“Vince hoped that with the Games looming, the King might be too busy and that by the time he remembered about the deerhound, it would be too late and we would be back in Edinburgh, with Thane safe to roam again on Arthur’s Seat.That proved to be a forlorn hope, however, and we were fated to have a quite unexpected encounter. From the cottage we often had a fleeting glimpse of HM riding out of the stables, if we were up and about early enough each morning. A creature of habit, he normally followe...d a set daily route around the estate which we were careful to avoid, regarding our little wood as quite safe, the only place where we exercised Thane each day, completely cut off from any view from the castle.We had got to know it well and Meg was intrigued by the tiny island mid-river with its monument, and each time we passed the wee anchored boat she reminded me that I had promised we were going to row over and explore. ‘We can’t take Thane,’ I reminded her again.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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