![]() ![]() Regan would then go to a convent on the west coast of Scotland to devote her life to God. The priest told her that Gruoch would be Ian Ferguson’s wife as soon as her womanly flow began. They could have said anything and Sorcha would have known no different for she could neither read nor write. The betrothal contracts, drawn up by the Fergusons, had been signed then in the presence of a priest. In the spring after her MacDuff daughters had been born, Alasdair Ferguson had returned to Ben MacDui. ![]() Sorcha could not help but admire her secondborn twin. The girl had his daring, and was brave to the point of foolishness. Regan had grown to be much like her father, Torcull, of sainted memory. For Gruoch’s twin, Regan, she allowed a small bit of affection. Her mother love, at least that which she possessed, was for Gruoch MacDuff, her firstborn. Six little bastards, and a seventh in her fertile womb. Sorcha MacDuff, seated at the high board, gazed down upon her numerous offspring tumbling about the room. The little hall at Ben MacDui was blue with smoke, for the chimney drew poorly. ![]()
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