Whence Came a Prince

Whence Came a Prince

by Liz Curtis Higgs


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ISBN-13: 9781578561285
Publisher: The Crown Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/15/2005
Series: Lowlands of Scotland Series , #3
Pages: 560
Sales rank: 302,731
Product dimensions: 5.55(w) x 8.23(h) x 1.17(d)

About the Author

Liz Curtis Higgs has been telling tales since she wrote her first “novel” at the tender age of ten. Careers in broadcasting, public speaking, nonfiction writing, and children’s books brought her back to her first love–fiction–at the turn of the 21st century.

Since 1986, Liz Curtis Higgs has presented more than 1,500 inspirational programs for audiences in all 50 states as well as Germany, England, Canada, Ecuador, France, and Scotland. In 1995, Liz received the highest award for speaking excellence, the “Council of Peers Award for Excellence,” becoming one of only forty women in the world named to the Speaker Hall of Fame by the National Speakers Association.

Feature articles about Liz have appeared in more than 250 major newspapers and magazines across the country, and she has been interviewed on more than 600 radio and television stations, including guest appearances on PBS/Religion & Ethics NewsWeekly, A & E, MSNBC, NPR, CBC Canada, BBC Radio Scotland, Focus on the Family, and Janet Parshall’s America.

A member of Novelists, Inc., Liz now focuses her writing efforts on historical fiction, particularly novels set in eighteenth-century Scotland. To aid in her research, she has visited the U.K. on eight occasions, including her "Heart for Scotland" 12-city U.K. book tour in October 2003, and she has collected nearly 700 resource books on Scottish history and culture. A graduate of Bellarmine College with a B.A. in English, Liz is a member of the Eighteenth-Century Scottish Studies Society and the Dumfries & Galloway Family History Society, as well as supporting the National Museums of Scotland, Historic Scotland, and the National Trust for Scotland.

Liz is the author of twenty-one books, with more than 2 million in print. Her fiction to date includes two historical novels and two contemporary novels:
• Fair Is the Rose
• Thorn in My Heart
• Bookends
• Mixed Signals

The most recent of her 11 nonfiction, best-selling books include…
• Unveiling Mary Magdalene
• Really Bad Girls of the Bible
• Bad Girls of the Bible

The above titles also have corresponding VHS videos and companion workbooks.
And she has written five books for young children:
• Go Away, Dark Night
• The Parable of the Lily
• The Pine Tree Parable
• The Sunflower Parable
• The Pumpkin Patch Parable

Her children’s Parable Series was awarded the ECPA Gold Medallion for Excellence at the Christian Booksellers Association Convention in July 1998, and her book Bad Girls of the Bible was an ECPA Gold Medallion Finalist in 2000. Her first novel, Mixed Signals, was a RITA Finalist for both Best First Novel and Best Inspirational Novel. Her second novel, Bookends, was a Christy Finalist for Best Contemporary Fiction. And her third novel, Thorn in My Heart, was a #1 historical fiction Christian bestseller, followed by a second historical bestseller, Fair Is the Rose. Whence Came a Prince, the latest novel in the series, publishes in March 2005. In addition, Liz is the editor of an annual newsletter, The Graceful Heart, with 25,000 readers, and is a columnist for Today’s Christian Woman magazine with her back page feature, "Life with Liz." Her first video Bible study series, Loved by God, was released in March 2004.

On the personal side, Liz is married to Bill Higgs, Ph.D., who serves as Director of Operations for her speaking and writing office. Liz and Bill share their 19th-century farmhouse in Louisville, KY, with their two teenagers, Matthew and Lillian, and too many cats. For more about Liz, visit her Web site: www.LizCurtisHiggs.com.

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

The heart that is soonest awake to the flowers
Is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
Thomas Moore

Burnside Cottage
Whitsuntide 1790

I will never leave you.

Leana McBride sat up in bed, disoriented, grasping at the threads of her dream. She’d been sitting under the yew tree on the edge of Auchengray’ s garden, cradling her infant son to her breast, brushing her fingers through his silky hair, singing softly as he nursed.

Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing.

Ian’s warm scent seemed to permeate the air of her aunt’s tiny cottage in Twyneholm. The recalled softness of his cheek felt more real than the linen nightgown beneath her fingertips, the memory of his small, hungry mouth more tangible than the rough sheets against her bare skin.

She gripped the edges of the bed as grief pierced her heart anew. Aunt Meg had insisted the pain would ease with time. Leana glanced over her shoulder at the older woman, still fast asleep. Her aunt meant well, but two months had not diminished the potent memories of her son that haunted her dreams and clouded her thoughts.

By the hour she’d contemplated going home to Auchengray. Only two dozen miles, yet “a world away,” as Aunt Meg had once said. Leana had pictured herself running up the stair to the nursery, gathering Ian in her arms, and holding him for days on end. She would have done it. She would have. If somehow she could have seen Ian yet not seen Jamie.

Oh, my dear Jamie.

Aye, she missed him as well, desperately so. In a different way, yet the same. Bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh. The smooth planes of his face, the dark slash of his brows, his generous mouth and strong chin rose before her like a portrait painted by a master artist. She had loved Jamie McKie from the first moment he walked across Auchengray’s lawn one bright October afternoon. Though it was more than a year before he returned that love, when he did, Jamie had given her his whole heart.
But now that heart belonged to her sister. To Rose.

Leana turned her head on the pillow, imagining Jamie beside her. Did he love her still, as she loved him? Did he think of her at all? Did he suffer as she did? She was ashamed of her thoughts, but they would not be silenced.

This much she knew: No letter had arrived begging her to return. No carriage or mount had come clattering up to Burnside’s door, prepared to carry her home. She had left Auchengray of her own free will on the day of Rose’s wedding, intending to stay at Aunt Meg’ s long enough to mend her shattered heart. And long enough for Rose to mend Jamie’ s, as much as it grieved Leana to think of it.

It was nearly June. With the spring lambing ended at Auchengray, surely they’d left for Jamie’s ancestral home in the glen of Loch Trool, taking her precious Ian with them. “We will wipe the dust of Auchen-gray off our feet come May,” Jamie had promised her in February. Instead, it was Rose who’d traveled to Glentrool.

Would her sister write once they settled in? Describe how Ian was growing? Declare he looked more like his father every day? Though such news might wound her, Leana preferred it to no word at all. Not a single post bearing Rose’s kenspeckle script had arrived at Burnside Cottage. Nor was there one from her father. But thoughtful Neda Has-tings, Auchengray’s housekeeper, had sent a long letter last month, brimming with details of Ian’s progress.

There was no mention of Jamie. The man who was once her husband. The man who’d blessed her womb with Ian. The man now married to her sister.

“Be thou my strong rock,” Leana whispered into the darkness. Drawing the Almighty’s comforting presence round her like a thick plaid, she rose from the hurlie bed. Meg had trundled it out from beneath her own bed the March night her niece had arrived. Low to the floor and narrow, it was much like the one Leana had slept in at home in the nursery. With Ian.

Her gaze fell on the small nightgown draped over her sewing bag. She’d pieced it together from remnants of soft cotton, intending to embroider the sleeves and hem with purple thistles. By the time she completed it, Ian would be nine months old and in need of a new sleeping gown. If she could not see him, she could at least sew for him. Holding the fabric in her hands brought him closer to her. Imagining her stitches brushing against his tender skin gave her a small measure of comfort.

While her aunt snored soundly, Leana bathed her hands and face in a warm bowl by the hearth. She slipped on her plain green gown, then swung a kettle over the coal grate to boil water for their tea, ever aware that her days in Twyneholm were numbered. Her aunt could ill afford a houseguest much longer. And Leana missed home.

She lit one of the beeswax candles made from Meg’s own hives, then collected the tools for her baking–a wooden spurtle for stirring, a notched rolling pin, and a heart-shaped iron spade to move the oatcakes about–recalling the many times she and Neda had worked side by side in Auchengray’s spacious kitchen.

A handful of meal, a pinch of soda, a dash of salt, a spoonful of goose fat from last night’s supper, and the first oatcake took shape beneath her hands. She sprinkled the board with meal as she went, added hot water sparingly, and kneaded the small lump of dough with her knuckles. Neda’ s voice echoed in her head. Spread it oot evenly. Keep yer hands movin’. Leana rolled the dough as thin as she could and pinched the edges with her fingers before the first oatcake went onto the girdle over the fire, and the process started all over again.

A faint light spread across the room as she worked. Soon a cock’s crow from a neighboring farm announced the break of day.

“I’ve ne’er seen a finer pair of hands at a baking board.”

She looked up to find Margaret Halliday beaming at her from across the room, a threadbare wrapper tied round her waist. Leana managed a wan smile in return. “Good morning, Auntie.”

“You’ll spoil me yet, lass. Preparing my breakfast for me. Weeding my kitchen garden. Filling my coal pail.”

“’Tis the least I can do.” Leana kept an eye on the oatcakes. When the edges curled up, they were done. “My hands are full of meal, or I’d pour your tea.”

Och. I’ll see to that.”

The women moved round to accommodate each other in the small cooking space and soon were seated at table, their breakfast on a crockery plate. Leana nibbled a piece of oatcake but put it down half-eaten, her appetite vanished.

Aunt Meg reached across the table and turned Leana’s chin toward the window, eying her. “You’ve grown thinner since you came. This morn in particular, you’ve a dwiny look about you.”

“My stomach does feel a bit queasy.” Leana swallowed the disagreeable taste in her mouth, then pressed a hand to her forehead. “But my skin is cool.”

“We’ve not had an epidemic in the parish for nigh to thirty years. Ague, it was. Terrible fevers and chills.” Aunt Meg peered at her more closely. “Did my roasted goose not sit well on your stomach? I thought it a pleasant change from mutton and fish.”

“I ate too much of it, I fear. I’ll go for a walk shortly, which should help.” She stared down at her teacup as if the dark liquid contained the strength she needed to say what must be said. “Auntie, it’s time I went home to Auchengray.”

“Oh, my dear niece.” The disappointment in Meg’s voice was obvious.

Leana looked up and touched her aunt’s wrinkled cheek. “I’ve stayed far too long already. Nearly two months.”

Meg’s eyes watered. “When you came to my door that rainy Sabbath eve, I was happy to make room for you. And I’d gladly share Burnside Cottage with you for all of my days, if you wouldn’t mind an auld woman’s company.”

“You are far from old, and I cherish your company.” Leana tenderly brushed away Meg’s tears. “But you cannot afford to feed and clothe me. And I have duties to attend to at home. With Rose gone, Auchengray has no mistress. The gardens will suffer, and the wool won’t be spun.” She squeezed Meg’s bony hands. “Do forgive me, dearie. You knew this time would come.”

“Aye, though I hoped it might not.” Her aunt regarded her at length, compassion shining in her blue gray eyes. “Will you write Willie and ask him to bring the chaise?”

“Nae,” Leana said firmly. She could not involve Willie, Auchengray’s orraman, without her father’s permission. Not again. “This must be my own doing. My own silver. A hired chaise.”

Her aunt’s mouth fell open. “But you have no silver.”

“A predicament I shall remedy shortly.” Leana tried to sound confident, though she had yet to think of a means of securing such a sum. “Mr. Crosbie at the tollgate said a chaise and driver would cost me fifteen shillings.” A fortune for a woman with mere pennies in her purse.

Meg propped her chin on her hand. “Would that I had the silver to give you.”

“You’ve done more than enough, Auntie. Suppose I go for that walk and see if some clever notion doesn’t present itself.” Leana stood, feeling lightheaded for a moment, then slipped on her cloak and prayed the brisk morning air would calm her stomach. One of her aunt’s two collies bounded through the doorway ahead of her and shook itself awake from ears to tail, then turned round, waiting for her to follow.

Leana pulled Burnside’ s red wooden door closed, then absently scratched the dog’s silky head. Twyneholm was not a proper village, merely a cluster of two-room cottages–some with thatched roofs, like Meg’s, others with slate–built along the military road. Reverend Scott, the parish minister, insisted that a great and ancient battle, fought nigh to the kirk, had left a king slain and his vanquished men staggering home in a winding direction–hence the name tae wyne hame. Aunt Meg scoffed at his romantic notion. “’Tis a low patch of land, or holm, that lies ’tween the Tarff Water and the Corraford Burn.”

Leana only knew that Twyneholm had served her well. A quiet refuge for a heart torn in two. In a handful of days, when the month of June arrived, she would look to the north, to Auchengray, and pray for the means–and the strength–to return home.

She no longer had a child to mother or a husband to love. But she did have faith in the One who had not forsaken her. I will never leave you. Words the Almighty had spoken to Jamie in a dream. Words she had whispered to Jamie when their future was certain. Words Leana still held close to her heart.

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theadawn on LibraryThing 7 months ago
So excited to finally read this book. I yearned for an ending to all of the unfortunate things that were happening to the three main characters. I believe that each of these books has at least one climax or one main event in the book, but this book had several. All of them bad. If there was one thing that I could change about these books, would be to make more happiness, but that's not the purpose of these books. These books were written to portray the hardships that Leana, Rose and Jamie went through, and how though there were many hardships that most could not bear, God helped them through and the book portrayed this perfectly. It had a bitter sweet ending that finally pulled all three books together beautifully. A wonderfully written book and trilogy that definitely has me convinced to read other books by the same author.
scarpettajunkie on LibraryThing 7 months ago
[Whence Came A Prince] can either stand alone or be read as the third in a series consisting of [Thorn In My Heart] and [Fair Is The Rose]. Rose and Leana are still having conflict over their feelings for Jamie McKie, as both were married to him at one time and both are carrying his children. The most interesting character in this book is Lachlan McBride, Rose and Leana's father. He is a greedy schemer interested in breaking Jamie for gain. Lachlan alone will make you feel like slamming your book against the furniture as you wonder how someone can be so manipulative. Alot of the book is spent on an emotional and physical journey as Jamie, Rose and Leana all have crosses to bear on the road to Jamie's ancestral home, Glentrool. One of the neater aspects of this book is that every chapter heading arrives with a famous quote that either forshadows what is to come or speaks of recent chapters. Finishing this book will make you sorry to part ways with all who reside within its covers. It is an easy read that will rile and tear you up and leave you wishing for more.
debs4jc on LibraryThing 7 months ago
Higgs continues her series set in 19th century Scotland and loosely based on the story of Jacob and his multiple wives from the Bible. In this installment Jamie is married to Rose, the sister of Leanah his former wife. Rose is raising Leah's son and has just found out she is expecting one of her own. Leah decides that it is time for her to return home--thinking that Rose and Jamie have left--and her return causes much upheaval in this most unusual household. Meanwhile, Jamie's father-Lachlan-has a scheme to gain more money for himself, by cheating his son-in-law.Higgs captures the feel of old Scotland beautifully, especially in the way she incorporates the language of the period into the story. She includes a glossary, but most of the time the reader doesn't need it because she makes the meaning clear by the way the word is used. Other details like the clothing and such also bring the period to life. And of course the drama of these relationships and unusual circumstances makes this a real pageturner. I heartily suggest this for fans of historical fiction or romance.
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This book was very dissapointing good thing i rented it frm the library. I personally have to read out a book no matter how bad it is and this book was bad sad to say....i could not wait to be finished with this book.
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Stlphotogirl More than 1 year ago
Whence Came a Prince by Liz Curtis Higgs is the third book in the Lowlands of Scotland series. This book is the last which focuses on the early years of Jamie, Rose, and Leana. The final book focuses more on the second generation. I won't do to you what a friend did to me and reveal a major plot point but I do want to give you a brief plot overview. Whence Came a Prince picks up with Leana staying with her Aunt Meg in Twyneholme after fleeing Auchengray on Jamie and Rose's wedding day. Once again the narrative is delivered mainly from the perspective of Jamie and Leana. As Leana grieves her loss of Jamie and tries to find peace in the fact that her sister is happy, Leana discovers a special blessing that God has placed in her life. Dare she hope to believe that this blessing is true? What will become of her now? A woman who has suffered the cutty stool and been accused of adultery has few prospects in her life. Jamie had finally learned to love Leana with his whole heart, and was enjoying their little family. He had put aside his infatuation with Rose and was becoming the husband that God has called him to be. Now he finds that Leana has been taken from him and she has run away to leave him with his new bride. Will he ever love Rose the way that he had learned to love Leana? Can he forgive her for the "truths" she told to the kirk that brought their marriage about? After fearing that she would be childless due to her bout with the croup, Rose has sought everything she can do to heal her womb so she can bear Jamie's children-even to the point of alienating her sister. Can she love Leana and Jamie? Will their relationships ever be the same again? When she does find herself with child, she wonders if Leana will still be able to love her. Will she ever see her sister again? Finally, Jamie has decided to go home to Glentrool and to take his family with him. It is a long, dangerous journey. Rose is pregnant. Will she be able to handle it? Will he be able to get his sheep home to Glentrool without incident? What will he find waiting for him when he arrives? Whence Came a Prince will not disappoint you. You will grieve and rejoice with Leana. You will want to strangle Lachlan as he tries once again to cheat Jamie. Rose redeems herself as she matures as a wife and mother. It is a great conclusion for this portion of their story. The way that Liz Curtis Higgs writes brings you directly into their time and their stories. You can almost imagine sleeping under a plaid in the back of a wagon as you flee to a faraway home that you have never seen before. I highly recommend When Came a Prince to lovers of Christian fiction and historical fiction. It is well written and full of historical details that will make history lovers everywhere rejoice! Another great book from Liz Curtis Higgs!
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julie-lessman-rocks More than 1 year ago
liz truly opens up your mind to a whole new revelation of who these characters are in this series. so many times i felt my heart breaking with them as the story unfolded. once again liz has came out with a great book... and hey if you love this book check out Julie Lessman's a passion denied i am sure you will enjoy it!