The Unknown Burning Stranger

Waiting alone in the little walled garden, with the sweet orchard smell wafting in from outside, Serena thought once more of sturdy, wee Jock, the loving suitor she had turned so thoughtlessly away. He was now, according to Brother Boris, a prisoner in the very castle he had once owned.

Then came the thud of fists, a muffled cry, fighting on the stairway, and she rose to face the inevitable. He was here! “I couldn’t stay away, honey bun!” he chuckled, oblivious of the lava-red eyes at the window, and as the band began to play, she vowed never again to do anything spiteful, foolish or immature.

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