One of the most lyrical stories about historical Scotland I’ve ever read!
It is told from the viewpoint of a Sassenach, an Englisher, who is said to be a witch because of her skill with herbs. She falls in love with Glencoe and with a Highland Laird’s son who lives there.
In her own words: “Rocks can have a thousand colours in them–grey, brown, purple-grey, dark-blue. They can have moss and lichen on their sides, and heather, and birch trees, and waterfalls, and marks where waterfalls have been…I put my hands upon a stone beneath the northern ridge, and felt it. It had an old warmth, and a wisdom. It was rough, like a tongue. And like all the skies I saw there, it was a blowing sky.”
Or, “As for her grey-eyed daughter it meant a home all handmade herself from stone and reeds and heather in a lost Highland valley that was guarded by two boulders, and where stolen cows were kept. Where she found a proper peace. Where the wind rocked the birches at night, and that was a good sound.”
But that peace is shattered when the Laird signs a peace treaty six days too late, and the Redcoats come calling. And then Corrag must choose.
I’m saving this one to read again. It is that beautiful…and that romantic!