“I thought—well, it doesna matter what I thought, but I went. And asked him, would he mind my wife, and the wee lad.” He drew a deep breath, let it slowly out. “And he did.” “I see,” I said very quietly. He turned his head sharply at the tone of my voice, gray eyes piercing. “It was not his fault! Mona was a witch—an enchantress.”
Illegitimate daughter, then.
