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seasickness before it even set sail. Archie, there that day to see his kin on their way, had insisted he stay behind. Duncan had been disappointed. He had wanted to travel. At seven years of age, it would have been his first trip so far from home—and his last.
    Being the last of Archibald’s direct line, Duncan had been coddled thereafter, and so overprotected, he often felt stifled by Archie’s concern. He couldn’t blame the old man, though. It couldn’t be easy, outliving all your children. And Duncan was his only grandchild.
    Two of Archibald’s other sons had been married before they died, but three pregnancies between them had gone bad, so the two wives, both being childless, had returned to their parents when their husbands died. The last son had become a priest. It was falling off the roof of his kirk when he’d been repairing it that had taken his life.
    Archie had experienced much tragedy in his life. Duncan had as well, having known all but one of his uncles. It was amazing, though, that Archibald wasn’t a bitter old man. He wasn’t even that old, though he was certainly referred to as the “auld” man by one and all. But he’dmarried young himself, and his four sons had each been born on the heels of the other, in the four years following his marriage. His wife likely would have given him many more children if she hadn’t herself died giving birth to the last.
    He’d never remarried, though he certainly could have, and still could. He was only sixty-two this year. Most of his red hair was still red, if somewhat faded, the gray at his temples and in his beard giving him a distinguished look, or it did when he took the time to fancy himself up. Having retired, though, when he turned over his many concerns to Duncan, he rarely left home these days, and at home he was usually a bit on the unkempt side.
    Having no one to impress other than the cook, whom he’d kept up a long-standing flirtation with, and who, unfortunately, never took him seriously, Archie could often still be found in his bedclothes in the middle of the day.
    Today he was fully dressed, combed, and scrubbed, and he wasn’t looking too pleased when Duncan joined him in the kitchen. So he’d been told of the solicitor’s arrival. Good. It allowed Duncan to get right to the point of his own concern the moment he sat down.
    “Why did you no’ tell me, Archie?”
    Archibald grimaced, and not because Duncan used his first name. That wasn’t a matter of disrespect, but as he would have it. And he didn’t try to evade the question by pretending he didn’t know what Duncan was talking about.
    “Because I didna want ye dividing yer loyalties afore ye needed tae.”
    “What dividing? My loyalty is here and will always be here.”
    Archie smiled at that, looking rather smug for a moment. But then he sighed.
    “Ye hae tae ken how it was, laddie. My Donald was fair smitten by yer muther. There was nothing for it but that he hae her, despite her being English. But she was a young lassie, no’ even eighteen yet. And her da was no’ happy that she had her heart set on Donald as well. Nor did he want her living sae far from home. He refused tae let them marry. For nigh a year he refused. But he loved his daughter, and couldna help but see she was dying o’ heartbreak. Sae he compromised. He demanded Donald’s heir,
my
heir, be sent tae him at his—yer—majority. If she’d promise that, then she could marry Donald.”
    “I ken why the promise was made, I dinna ken why I’m the last tae know aboot it.”
    “Tae be honest, lad, I’d been hoping that auld bastard would die long afore now, and his solicitors wouldna know aboot ye. Surely he mun have some other kin somewhere, that they could’ve been finding tae give his damn title tae. But nay, he’s going tae bluidy well outlive us all.”
    The last was said in such disgust, Duncan might have laughed if he weren’t at the center of this dilemma. And he hadn’t heard yet what