Gwenyth pulled away from Adam's embrace and chuckled at the evident look of disappointment on his face. Certain of herself, certain of the man she held in her arms, Gwenyth had gladly surrendered heart, soul, and body to her husband. Adam's gentle patience had dimmed the distant memories of Leod's cruelty. She did not fear the future, for Adam would never betray her.
“Tell me about this tapestry you made for my wedding gift. 'Tis beautifulâDaniel in the lion's den, isn't it?”
“I made it to remind me of all that you've taught me, beloved. But none of it would matter had you not reminded me of the most important thing of all.”
“And what is that?” Adam asked.
“Victory always belongs to those who do God's will. No matter how difficult the situation, you must trust God.”
“Aye, sometimes it is hard to know his will, or knowing it, to obey. But it has turned out well for us.”
His bemused gaze turned most definitely hungry, his grin roguish. “This last lesson will take many sessions. It can't all be taught at once.”
“Then pray we have many years to continue my education.”
He pulled her into his arms. “Is this the same woman who so reluctantly accepted my attentions until now?”
“Nay,” she whispered. “That woman was a hurting creature who knew nothing of the power of love to heal.”
As his head bent to seal their love with a kiss, he murmured, “To everything there is a season . . .”