Chapter Twenty-Seven
Grandsire helps them all, even a laddie of two…
Emmalin joined them, John and Ailith in tow. “Seanair, would you like one or the other?”
John raced over toSeanair’s side, laying his head in his grandfather’s lap. The old man arched a brow at Emmalin. “’Tis a new event.”
“He woke up from a dream. He kept repeating the same thought to me. You see what you can make of it.”
She headed into the kitchens, calling for one of the serving lasses. “Porridge and honey for three, please?”
“Seanair, you must find her,” John said, blurry-eyed from tears, his lower lip trembling.
“Find who, laddie?” Grandsire asked, his hand on the lad’s head. He brushed all the dark wild strands back from his eyes.
“Her. She’s my lassie. She needs me. You help her?”
Alick peered at his grandfather, looking for his reaction. The lad must have had a dream that had left a strong memory, something he understood all too well.
“I’ll do whatever I can to help you, John. Tell me all about it.”
Emmalin walked out with two bowls and said, “Porridge and fresh goat’s milk for you, John.”
His eyes lit up and he raced to his mother, his troubles clearly forgotten.
“’Twas easily forgotten,” Alick said.
“Don’t think ’tis forgotten for long. He’ll remember later.”
Perhaps Grandsire was right. He had to admit he’d missed him more than he’d guessed. His wisdom was priceless, his strength beyond measure, but his kindness was truly what made him irreplaceable. No matter what your problem, he’d help you through it.
Even if you were only two years old and missing a lassie.
Epilogue
Alex meets Maddie in a dream…
Alexander Grant woke up from a sound sleep in the middle of the night. He could tell by the imposing silence outside the door of his chamber, meaning the fires were out and all were abed.
But he’d had a dream he could not shake.
Maddie.
His dear wife had come to him in his sleep again. In his dream, they’d been in this very chamber together. She’d approached the side of the bed, and he’d sat up and pulled her to him. Savored the familiar feel of her curves and the soft scent that was only hers.
“Maddie mine,” he’d said, “but I do miss you in my arms every night. My bed is lonely without you there.”
“Alex, you could find another,” she’d told him, something she’d said before in these dreams. “I would not be upset.”
He chuckled and ran his finger down her jawline. “You think anyone could compare? They could not.”
“Do you like my hair golden again?”
“Aye,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. “I had noticed that we look young again.”
His words were rewarded with a smile, but she pulled away slightly when he attempted to draw her closer. “Alex, before you get so distracted that you’ll not hear me, please listen. I came for a reason.”
“Tell me, please.”
