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She feared what his response might be, but she could not bring herself to wed him without being totally honest about her family history. She did not expect him to reach out to her and hold her to him.
“Ach Anna. Dinnae worry. “
Even at a time like this, she found she loved his Scottish brogue.
”That was then - this is now. You are a good woman. I can understand your fears, and together we will confront them. God will show us the way.””
She stood with him unaware of the creases in her gown, her eyes all on Douglas as he continued.
“I will love you no less, if you bear me a daughter than a son, or even no children at all.
It is you I love. I would happily grow old beside you & only you. We shall learn & grow together.”
The intensity of his emotion, the certainly with which he spoke of love for her amazed her.
“If we are blessed enough to enjoy the sound of a child’s laughter at the hearth, then so much the better. If not, then the Lord has other plans for us. He shall reveal our purpose in time - have faith!”
She smiled then at his encouragement. ... have faith ...
Even in tragedy, it seemed there was some higher plan working it’s way out
“Come, ride with me - the rest of our lives awaits us!”
She actually laughed at his invitation!
The world was in turmoil, her father dead, her fears newly expressed and yet within it all was the surety of their union.
It took but little time to refresh herself, brush out her hair and eat a quick breakfast.
She did her best with the gown, but concluded that the creases would soon fall out as she rode.
It was less than an hour later that the small group rode out following the band of Scots who preceeded them.
Though Anna felt a pang on knowing she would most likely not see England again and that there was no rite she could attend to commend her father’s spirit to God, she determined to put this to rights when she next found an appropriate church where a petition for an English man, an enemy might be accepted.
Though saddened by her loss, she could not help but dwell on the words Douglas had spoken to her that morning, marveling at how readily he could declare love for her and knowing that she would have no difficulty in falling in love with this man with whom she had shared so much in such a short time ...
“Ach Anna. Dinnae worry. “
Even at a time like this, she found she loved his Scottish brogue.
”That was then - this is now. You are a good woman. I can understand your fears, and together we will confront them. God will show us the way.””
She stood with him unaware of the creases in her gown, her eyes all on Douglas as he continued.
“I will love you no less, if you bear me a daughter than a son, or even no children at all.
It is you I love. I would happily grow old beside you & only you. We shall learn & grow together.”
The intensity of his emotion, the certainly with which he spoke of love for her amazed her.
“If we are blessed enough to enjoy the sound of a child’s laughter at the hearth, then so much the better. If not, then the Lord has other plans for us. He shall reveal our purpose in time - have faith!”
She smiled then at his encouragement. ... have faith ...
Even in tragedy, it seemed there was some higher plan working it’s way out
“Come, ride with me - the rest of our lives awaits us!”
She actually laughed at his invitation!
The world was in turmoil, her father dead, her fears newly expressed and yet within it all was the surety of their union.
It took but little time to refresh herself, brush out her hair and eat a quick breakfast.
She did her best with the gown, but concluded that the creases would soon fall out as she rode.
It was less than an hour later that the small group rode out following the band of Scots who preceeded them.
Though Anna felt a pang on knowing she would most likely not see England again and that there was no rite she could attend to commend her father’s spirit to God, she determined to put this to rights when she next found an appropriate church where a petition for an English man, an enemy might be accepted.
Though saddened by her loss, she could not help but dwell on the words Douglas had spoken to her that morning, marveling at how readily he could declare love for her and knowing that she would have no difficulty in falling in love with this man with whom she had shared so much in such a short time ...
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