"Forgive me, Aine. I have no claim to the gelding if he be yours," I concede, "But Amlaidh is a fennid, like the rest of us, and his properties are not rented through any flaith of Inver Colpa. His carrigfin is of particular interest to me, as I am a weaver and seamstress. His tower would provide me plenty of storage when I take up my craft in the cold months." My apology should suffice. Or if it do not, I will not lose sleep over it. I should like to make friends with my comrades, but not at the expense of my honor. I will forgive her the accusation of my breaking the code. I know this is not true, merely the words of one who is hurting. She may have been closer to this Amlaidh than I know, unable to accept me as a replacement to him.