The book dropped beside her on the grass; she rose quickly.

The last time they had met was before Culloden, before Prestonpans.
She came to him.

"You're well, Alexander! Thanks be! Sit down, my dear, sit down!" She would have made him take her chair, but he laughed and brought one for himself from the room.

"I bless my ancestors for a physical body that will not keep wounds!" She sank into her chair again and sat in silence, gazing at him.

Her clear eyes filled with tears, but she shook them away.