I'm suggesting no such thing." Her voice was cool and
soothing. "Just get to know him. Do what you feel. Nay, child, that's
not what I mean. I think you'll find he has a certain charm. You may
even like him."
Mary rested her chin on her fists, and let out a deep breath,
bewildered. Of all the strange fates and traps: to be given a set of
natural parents after feeling she had none, only to find that one was
detestable, and the other wanted him dead.
But the son, her half-brother. . .here was a mystery. What was his
guilt, or innocence, and what would he feel towards her? Whereas
Michael had known all along that she was not his sister, Stephen would
have no notion that she was.
Of one thing only was she certain: she had had enough of violence and
hatred. She decided she would judge this man by himself alone. And if
he turned out to be a friend, so much the better. Whatever the case,
she would not take part in any scheme to hurt him. And perhaps..... As
if divining the thought, the old woman broke in upon her reverie.
"Just remember this.
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