Roslin Castle, Miss Gordon of Gight

Alasdair Fraser & Tony McManus – Roslin Castle, Miss Gordon of Gight from Return to Kintail (1999) /celtic/
((The wind billowed out before him, throwing the long green weeds so they bent against the ground. He knelt on the wet, rich soil; the sturdy iron sword biting downward into the ground, the cross of its hilt dark against the setting sun. Not thirty feet past his weary brow, the meadow dropped off into a bluff that hung over the shining sea that rolled against bitter the rocks. His back to the high even walls of stone that rose from the earth and enclosed his home. It was cold there, but colder here. He grasped a patterned fabric of her dress and knotted it to the blade’s leathered handle. Then stood and turned numbly away. The tears that wet his eyes endless like the sea below and all around him.))