Macoran went back down the stairs, poured himself a goblet of wine and sat down at the table. "What mud I have made of everything."
*
Agnes was furious and slammed her door. For years she hoped Macoran would set her aside and at last she had the perfect way to accomplish it. How she would love to shout the news about Kannak from the highest window for all the world to hear and force him to set her aside. But after her mother passed, her father caught his young bride with another man and killed them both. Then he let it be known adultery was not to be tolerated by anyone in his family…not now and not ever.
How very cruel life had been to her. And now Agnes could not even go home for a visit. It was slow in coming but finally, she thought of something…poison. But where was she to get it? She had no one to trust, not among the Macorans. Perhaps if she were pleasant and if she could keep her sons out of trouble, Macoran would change his mind and let her visit her aging father. Aye, there was plenty of poison to be had at the Brodie hold.