"I ken the real ye."
Neala McNair has hidden her clan's gold under dark dye. She plays chess with the son of the man who killed her father. Ansel thinks she is a maid called Abigail.
Then his poisoned cup arrives with an antidote tucked beside it, written in a hand he once knew.
The rebel army closes on Blackthorn Castle. She aches. Alone, she walks into his war tent.
The toy soldier was still in his pocket.
