacked the saddlebags. Together we spread out the extra plaid we had brought along to act as a blanket and unpacked the food we had packed.
    As we arranged ourselves on the ground, I spread out the light fare of cold meats, cheeses and bread around us before revealing the bottle of wine.
    "What's this, then?" he asked with a smile.
    "I thought to bring it along so that we could celebrate," I told him.
    "And just what is it we're celebrating on this fine afternoon, Miss Gordon?"
    "Your health, of course. If that doesn't deserve celebrating, I don't know what does."
    "You've a kind heart, Miss Gordon. I couldn't have been placed in better hands."
    I could feel the warmth creeping up my neck at his flattery. "I didn't do much for you, truly."
    "Ye kept me company and eased my pain. Ye took me in and watched over me." He reached out and took one of my hands in his. His eyes were riveted on mine and his gaze was intense, as if pleading with me to accept the sincerity of his words. "I am grateful to ye, Miss Gordon, for all that you've done."
    "You're very welcome, Mr. Holme," I said softly, touched by his heartfelt declaration. "I'm glad that I've been able to be of some comfort you."
    "It would please me greatly if ye were to call me Camden."
    "I would like that as well. And you may call me Glenna."
    He leaned in closer with a wide smile on his face. "I've been wanting to call you Glenna for days. You've a