ログインEdward sighed. “What would you have me do, beat her as Cameron did? The lass will come around. I’ve given her until tomorrow to decide to trust me.”“And what will you do when she refuses tomorrow?” Alan smirked.“She won’t refuse me.”“The important thing is we have Crispen back,” Caleb said. “What the woman does or says is irrelevant. If Cameron comes looking for a fight, I’ll be more than happy to give him one and then we’ll send the woman on her way.”“Come, ’tis getting dark and Gertie will have dinner waiting. She doesn’t like to serve a cold meal and well you know it,” Edward said. “Leave the matter of Mary to me. The two of you needn’t concern yourself over it.”“As if we’d want to,” Caleb muttered, as he shouldered past Edward.Mary gathered her shawl closer around her body and crept over the crumbling wall of the stone skirt. She’d chosen the pathway closest to the loch because fewer guards were posted on that side. After all, an enemy could hardly come barging over the wate
“Indeed you did,” she murmured.“So are you staying?”The hopeful expression on his face made her heart melt. She wrapped her arm around him and squeezed tight. “I can’t stay, Crispen. You must know that. There are men besides Duncan Cameron who would abduct me if they knew who I was.”Crispen’s face crinkled until his nose twitched. “Why?”“ ’Tis complicated,” she murmured. “I wish it were different, but Mother Serenity always told me we have to make the best with what we have.”“When will you leave and where will you go? Will I see you again?”Here she had to tread lightly. She couldn’t have Crispen running to his father with news of her departure. Now that she’d made the decision to leave on her own, she didn’t want the laird interfering with his demand to trust him. She nearly snorted at that notion. He might be able to command his clan to trust him, and she was sure it did, but a woman in her position couldn’t afford to trust anyone.“I don’t know yet. Departures takes planning.”
“To protect you.”“Oh.”She didn’t know what to say to that. Somehow she had just maneuvered herself into a trap. She knew it.“I’d say ’tis hard to protect a lass if she’s out running all over the highlands on foot, wouldn’t you say?”She scowled, unhappy with the direction this conversation was headed.“I release you from his promise,” she declared.He shook his head, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth. Shocked, she stared transfixed at the change such a gesture wrought on his features. My, but he was quite handsome. Really handsome. And he looked younger, not as hardened, though she’d seen the scars, so she knew he was anything but soft. Nay, he was a warrior. There was no telling how many men he’d killed in battle. Why, he could probably snap someone’s neck with his fingers. Certainly hers.The thought had her reaching up to cover her throat.“Only Crispen can release me from that promise, lass. As I’m sure he told you, a Woods always keeps his word.”Glumly, she remembered
“Then I’ll discuss the matter with your laird and only your laird,” Mary said firmly. She hoped that by injecting enough strength into her voice she’d make the other woman back down. Gertie still rolled her eyes and resumed tending her fire.“Can you take me to him?” Mary asked Christina as she rose from the stool. “I really must speak to him right away.”“Of course, Lady,” Christina said in her sweet voice. “I was instructed to take you to him the moment you finished eating.”The food Mary had just consumed swirled in her gut like sour ale.“Are you nervous?” Christina asked as they descended the steps from the keep. “You have no reason to be. The laird seems gruff, and he can be stern when crossed, but he’s fair and very evenhanded with our clan.”The part that Christina left out was that Mary wasn’t part of the Woods clan, which meant that any policies about fair and evenhanded didn’t apply. But she had saved Crispen, and it was obvious that the laird loved his son. She held on to
Mary awoke with the knowledge that she wasn’t alone in the tiny chamber she’d been sleeping in. Her nape prickled and she carefully opened one eye to see Edward Woods standing in the doorway.Sunlight peeked through the window, penetrating the gap in the furs. The light somehow made him more ominous than if he stood cloaked in darkness. In the light, she could see how big he was. He made a menacing portrait, framed by the doorway he barely fit through.“Pardon the intrusion,” Edward said in a gruff voice. “I was trying to locate my son.”It was then, as she followed his gaze to the bundle beside her, that she realized Crispen had crawled into her bed during the night. He was snuggled firmly into her side, the covers pulled tight to his neck.“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize …,” she began.“Since I tucked him into my bed last night, I’m sure you didn’t realize,” he said dryly. “ ’Tis apparent he made the move during the night.”She started to move, but Edward held up a hand. “Nay, don’t wa
Crispen’s brow creased as he struggled with whether he could divulge such information without breaking his promise.“I won’t ask her name again,” Edward said solemnly.Looking relieved, Crispen pursed his lips and then said, “The men took her from the abbey. She didn’t want to be with them. I saw them bring her into the camp.”“God’s teeth, she’s a nun?” Edward exclaimed.Alan shook his head adamantly. “If that woman is a nun, then I’m a monk.”“Can you marry a nun?” Crispen asked.“Why on earth would you ask a question like that?” Edward demanded.“Duncan Cameron wanted to marry her. If she’s a nun, he can’t, can he?”Edward straightened and shot Alan a fierce look. Then he turned to Crispen, trying to keep his reaction calm so that he didn’t frighten his son.“The men you tried to steal the horse from. Were they Cameron soldiers? Were they the ones who took the woman from the abbey?”Crispen nodded solemnly. “They took us to Laird Cameron. He tried to make … her … marry him, but she
“I won’t hurt her, lad,” Alan said softly.He knelt down and brushed aside the hair from her face and realized she was unconscious. There was a bruise on one cheek, but otherwise she didn’t look injured.“Where is she hurt?” he asked Crispen.Tears filled Crispen’s eyes, and he wiped hastily at the
Finally they reached the next chamber. Dust flew and curled around her nose as they stepped within, and she had to squeeze her nostrils to keep from sneezing.“Over here,” the woman whispered in the darkness.Mary followed the sound of her voice until she felt the chill emanating from the stone wal
“There’s my bride now,” Duncan said, as he turned from his conversation with the priest.His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and he studied her intently, almost as if he were warning her of the consequences if she refused.God, help me.The priest cleared his throat and focused his attention on Mary.
His clothing was immaculate, as though it had never seen a day on the battlefield. She knew better. She’d mended too many soldiers who’d crossed paths with him. Soft leather trews and a dark green tunic with boots that looked too new. At his side, his sword gleamed in the sunlight, the blade honed







