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The Piper's Lady: The MacLarens, #3
The Piper's Lady: The MacLarens, #3
The Piper's Lady: The MacLarens, #3
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True love binds them. Deceit divides them. Will they choose love?

 

Lady Coira Norwood spent her youth traveling with her grandfather. Now well past the age men prefer when they choose a wife, she has resigned herself to remain a maiden. But everything changes once she arrives at Berwyck Castle. She cannot resist a dashing knight who runs to her rescue, but would he give her a second look?

 

Garrick of Clan MacLaren can hold his own with the trained Knights of Berwyck, but as the clan's piper they would rather he play his instruments to entertain them—or lead them into battle—than to fight with a sword upon the lists. Only when he sees a lady across the training field and his heart sings for the first time does he begin to wish to be something he is not.

 

Will a simple misunderstanding between them threaten what they have found in one another or will they at last let love into their hearts?

This novella was previously released in the Bluestocking Belles boxset, Never Too Late. It has been revised with additional material and an alternative ending. The Piper's Lady is now being released for individual sale.

 

This novella was previously released in the Bluestocking Belles boxset, Never Too Late. It has been revised with additional material and an alternative ending. The Piper's Lady is now being released for individual sale.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 17, 2020
ISBN9781946177551
The Piper's Lady: The MacLarens, #3
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Sherry Ewing

Sherry Ewing picked up her first historical romance when she was a teenager and has been hooked ever since. A bestselling author, she writes historical & time travel romances to awaken the soul one heart at a time. Always wanting to write a novel but busy raising her children, she finally took the plunge in 2008 and wrote her first Regency. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, The Beau Monde & The Bluestocking Belles. Sherry is currently working on her next novel and when not writing, she can be found in the San Francisco area at her day job as an Information Technology Specialist. You can learn more about Sherry and her published work at www.SherryEwing.com

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    The Piper's Lady - Sherry Ewing

    Chapter 1

    Château d'Usson, France

    Winter, the Year of Our Lord’s Grace 1181

    The raspy breathing of the man lying prone upon the bed filled the chamber. Death had been hovering close at hand, ready to claim another soul, and yet still he clung onto life. Even the blizzard outside the chateau’s walls hinted at how little time he had left.

    Coira Norwood sat at her mending near the hearth. For months, she had watched her once vibrant grandfather dwindle into a frail old man. ’Twas hard to observe the knight who had raised her come to such a fate. She had followed him for years to wherever their paths would lead. True, he had told her on more than one occasion ’twas well past time she should wed instead. Still, she could not bear to leave his side, not when he had done so much for her. She had resolved to stay as his companion for however long he graced this earth. Time was no longer on his side.

    The door to her grandfather’s bedchamber unexpectedly opened. Flakes of the flurry pelting the outside world clung to the dark red mantle of the knight who entered. He shook the rest of the snow from his thick, shoulder-length mane of black hair before discarding his cloak and draping it over his arm. Morgan, lately of Berwyck, was like another brother to Coira. He had known her since she was a small child, when she had followed behind him and her older brother, Rolf, begging for their affection. Yet boys would be boys, and in their youth, they had teased her relentlessly. Setting aside such childish spats, she had long since forgiven them both, although she had not seen Morgan for many a year.

    Morgan, she exclaimed, keeping her voice hushed so she did not wake her grandfather. This is such an unexpected surprise. Welcome!

    ’Tis good to see you, Coira, he replied, with a smile she remembered from their youth together.

    She took his mantle, tossing the garment on a nearby chair, before grasping his chilled hands. You are freezing, Morgan. Come, sit by the fire and warm yourself. He leaned down to fondly kiss both her cheeks and followed her to the hearth.

    ’Tis good to at last locate you, Coira, he declared, holding out his hands towards the flames.

    You have traveled far to find us, I see.

    Aye. It has been a difficult journey riddled with misfortune. ’Tis almost a miracle of God I have found you at all.

    She waited for him to tell her more, although her heart already sensed the heavy weight of whatever news he carried. One did not travel all the way from England and the whole length of France in the dead of winter to bear tidings of joy.

    I should see to having a meal prepared for you. You must be famished. She ran her shaking hands down the length of her gown as she jumped up to see about his meal. But Morgan had other plans. He halted her progress to the door by grabbing her wrist.

    That is not of import right now, Coira. He hesitated and nodded towards the bed. How is he?

    She followed his gaze and shook her head. Stubborn as always and wishing to be home instead of abusing the good graces of a distant cousin. He has been ill for a while now. I have been afraid to have him travel in his current condition. Considering how long it would take to reach home now that winter has set in, I am not certain he would survive the journey. To be honest, I am surprised he has lasted this long.

    Morgan gave a heavy sigh. Then I fear the news I bear will not do you, nor him, any good. I was tasked to find you almost a year ago but met every possible obstacle on my way. I did not expect you to be traveling this far south and had just about given up hope of ever reaching you.

    Aye, we are a long way from home, Morgan. My grandfather seemed to be on a sort of pilgrimage… his words, not mine. He wished to see all the places of his youth before he departed this earth. I could hardly let him travel so far without me.

    He gave a small smile. That sounds just as I remember him. I have always admired the man’s youthful stamina.

    Coira gave a quiet chuckle. You should tell him so. ’Twill bring him joy to hear such words from someone he cares so much about. But you did not come all this way for idle conversation. What is your news? Is it Rolf? What has my handsome brother been up to near the wilds of Scotland? Her teasing manner was forced. Better to make light of the situation whilst she could, for her heart whispered she would not like where this conversation would eventually lead.

    Movement upon the bed had them both waiting to see if her grandfather had awoken.

    Coira, who… is here with you, child? her grandfather forced out. They went to the bedside. Morgan helped the fragile man to a sitting position. Morgan… dear boy— he began before coughing stole his breath. After several minutes he was at last able to speak. Are you really here with us, or are you but a figment of my imagination?

    Grandfather, he is hardly a boy any longer, just as I am no longer a mere child, Coira muttered, embarrassment flushing her face. At the age of a score and ten, her youth was long past.

    Aye. I am here on a most serious matter, Morgan replied, taking hold of the man’s hand before turning his gaze upon Coira. Sir Walter has earned the right to call me anything he so wishes, is this not so, sir?

    Grandfather squeezed each of their hands before closing his eyes. A tear slid down his cheek. I was dreaming… of Rolf. It has been so long since I have seen him. In my dreams, he gives this old man comfort, telling me stories of his exploits with the Devil’s Dragon of Blackmore.

    Lord Dristan is now at Berwyck, Sir Walter, and has resided there for many a year. He is married with two children now.

    Married? I can hardly believe such drivel, Grandfather declared, as though his strength returned to him with the mere mention of Rolf’s liege lord. The Devil’s Dragon? Settled? Surely you jest with me.

    I would not dare, sir, Morgan replied, hiding a smirk.

    The old man’s eyes opened. And Rolf?

    Coira gazed upon Morgan and watched his face fall. She knew what his next words would be. ’Tis why you are here, is it not? To give us word about my brother?

    Aye, but ’tis not news you will wish to hear.

    No! Do not tell me my brother is gone from this world, I beg of you, she cried out.

    "More than anything, I wish I could give you news

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