Read The Inscription Online

Authors: Pam Binder

Tags: #Action & Adventure, #Scotland, #General, #Romance, #Historical, #Fiction

The Inscription (2 page)

Through the mist-shrouded waters of an enchanted sea,

the Guardian will be summoned.

The seasons will alter their natural course.

The barriers of time will be broken.

And a woman, with hair of burnished gold, will be pulled from the depths of Loch Ness.

It is she who will bring the knowledge and the courage of generations yet unborn.

And a wisdom that will guide the chosen one out of his darkness.

But the waters will reclaim her once again, if, after the passage of one full moon,

the immortal she was sent to heal accepts not the power of Eternal Love.

He put one hand on the stone ledge, feeling the strength of the castle walls beneath his fingers. Those entrusted to his care gave their loyalty to him gladly.

His people resisted change and were suspicious of things that could not be explained. Impenetrable as Urquhart appeared, he knew it could be breached if a weakness were discovered. The woman lying on his bed could well be that weakness. Marcail’s explanation of the woman’s presence would establish her place in the castle. He would announce their betrothal to the people and the date would be set a year and a day hence. No one would question the Highland tradition of handfasting. The alternative, to say he believed her connected to a legend, would open questions he was not prepared to answer.

MacDougal stirred beside him. The animal had kept vigil with him throughout the night Lachlan reached down and scratched the wolfhound behind its ear. Lachlan’s muscles felt tight and sore from a sleepless night. He longed to be out on the training field, but he would wait until she awoke.

The candle on the table had burned low and flickered as a cool breeze drifted through the open window. He rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand. The easy part had been the plan for the betrothal, the difficult territory lay before him. He would have to convince the woman the plan was sound, not an easy task. Women were not rational creatures, although he would not choose to share his opinion with Marcail.

His intended rolled over on her back and mumbled a few words he did not understand. MacDougal growled, but the dog’s tail wagged, disturbing the rushes strewn on the floor.

“Patience, old friend.”

She turned toward him and her eyes opened. She moved quickly to the far side of the bed. Her wary gaze lingered on the knife strapped to his waist, and then on the wolfhound.

“Fear not, lass. MacDougal looks fierce enough but has a gentle heart.”

As he watched, she gathered the covers closer about her chin. Her hand trembled as she brushed hair from her face and looked around the room.

“Where am I?”

Lachlan held his breath. Her voice was soft and lyrical. He had to lean forward to hear her words. It was almost as though she were speaking to herself, instead of to him, and he could see her fear. Adept at its detection, he had often used this ability to his advantage. But he had no wish to use such tactics on her. His sister had often accused him of shouting out commands when he spoke. He endeavored to keep his voice low.

“You are at the castle. I pulled you from Loch Ness and brought you here. I am Lachlan MacAlpin, of the Clan MacAlpin.”

She hesitated. “My name’s Amber MacPhee and I was headed here when I fell in.” She pressed her fingers against the side of her head and grimaced. “I feel awful.”

Lachlan recalled once again the icy currents of the water. Her manner of speech was unfamiliar to him although he had traveled throughout the world,
but
that alone had not turned his blood as bitter cold as the Highland winds. Her hair shone like molten gold in the light. In the time of the Pharaohs, amber stones were said to have been kissed by the gods. Further proof the legend was coming true, or a coincidence?

The woman, Amber, looked down at the linen nightgown she wore. “Where are my clothes?”

Remembering the feel of her against his skin, his body responded and he cursed himself. He sensed she would not be pleased if she knew the state of her clothing when he had pulled her from the loch. Further, he did not need the distraction.

A knock on the door echoed through the room and brought a welcome diversion. Relief washed over him. He retreated from her question, as well as the others that plagued him, and crossed to the open door with MacDougal close at his heels.

Una stood at the entrance, carrying a tray laden with food. Steam curled from the bowl of soup and the rich aroma floated through the air. Slices of thick, dark bread lay beside the broth. A serving girl was behind Una, balancing a stack of clothes that skimmed the tip of her nose.

Lachlan took the bundle. “Molly, you should be abed waiting for that babe to be born, instead of climbing stairs.”

Molly curtsied and fled down the hall.

Lachlan turned to Una. “Did I offend her?”

“Nay, she would prefer not to mink of herself as carrying a child, since the father will not claim it.”

Behind him a log rolled and shifted in the hearth. He had never understood how a man, knowing he had fathered a child, could abandon the babe. He tore off a piece of bread from the tray, put a chunk in his mouth and gave the rest to MacDougal.

“See that Molly knows she and the bairn will be well cared for.” He balanced the bundle of clothes under his arm and reached for another piece of bread. “The woman is awake.”

He turned and saw her try to sit up, but the effort was too much and she sank back down on the pillows.

Her hair hung in soft curls at her shoulders. She was still weak, but there was a rose tint to her cheeks. He swallowed. “She looks to be well”

Amber sank lower under the covers and felt the warmth of a full-scale blush sear her cheeks. The intensity of this man’s gaze took her breath away. His deep voice echoed through the chamber. Dressed in a green plaid kilt, this man-mountain didn’t look so bad himself; if you liked the big, scruffy, bear types with broad shoulders, and piercing blue eyes. She tried to concentrate on breathing normally. It had been her Aunt Dora’s idea to come to this medieval reenactment in the first place. Amber had agreed in order to prove to the dear woman that she knew how to have fun. She had not counted on having to interact with anyone, especially someone who looked like… him. The panic quieted to a manageable level when she realized she’d have to spend her time finding a way to fish her car out of the loch. But locating her clothes would be her first order of business.

She shifted position on the bed. It crunched like cornflakes. Her head throbbed and her fingers tingled. She couldn’t tell whether her bruises were from the fall or from the mattress, but she was alive. In the bone-cold waters of Loch Ness, she’d given up hope, until a man had saved her.

Amber looked more closely. He was probably the one. He had that “savior of the world” look and wore the clothes of a Highland Laird. And his eyes… she remembered the determination reflected in them. Lachlan MacAlpin probably had a castle or two tucked away in Scotland as well. Amber could picture them: gray crumbling walls, drafty rooms, and mortgaged to the limit

She sighed. She was doing it again. The man had just rescued her from drowning and she was already trying to find a chink in his armor. Aunt Dora always said she threw a wall around her heart. Her aunt would be ecstatic over this situation. The sweet woman could play matchmaker faster than tourists flocked to Inverness to catch a glimpse of the Loch Ness Monster.

A woman with gray hair, dressed in period domes, walked toward her carrying a tray of food. She set it on
the table
.

“I am Una and by what name are you called, lass?”

“Her name is Amber.”

Una’s face crinkled up in a smile. “Do not mind our laird’s lack of manners. He thinks he must be the authority in all things.”

Amber nodded. Her strength was returning with each breath she took, but with it grew a sense of unease she couldn’t shake. She combed her ringers through her hair.

“Men are like that.”

“Aye, lass, indeed they are.” She leaned closer. “Now, it is best you eat and gather your strength.” She turned to Lachlan. “The lass needs tending, and you will get in the way.”

He walked over to the bed and set the clothes down. “Who tended her through the night?”

“You slept in the chair with that drooling beast at your feet. Now ‘tis time for you to leave. Is there not a battle for you to fight, or a knight’s head that needs a good bashing?”

Lachlan kissed Una on the cheek. “I shall have help sent to you. Take care your generous heart does not over-task your health.”

Una pushed him away. “Be mindful, lad, I could as

well say those words to you. Now, be off and take MacDougal with you. The Lady Marcail has told me of our guest’s position in the castle. Angus awaits you in the Chamber of Knowledge.“

‘Take care, Amber MacPhee. In“ less time than it takes to string a bow, Una will have you jumping in obedience to the sound of her voice.”

“I’ll be fine.” The words sounded hollow to her own ears.

He rested his hand cm the hilt of his blade and
stared back at her for so long she could hear herself breathe.

Una straightened the clothes on the bed. “Pay no attention to the laird. Tis only men that need guidance. Women are born knowing their own minds.”

Amber laughed nervously, and regretted it instantly. Her rib cage was sore. It was possible she had slammed into the steering wheel when the car hit the water. Served her right for not wearing a seat belt.

Lachlan signaled for MacDougal. “Let us leave these women alone, before I feel obliged to defend the honor of all the men in my clan.” The dog bounded to his feet and wagged his tail.

The large door closed with a solid thud. Amber thought she would feel relieved when he left, but she was as uneasy as before. The woman called Una was dressed in a long skirt, blouse and shawl in the same tartan pattern Lachlan wore. Both of their brogues were thick, and their clothes fashioned in a style that would fit comfortably into the Renaissance or Middle Ages. If she and her brother, David, hadn’t spent their summer with Aunt Dora, Amber would never have been able to understand much of what they were saying.

It was the best reenactment Amber had ever seen.

Her head began to ache again and she pressed her fingers against her temples. The last thing she remembered was the flash of lightning and a tree falling across the road.

She let her gaze wander around the room. Tapestries in vivid reds, blues and greens hung from the walls and herb scented rushes covered the floor. She marveled at how new things looked.

Una’s smile seemed to touch every corner of her face. “ ‘Tis time to eat, lass.”

Amber looked at the steaming chicken broth. Globs of fat floated on the surface. Her stomach felt as if it had just flipped over. She managed a smile.

“No, thanks, I’m not hungry. I just want to change back into my clothes and look around.”

Una’s forehead wrinkled. “The garments you were found in are beyond my skills to repair, but I have brought clothes I hope will be to your liking. It was a brave thing Laird MacAlpin did to pull you from the loch. ‘Tis said that those who go in, never come out.”

If her aunt, the eternal matchmaker, ever got wind of this guy, she’d be asking him over for dinner. Aunt Dora liked heroes. It would take Amber’s complete list of excuses to talk her way out of this one. She looked across to the hearth. Flames blazed and crack-. led in a stone fireplace as big as her mother’s walk-in closet. The noise aggravated her headache. The quicker she was out of here, the better.

“Please, do you have any aspirin? My head feels as if it’s going to burst.”

Una seemed confused. “

“Us a word with which I am not familiar.” She waved her hand in the air. “But then, there are so many visitors with strange languages that I am forever learning a word or phrase I

have never heard before. What is the meaning of the word ‘as-pir-een’?“

Amber shook her head slowly. The woman was taking her part far too seriously. “That’s okay. I’ll try not to think about it.”

Maybe the headache would go away if she ate. She reached for a piece of bread and bit into it. It was still warm and reminded her of the bread her aunt cooked on festival days. Una appeared to be waiting for her reaction. Her aunt was like that; food was the answer to everything.

Amber nodded. “Delicious.”

The woman’s easy smile returned as she offered Amber an earthenware goblet, filled with a deep red wine. “I am glad to hear the words. The laird but wants food and lots of it. Never have I heard him say whether something was to his liking or no. More than once have I thought to stuff a pie with scraps of leather and serve it to him.”

Amber waved the goblet away and wondered what the chances were of getting a cup of coffee. “Lachlan sounds like my brother. If you cut the pieces really small and smother the meat pie with a thick gravy, you might get away with it.”

“It would never work, lass.”

“Actually, it does.”

The laugh lines around Una’s eyes deepened. “You have a touch of the wee folk in you. Mayhaps it will sweep the somber cobwebs from this castle.”

Her expression darkened as she tucked strands of gray hair back in place. “ ‘Tis a long time since I have heard laughter within these walls.”

Una was talking as though this was where she lived, not just a place she came to play a part.

upstairs chambers.“ She nodded in the direction of one of two large alcoves to the right of the fireplace. ”But ‘tis the Lady Marcail who insisted this bath be prepared for you. “

Armor and weapons filled one of the alcoves, but the other held more promise. This reenactment business was going to be, at the very least, an experience she could tell her students. Straw mats covered the terra-cotta tile floor. A vibrant mural depicting Venus rising from the sea was painted across one wall. On the opposite side was a basin with a projecting trough. A raised wooden platform with a hole in the center hugged the wall next to it and a pile of green hay lay neatly stacked in a corner. Amber paused. She was as excited about medieval times as anyone else, but this was a bit too extreme even for her tastes. However, there were no visible alternatives.

She took a deep breath and stepped into the small room. It was obvious Una was proud of this place, yet it was little more than an inside version of an outhouse.


I
want to see the woman, Lachlan. You must let me see her.”

“There will be time, later, Mother, when you are stronger.” He carried her gently in his arms toward her chambers. It was like holding the wind, cold and as light as air.

Her hand clutched his arm. “This is the same as the other time. You remember my telling you of him? We found his body along the shore of Loch Ness. Strange looking keys were clenched in his hand. He was dead. Very dead. But this woman is not dead. You pulled her free of the icy waters after the Guardian brought her to us. You should have pulled the man out of the loch as well.”

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