And saw Catriona slumped on the floor.

Smothering a cry, Algaria quickly shut the door and rushed forward, the briefest glance at the items on the table beside which Catriona lay was sufficient to tell her all. Her erstwhile pupil had been scrying, and scrying deep, if her swoon was any guide.

Even as Algaria straightened her limbs, Catriona stirred.

A second later, as a wet cloth passed over her face, she regained full consciousness. Peeking through her lashes, she saw that her attendant was Algaria, and relaxed "Oh, hell!"

Algaria sat back "Hell?"

Struggling onto one elbow, Catriona waved "Not you-this whole situation." She'd gone further than mere scrying-she'd literally challenged the powers that be to reconsider, and demanded an unequivocal answer.

The answer she'd received had been more than unequivocal-it had been emphatic.

"Ah, well-the situation has just taken a turn for the better."

"It has?" Catriona frowned as Algaria helped her to her feet. Her mentor's smug expression rang warning bells. "How?"

"In a minute." Algaria steered her to the bed "Here- just lie back and rest, and I'll tell you all I heard."

Still weak from her exertions-facing She Who Knew All was exceedingly draining-Catriona was very willing to lie down. Algaria sat beside her and proceeded to tell her tale-how she'd listened to Jamie's discussion with Richard Cynster in the office.

Algaria's memory, perfected by the demands of her calling, was exceptional; Catriona had no doubt she was hearing exactly the words that had been said Algaria's veracity was beyond question, as was her devotion to her own welfare-Catriona knew that for fact. However, in this instance, Algaria's tale gave her a headache.

A massive one.

"So!" Algaria triumphantly concluded. "It's as I said-he's only amusing himself-teasing you, if you like. But he's absolutely certain to go back to London and leave you unwed-he made no attempt to deny it."

"Hmm." Frowning direfully, Catriona massaged her temples.

Studying her face, Algaria's triumphant expression faded. "What is it?"

Catriona glanced at her, then grimaced. "A complication." She saw the questions gathering on Algaria's lips; she stayed them with a raised hand. "I'm too tired to think, just now." After a moment, she continued: "I need to rest, and consider-to see how what I've been told fits with the facts, and how the whole might come together."

Lifting her head, she smiled, a trifle wanly, at Algaria. "Let me rest for an hour or two-come back and wake me for dinner."

Algaria hesitated. "You'll tell me what you learned then?"

With swift understanding of the older woman's fear of being left out, being redundant, Catriona smiled and squeezed her hand. "Before dinner, I'll tell you all"

Dinner time came around far too fast; it seemed to Catriona that she'd barely had time to marshal her thoughts before Algaria returned.

Struggling up against the pillows, she waved Algaria forward. "Come sit and I'll tell you all."

She did, starting from the first visions she'd had, through all her subsequent communications with The Lady, culminating in the most recent.

As she restated that last, emphatic dictate, Algaria stared. Then frowned. "Just that-no qualifications?"

"Not a one. She could hardly put it more simply: He will father your children." The words still rang in Catriona's mind.

Algaria's frown mirrored her own. "But…"

Together, they revisted the problem-concisely; Catriona had been over the same ground on her own so many times her head still hurt.

"But he's too strong," Algaria insisted. "He's not the sort of man you can marry-he'll never be content to sit back in besotted bliss and let you make the decisions." Bewildered, she shook her head "But if The Lady says…"

"Precisely." Catriona waited patiently while Algaria examined the problem from every angle-her mentor's view in large part mirrored her own.

In the end, Algaria simply shook her head. "I can't make head or tail of it-we'll just have to wait for some sign of how we should proceed."

Catriona caught her eye. "I've just had the next sign. You brought it."

Algaria stared at her, then blinked. "The news that he'll be leaving?"

"Indeed-and if he leaves, just how is he to father a child on me? I can't go chasing him to London, yet, as you say, he seems certain to leave at the end of the week-in all my discussions with him, I've had no indication otherwise."

Algaria shot her a quick glance. "He does seem taken with you, but many men are."

Catriona inclined her head. "As you say-physically, I'm attractive enough, but on further reflection…" She considered, then stated: "All he has said and done is consistent with what you overheard-he's considering the possibility because there are various elements in the proposed situation that attract him, but, ultimately, there's nothing I can offer him that he can't, in reality, find in London, with a wife much more suited to his lifestyle."

She felt proud of that assessment-it had taken some soul-searching, and the exercise of brutal candor, to reach it. Richard Cynster was attracted to her for a number of reasons, but she would not, ultimately, be a suitable wife for him. He was too far-sighted not to see it.

"So, what now?" Algaria asked. "If he leaves…"

Catriona drew in a deep breath. "If he leaves, he leaves-we can do nothing to stop him. Which means…" She looked at Algaria, waiting for her to reach the same conclusion she had.

This time, her mentor failed her. Totally bemused, Algaria stared at her. "Means what?"

"It means," Catriona declared, getting off the bed to pace, "that I'm to beget a child by him, but we won't be married." She waved aside Algaria's frown. "That, if you think about it, is possibly the perfect solution for me-to have a child outside wedlock. The Lady, you'll notice, does not mention marriage, only the fact that I'm to have a child by him. And you have to admit, if he'd been a stallion, he'd be a prize."

"Prize? You're going to…" Algaria's voice trailed away; aghast, she stared. Then: "How?"

Catriona paced determinedly. "Presumably by going to his bed."

"Yes-but…" Clearly dumbfounded, Algaria drew a deep breath. "It's not that simple."

Irritated by her lingering uncertainty, and her lack of experience, Catriona frowned. "It can't be that hard. He's a rake-the activity should come naturally. And it's the right time of my cycle-all the signs are propitious."

Algaria shook her head. "But what if, after the deed, he changes his mind and decides to stay. You can't be sure he'll leave."

"I've thought of that." Catriona paced before the fireplace, all that Richard had said of family still fresh in her mind. And although they hadn't discussed it, she could guess what his stance over abandoning a bastard child would be. She felt some qualms over that, but… she had always obeyed The Lady, and always would. Besides, Richard's child would not be alone-it would be a much-loved child. Hers. "He won't know."

Algaria simply stared. "He'll father a child on you and he won't know?" She got off the bed and laid a hand on Catriona's forehead.

Irritated, Catriona brushed it aside. "I've thought it through-it can be done-you know that as well as I. It's tricky, admittedly-he must be asleep enough not to consciously remember, and yet his body and senses must be able to respond and perform. A sleeping potion will dull the brain, an aphrodisiac will prime the body. The doses will have to be perfectly judged, one against the other, but if I gauge the amounts correctly, all should go smoothly."

Algaria looked ill, but didn't contradict her-she couldn't; she'd taught her most of that lore herself. She could, however, protest. "You're mad. This will simply not work-too many things can go wrong."