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Название: The Magic Ring of Brodgar

Автор: Кейтлин Эмилия Новак

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СКАЧАТЬ anxious and thought only, will he come tonight? Every day of her life had become one continuous wait. Every few minutes, she looked at the hill in hopes of seeing him, but in vain – Derek did not appear that evening. Only at dawn did the girl finally fall asleep.

* * *

      All morning Megan was tormented by theories as to why he hadn’t come. Perhaps he decided not to appear in her life at all anymore? She was suffering, not knowing how to pass the time until the evening. Assessing her own state of mind, she found it highly disturbing. The girl justified her restlessness and confusion by the lack of activities here; she was used to the busy schedule and dynamic life of a metropolis. The first half of the day was drowned in idleness.

      When Megan came down for lunch, her relatives were already waiting for her.

      “Warren, I keep forgetting to ask, what does the tree and sword on the family crest mean?” she inquired.

      “The tree is a Celtic symbol of life. The meaning is that the McKenzies are firmly grounded, having set their roots, and the sword is nothing other than a symbol of bravery and valor of the clan's members.”

      “And why do the Drummonds have a raven on their coat of arms? What does that signify?”

      “According to one legend, the founder of the Drummond clan was a tall, thin, dark-haired man. He dressed in black and probably resembled a raven. Members of his family were nicknamed The Ravens by the people. They were all dark-haired. After some time, he decided that this bird would be on his clan's crest. But don't be afraid, Megan. They were not warlocks and had no association with magic. The Drummonds were honorable people, just like the McKenzies, and there was never any conflict between our families.”

      “Thank you, Warren. I've learned so much these days, it's incredible. By the way, I really wanted to visit the neighboring islands. Can we go on a tour there? I can't wait to see them,” Megan asked with genuine interest.

      “If you like, we can go there tomorrow.”

      “That would be great.”

      The girl sighed with relief, finding a way to spend another day.

      “Megan, tonight our family plans to have dinner at one of our favorite restaurants in town. Will you join us?” asked Warren.

      “With pleasure.”

      After lunch, the girl headed to the library she had discovered a few days ago while roaming around the castle, and continued to explore the vast rows of ancient books. Reading was one of her most favorite hobbies. Moreover, just as in Castle Raven, she found a book of Scottish tales and legends on a shelf and reached for the thick, old, ancient volume with remnants of a greenish image on the cover.

      She binge-read stories about the mysteries of Scottish castles, about the blood shed within them, and the bodiless spirits forever locked within these stone walls. Here, she also learned that many Scottish families had their own spirits or house ghosts. She became so engrossed in the history and her own thoughts about it that she didn't notice how quickly the time had passed.

      10. What Is Love?

      The restaurant chosen for dinner specialized in game dishes, and its interior was largely adorned with hunting trophies.

      “This is the best place in town. Malcolm and I used to come here often for freshly brewed ale and delicious meat,” Alaric recalled, smiling as he remembered the good old times.

      “You won't find better game preparation anywhere else,” Duncan added.

      “You praise the local cuisine so much that I can’t wait to try everything,” Megan laughed.

      Ordering various dishes of wild boar, venison, duck, hare, they drank ale and enjoyed the food. The conversation throughout the evening revolved around the factories; they also discussed the latest local news. Megan didn't wait for the planned family meeting to announce her decision and share her plans, which she had previously discussed with Warren.

      Alaric was pleased with this turn of events, saying, “I think you made the right decision. It's quite hard to split your time between two cities and manage two enterprises. Warren is a worthy candidate and will handle the business well. You are a member of our family. This is your home, and you are welcome here anytime. We will always be happy to see you.”

      “I completely agree,” Duncan chimed in approvingly.

      At that moment, a man in his thirties approached their table: tall, broad-shouldered, with light hair and green eyes. The McKenzie men warmly greeted him – he turned out to be an old friend of Warren's. Without much thought, Alaric invited him to join them at the table.

      “Craig, I'd like to introduce you to my cousin Megan. She's Malcolm's granddaughter. She came to take care of her inheritance and decide its fate,” Warren explained.

      “Nice to meet you,” Craig said, looking at her with an admiring smile, extending his strong firm arm for a handshake.

      Megan found the highlander quite attractive. It seemed that the feeling was mutual because throughout the evening, almost all his attention was directed at her. Craig clearly wanted to learn as much about the girl as possible, and she happily engaged in conversation, enjoying the company of the young man and her family members.

      “Craig, what do you do for a living?” she inquired.

      “I work for one of the local shipping companies.”

      “Tomorrow we're using one of your ferries to get to the island,” Warren said.

      “Really? What are you heading there for?”

      “We're going to sacrifice Megan on the altar of the druids,” joked the younger cousin.

      “Thanks, Duncan. At least I know the real purpose of our journey now,” Megan laughed.

      “If you don't mind, I’d like to come along,” the young man said, looking hopefully at the girl.

      “Of course, you’re welcome to join us. Megan, you don't mind, do you?” Duncan asked.

      “Of course not.”

      “What time will you be at the dock tomorrow morning?” he asked Warren.

      “I think we'll arrive by eleven thirty.”

      “Well, Megan, prepare yourself! You're in for an unforgettable experience, since it will be conducted by true local highlanders,” Craig said with a proud smile.

      “I’m looking forward to it,” she replied cheerfully.

      After dinner, everyone said their goodbyes, and went their separate ways. On the drive home, Warren said, “Megan, in just one evening, you've charmed my friend. I've known him for a long time, and he's already smitten with you.”

      “Is he always so quick to fall in love?” she laughed.

      “No, quite the opposite! I can't remember the last time he was so enchanted by a woman. Since Craig decided to join us tomorrow, it means he wants to get to know you better.”

      “Did you like him? He's quite interesting and handsome, isn't he?” Glenn chattered.

      “Glenn!” Warren protested.

      “What did I say? I СКАЧАТЬ