Hardwick Trenton rose much earlier than usual, having gone to sleep without the spirits of which he typically partook with the rest of the company he was keeping. The bedchamber he had been given had windows covered in only a light, fine mesh material, and the moment the sun hit his face, he came out of bed with a shock.

He began wandering the halls, but the house was quiet. At first, he thought the rest of them were still sleeping, but then soon realized they were already outside, working in the yard. It seemed they had animals to attend to. How fortunate he did not live with such responsibilities, he thought with a sigh of contentment at the life he had built for himself.

He had tried many a business, with both failure and success, but finally he had found one that seemed to be turning consistent profits, with more on the horizon. He was fortunate his partner, Sullivan Andrews, had the intellect to understand the inner workings of the power plant. Hardwick focused on what he knew best, and that was forging relationships with the other businessmen who could help them profit.

Hardwick opened the huge doors of the front vestibule, finding himself outside, and he began to search for one of the men who could return him to Darfield before they left on the hunt without him. He saw the man, Adam he believed his name was, pass into a small shack in the corner, and he made his way over. The man exited the building before Hardwick could reach him, but curiosity got the better of him. He pushed open the door and began to look around the small, dark room. He saw no one, but did spy what seemed to be blueprints in the corner on a large working table. Looking around to ensure he was entirely alone, he inched closer to see what the man could be working on.

What the devil … it was clear the man was designing some type of machine, though for what, Hardwick wasn’t quite sure. He reached out, flipping the page to look underneath, and there he saw the strangest looking contraption. It was a stand of some sort, and on top what looked to be an odd flower. Hardwick looked around the room, and in the corner he saw scrap wood lying about. He walked over and there, hidden away behind a stack of firewood, was a small wooden contraption, almost like a prototype of whatever was drawn on the paper.

Looking out the window to ensure no one was about, Hardwick picked up the thing. He was surprised when the petals of what he thought to be a flower moved as he did. He looked at it more closely then pushed at the moving arms with his fingers. They turned in a circle, he realized with astonishment. But whatever were they supposed to do?

He went back to the drawings on the table, leafing through the loose sheaves of paper. Reading the notes that accompanied the line sketches, astonishment came over him as he realized what the machine was for. It harnessed the power of the wind, like a horizontal windmill, that the man was trying to use to generate power. Hardwick laughed out loud at the discovery. How had fate brought him here, to this revelation, in the middle of the Scottish Highlands?

This could be of great use to his business. It would certainly put him far ahead of any other competitor, particularly in the countryside. And the wind — well, there was certainly no cost to the wind.

He thought of taking the blueprints and the prototype with him, but looking outside he could see men working in the yard and knew that was not an option. It was far too likely that he would be caught. No, he would have to think of another way to make this idea his own. He wasn’t quite sure how yet, but he knew in time he would figure it out. He always did.

* * *

When Rebecca woke, she found herself alone in the room for a few minutes before Peggy came in to check on her.

“Oh! You’re awake. How lovely,” said the girl, crossing from the door toward her on the bed. Peggy had beautiful dark waves of hair that pooled around her shoulders.

“Your hair is so lovely,” Rebecca murmured.

“It’s the devil to manage, though,” Peggy answered in a rueful tone. “When I wear it down, it gets in the way.”

Rebecca frowned thoughtfully. “Do you ever wear it up?”

“Ach, I try not to. It’s so heavy when I tie it back, my head pounds fiercely. Anyway, never mind that. How are you feeling?”

“Much better,” she said, smiling at the girl. “Is my father still here?”

“Nay, he is not,” said Peggy, her face becoming guarded. “He left this morning after breaking his fast. You shall see him soon, I’m sure, though, as Mother said you would likely be able to try walking around a bit today.”

Rebecca wasn’t sure about that. Her leg felt better, true, but there was still quite a twinge when she moved it, and she could hardly think about actually bearing any of her weight upon it.

“You shall have help,” said Peggy with a gleam in her eye. “When Father fell and hurt his leg some years ago, Adam fashioned these sticks that Father held under his arms to help him walk. I have no idea how he came up with them, but they really helped Father get around the castle and the yard. Anyway, he still has them. All Adam has to do is whittle them down some so that they’ll fit your height.”

“No, no, please do not go to so much trouble,” Rebecca said, raising a palm. “I’ll rest a couple of more days, and then I’ll be fine to leave you.”

Peggy’s lips turned into a pout. “Oh, you must try these. Adam will be ever so pleased if they work for you, and it will give us a chance to explore!”

“Explore?”

“Oh aye, I do so want to show you the rest of the castle and the bailey. Have you ever been in a Scottish castle before?”

“No, unless you count Darfield, I can say that is one thing — among many — that I have yet to do,” answered Rebecca, feeling the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile at the thought of seeing more of the castle, and also having someone to spend some time with.

“Oh, we will have such fun,” said Peggy with a grin, “I’ll return shortly with your walking sticks!”

She flew out of the room, her long, unbound dark hair flowing behind her, and her spirit was contagious as Rebecca looked forward to getting out of bed. When she had decided to journey north to the Highlands, she could never have imagined anything like the situation in which she currently found herself, and yet, despite getting shot — shot! — she was oddly enjoying herself. Here, in this home, she had found people who seemed to genuinely care about her, even though they had no idea who she was and her father had been so very rude to them.

She pushed herself up from the pillow and scooted to sit on the side of the bed, her short legs dangling over the edge. She used her arms to push herself forward, until she was finally standing on her good leg, her toes sinking into the rug covering the floor. She was slowly making her way over to the bowl of water in the corner by using the mattress to support her weight when a knock came at the door. It was pushed open to reveal the blonde woman who Rebecca had remembered as Kyla, as well as another woman carrying a bathtub. More women she didn’t recognize and a handful of older children trooped in, each carrying buckets full of steaming water, which they dumped into the tub before taking their leave.

“Oh, bless you!” said Rebecca as the last of them walked out through the door, leaving just Kyla and the other woman. “I was so longing for a bath. I thought to splash some water on my face, but this shall be simply heavenly.”

Kyla laughed. “I can imagine so. When Peg came running downstairs in a flutter about you getting out of bed and exploring, Jane and I figured you would perhaps enjoy a proper soak first. Martha here will help you get undressed and into the bathtub. When you’re finished, Peggy will come collect you. She is currently down with Adam, having him rig up some contraption or other for you. We shall see you soon.”

With a smile, the beautiful woman sailed out the door. Rebecca looked after her wistfully. If only she could command a room like that. The woman was so strong, so sure of herself. Rebecca pushed aside her envious feelings and focused on removing the borrowed nightgown she had been wearing since she arrived. With Martha’s assistance, Rebecca soon found herself relaxing in the warm rose-scented water, which seemed to soothe away her worries… for the moment at least.

* * *

Peggy was true to her word, arriving shortly after Rebecca’s bath ended. She carried the curious walking sticks she had mentioned earlier. There were two of them, and on the top was fashioned cloth sewn over straw.

“It’s for padding,” said Peggy, as she showed Rebecca how to use them. “You place them under your arms, and you can then give them your full weight when you would normally step down with your injured foot. If you use them too long, after some time it may become rather sore under your arms, but you should be fine for today!”

“Ingenious,” Rebecca murmured, admiring the design.

“Yes,” Peggy nodded, “That’s Adam. He is both creative and intelligent, my mother says. I believe he may have taken the creativity for all of us.”

She laughed.

“Come, I’ll show ye around.”

Peggy led her out of the chamber and down the hall, showing her the other bedrooms, as well as the dark, masculine study her father shared with Finlay. With some effort, Rebecca managed to follow Peggy up the stairs, which were in the corner of two corridors in somewhat of an L-shaped pattern, to view her mother’s sitting room. This room was much more feminine, with beautiful embroidered pillows and wall hangings, as well as vases filled with flowers. It was comfortable, and Rebecca could see it being a rather lovely place to spend time.

More stairs led to additional bedrooms, including Peggy’s own, and Rebecca was becoming a bit confused as to who slept where, but she paid it no mind. The steps went round and round as they led up, the castle built as a tall tower manor. When it was time to descend the stairs Rebecca found herself in trouble. It was much more difficult to place her weight on the sticks going down, though she managed with Peggy’s help.

Finally, they made it back to the main floor, where Peggy showed her the dining room and what Rebecca would call the drawing room area, where the family often gathered after meals. She was becoming fairly tired after the lengthy tour but tried not to let it show as Peggy’s enthusiasm remained high.

“Now to the yard,” said the girl, who Rebecca felt was likely her own age but so much more vivacious, as she led her out the front doors.

Rebecca’s walking sticks sank into the grass, but she managed to keep going.

“Here’s the stable, where we keep most of our own animals. We have others that are tended to by some of the crofters. Then over here….”

“What is that building?” Rebecca asked of the remaining small brick building in the corner of the yard.

“Oh, that? I’m not sure what it was originally, but now it’s Adam’s workshop, I suppose you’d call it. Where he goes to think and design. Do you want to see it?”

Rebecca did. She hadn’t seen the man since yesterday, and she longed to again, although she told herself she was being silly. She knew he thought her a helpless Englishwoman, one who did not listen to reason and caused him only trouble. Yet … she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Perhaps it was because of the way he had leapt into action to help her. Or perhaps it was because she had spent the past two days in his bed with far too much time to dream. Either way, the man had not been far from her thoughts since she’d met him, and she wanted to know more about him.

She suddenly realized Peggy was looking at her questioningly, and she came back the moment with a start. “Ummm, sure why not?” she said, attempting nonchalance, and Peggy led her across the yard, finally coming to a halt in front of the small stone building.

Peggy gave a quick knock before pushing open the door. His back was to them, and when they entered he didn’t look up, but held up a finger, telling them to wait just a moment. Rebecca took the opportunity to study him once more. His brow was furrowed as he bent over the large sheet of paper in front of him, a kilt draped around his hips, his strong, bare calves peeking out beneath and his golden chest on display atop. It was rather warm in here, as the July sun had crested in the sky and the small window offered little air movement. She felt her mouth go dry, and wasn’t sure if she could attribute it to the warm room, the physical exertion from wandering the castle or … or something else.