All right, so she shouldn't have leapt for the door. Firstly, as choices went, it was not one destined to lead her to where she needed to be. But panic had flared, so why make herself unhappier byquestioning why she'd done it?

So now? Talk to a man with crockery shards crunching beneath his boots about Arland? About Morven too? A man who'd just turned and swept the contents of the McDunnagh kitchen onto the floor?

Gravy splatteredthe walls—indeed the wonder was it ...