Yes, she expected she did. One did not begin a conversation about secrets and announce that there was something to say a week before one's wedding lightly. She glanced up at the sky briefly before she answered, though she didn't need to pause and consider her words before she continued. Juliana had plenty of time to rehearse this speech already and had no intention of going off script. The scene at Lachlan MacFusty's home in the Hebrides where she'd tripped over her tongue had been quite out of character for her. She was normally a woman who had no trouble at all being direct and concise with her word choice.

The moon was nearly full tonight. Not full, she happened to know, because she always knew when the full moon was — but for someone who didn't pay attention to these sorts of things, who was only judging by appearances, tonight might as well have been a full moon.

"Are you familiar with the work of Marlowe Forfang?" she asked, looking back at him.

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