In Taming the Wild Highlander, Edana has a different kind of gift. I have always loved folklore from around the world, the mysticism, the way the unknown was explained, the superstition, seers, the fae and much more, in Scotland, the Netherlands, Ireland, Greece, Rome, and many places all over the world in these early times, which were filled with this magical quality. So some stories have some paranormal in them. This is one of them. Excerpt from: Taming the Wild Highlander, book 4 by Terry Spear: We are looking for a lass by the name of Edana, the same man said. We wish to speak to you and learn if you know anything of her whereabouts. They knew her. Theyd come for her. They did not wish to talk. They meant to turn her over to her father. Who were they? No one from her own clan. At least she did not recognize the man as someone from her clan. Nay! she said. Go away. The woman you seek isna here. She made her voice sound much older, gruffer, scarier. They would not think she was Edana. Then she realized her mistake at once. They had not believed she was here. They had only wished to learn if the occupant of the shieling had seen her. *** Recognizing the womans voice, no matter how much she tried to disguise it, Angus shook his head at Niall and Gunnolf as they waited for him to decide how to handle the wildcat locked in the shieling. They didnt know who the shieling belonged to, but no one would take a horse into it unless she was a madwoman, or a lass who was trying to protect her mount. Gods knees, he didnt know how he was going to get her to open up so he could speak with her. He stared at the door, sure she stared right back at it from the other side. He couldnt believe shed moved her horse into the shieling! He tried to reassure her first that they were friends, not foe. Tis Angus MacNeill, my cousin, Niall, and friend, Gunnolf. Do you remember us? We have been friends of your familys clan forever. We wish you no harm. Let us in so we may speak. Nay, tis the middle of the night. I am sleeping. Go away. This time she didnt bother to use her old womans voice, which didnt serve to deceive him in the least anyway. You are no talking in your sleep. Open up. She didnt respond. I dinna want to ruin a good door, but I will if it means getting out of this cold, wet weather to speak with you. She still didnt say anything. He knew she hadnt returned to her pallet to sleep. Instead, she was waiting, tense, worried, wondering what he would do next. He wasnt sure. He wasnt going to tear down the door unless he had to. Gunnolf and Niall moved the horses into the byre and were wiping them down as Angus continued to stand in the thick chilly mist. We are no leaving. So you can let me in now or later, but we are no going— You are planning a siege? Of a shieling? He heard Niall and Gunnolf chuckle in the byre. He couldnt help but smile himself. Is this how you train for grander glory? she asked, as if getting her second wind. His cousin and friend laughed. Though Angus couldnt help being somewhat amused, the night was late and he was cold and wet and tired. He folded his arms and glowered at the door, wondering if the lass would have matched wits with him when they were young. Again, he regretted not having spoken to her back then. No one need lay siege to a castle when the treasure lies within a shieling just waiting to be plucked. That shut her up. He certainly didnt mean that he saw her as a treasure. More that someone in her clan would. Her father at the very least. Not that Angus didnt find the lass intriguing and bonny. But at this very moment, he saw her as the wildcat of his youth. Even Niall and Gunnolf remained silent as they waited for her response. Angus? she said very sweetly. Finally. He hadnt thought shed respond, but she still wasnt moving the furniture that had to be blocking the door, if that was the cause of the noise theyd heard emanating from the shieling upon their approach. Aye? he said. You have come to the wrong shieling. His friends laughed. Open up, Edana, he said, louder this time, demanding. Hed ridden far too long in bad weather, worried sick about her, to put up with any games she might wish to play. She didnt open the door. Of course. She was a wildcat and witch all in one. Angus called out, Gunnolf, ride to her das castle. Tell him we have found the lass if they want to come and get her. This would be in her fathers hands then. Her father could break down the shieling door, toss the lass on a horse, and take her home where he could lock her in a tower room. Anguss job—locate the lass and protect her—would be done. Ja, Gunnolf said, and led his own horse out of the byre. Angus was certain shed open the door to the shieling. But if she didnt, his plan would proceed. Gunnolf mounted his horse, the leather creaking as he seated himself. He waited for Anguss signal to ride off. Niall watched them, waiting to see what happened also. When she didnt open the door, Angus said, Make haste, Gunnolf. At least you will have a warmer place to bed down the rest of the night while her father sends men to come for the lass. amazon/gp/product/B00BYDNMBQ/
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