For a moment, all Aulay could do was stare as his mind tried to make sense of this morning’s events . . . and then it occurred to him that Jetta was wearing a different gown. It was the same gown he’d helped her don in this room and at the loch this morning, but not the gown she’d been wearing in Niels’s room, he realized. That one had been silver. Jetta also didn’t quite fill out her dress as well as the other Jetta had filled out the silver dress. That Jetta’s clothes had fit snugly, this one’s did not.
