"What is your name? " the Duke of Arkcraig addressed her in a deep, low voice. "T-Tars... Your G-Grace. " "Tara, you are to marry me. How old are you? " "Nearly eighteen, Your Grace. " "Very well," he said as the door opened and the minister entered. Dazed, the last thing Tara remembered was repeating the words, "I will. " Then it was over. She was married to a Highland Chieftan--a man she had never seen until two minutes before!