The man actually paled and Triona was compelled to say, “’Tis nay so verra dangerous, either, Sir Brian MacFingal. Just nay verra good, as it could cause her to feel a wee bit ill or the like.”
“She lost a bairn once, and she is terrified that she will lose this one. ’Tis why I cannae understand why she did this.”
“This is nay my business, but since ye are here in my home, if I might just ask ye something?”
“Ask,” he said, cocking his head to the side and studying her carefully.
“Arianna was wed before, and I ken that he was a bit of a liar.” She ignored the way both men snorted in amusement at her understatement. “And that lie concerned another woman in his life.” She nodded when Sir Brian’s eyes widened. “Watching her just now, I thought it seemed that she was far too upset about this, and I couldnae think it was just because she is with child. I wonder if there is something from that past, that mon and what must have been a miserable marriage, that has added to her upset. I am nay sure but . . .”
“Ye are right,” he said. “I was so angry that she left, put herself and the bairn at risk when she should have just stayed and talked to me, that I wasnae thinking clearly. I must think on this.” He started to walk away and then stopped to look at her. “That is, if we are welcome to stay for a wee while.”
“Oh, aye. I will see to finding ye all some place to sleep.”
As she watched Sir Brian walk away, part of Triona had to fight the urge to do a little dance at the thought of having seven more big, strong warriors at Banuilt. Her more sensible side began to wonder how she would feed so many men. It also wanted her to pause and think of how angry this would make Sir John.
“This willnae please Sir John,” murmured Brett.
She frowned at him. “Just what I was thinking, but I would rather ye didnae remind me of it. For just a wee while I wanted to be happy to have a few more big, strong warriors about.” She sighed. “But, aye, and he will hear about it soon. I have no idea how he will react to it, either, so no way to protect myself from whate’er he decides to do.”
“Increase the watch.”
“Aye, that is at least something.”
“And I believe I will gather up a few men and go hunting. Big, strong warriors can empty a larder verra quickly.”
“Oh, thank ye. Thank ye so much. I was a wee bit worried about that.”
Brett reached out and pulled her into his arms. “I think it would be nice if ye thanked me with a kiss.”
“Ye havenae caught anything yet.” She grinned when he laughed.
He kissed her before she had even stopped laughing, catching her with her lips parted. Triona had to cling to him to steady herself as he kissed her with such passion it made her head spin. She was still clinging to him when he began to pull away. It took her a moment to clear her head enough to realize she still clutched his plaid, and she quickly released him. Her only comfort was that he was breathing as heavily as she was. Then he gave her a grin and walked away.
“That be a verra fine mon, lass,” Nessa said, and then laughed when Triona squeaked in surprise at her approach. “That one be a mon a lass should try to hold on to.”
“He is only here because of his cousin, Nessa,” Triona said, fighting down the embarrassment she felt over being caught kissing a man.
“Doesnae mean he might nay be persuaded to stay when she leaves. Ye should work on that.”
Triona watched Nessa walk away and sighed. Aside from the fact that she was not even sure if she wanted another husband, she had no idea how to
work on that
as Nessa suggested. She had known no men before Boyd, and he had not taught her anything about how a man and woman flirted or played lovers’ games. Despite having been married for six years and becoming a mother, she had all the experience in love of a sheltered virgin. And, she confessed only to herself, it was love she wanted if she ever let a man into her life again.
Shaking aside all thoughts of the handsome Sir Brett Murray declaring his love for her, Triona went to find her cousin. It did not surprise her to find Arianna sprawled on her bed, a linen cloth clutched in her hand and tears trickling down her cheeks. Finding a woman who was with child, crying, was all too normal.
“Cousin,” she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed, “ye should try to keep in your mind that the mon came after ye, hunted ye down.”
“MacFingals are verra skilled at hunting people down,” Arianna murmured.
“Did he explain why he ne’er mentioned his first wife?”
“Aye, he forgot.” She nodded when Triona grimaced. “He said there was naught to tell. He wed her, moved to her clan’s lands, they had a verra short marriage, she died, and he came home empty-handed and then decided to make his own fortune.”
“Nay the best of answers for all your questions, true enough. I did have the thought, however, that ye may be letting some of what happened in your first marriage disrupt this one.”
Arianna frowned. “I do my best to try to forget that marriage, as it was a miserable one and a lie.”
“Exactly. It was a lie. He already had a wife before he e’en wed ye.”
Triona waited as she watched Arianna think about that for a moment. She hoped her cousin was as sharp of wit as she thought, because it would be hard to try to explain what she thought the woman was doing. And if Arianna did not see how she was letting the lies of her first marriage affect her judgment of her new husband, it would be difficult to get her to believe it. Yet, Triona was sure that was exactly what Arianna was doing.
“Weel, aye, but his wife was still alive,” Arianna grumbled and then blushed. “Aye, I ken what ye are saying. And ye may weel be right. It was the lie, but, even more important, it was a lie about a first wife. I can see now that that may have been part of what made me so blindingly angry.”
“It may have also made ye see it as far more humiliating than it was. Mayhap made you think those who care for ye see ye as a blind fool, when they ne’er did.”
“Oh, be quiet.” Arianna laughed and dried her face. “Aye, it was a bad memory as much as anything. The MacFingals are probably wondering if I have gone mad, running off as I did. They certainly wouldnae have seen anything truly wrong with Brian forgetting about his first wife or simply nay thinking it worth mentioning.”
“I will admit that I think the mon deserves some scolding simply because he forgot his first wife and she deserves some sort of place in his memory, nay matter how brief or rare it might be. On the other hand, it does tell ye that e’en though he ran off with a woman meant to be his brother’s bride, something we women would see as romantic and passionate and all, he didnae truly love her, did he. A part of me would find that verra acceptable.”
“And now that ye mention it, I can see that, and, aye, a part of me finds that verra acceptable indeed. Poor Mavis. Forgotten and ne’er truly loved, either. Verra sad. But, as for that fool of a husband now stomping about your keep, I willnae let him just come and take me home. He needs to suffer just a wee bit, I think.”
Triona nodded. “He does indeed.”
“And I will keep in mind that I am making him pay for things Claud did. Brian isnae anything like Claud. I do ken that my Brian loves me, but he needs to ken that that means I shouldnae find out about things like a first wife from others. He should tell me such things.”
“Weel, he will be staying until ye forgive him, so I had best go and sort out places for him and his men to sleep.” She stood up and brushed down her skirts. “It might help to nay call him a dimwitted, rutting bastard whose brains are all in his braes, too.” She laughed along with Arianna.
“Thank ye for watching out for her,” Brian said to Brett as they stood on the walls of Banuilt and looked out over the land. “I was stunned to find her gone. She has been so afeared of losing this bairn, I just didnae believe she could ride away like that.”
“Forgetting a first wife can leave the second wife feeling a wee bit uncertain,” said Brett.
“And that lass of yours has it right. My Arianna has already been cursed by one mon who lied about having a wife. I should have thought of that, should have remembered that, for it was a sore hurt on her pride that took a long time to heal. It explains how out of reason angry she is.”
“I am nay sure I would tell your wife that she is being out of reason angry. Lassies dinnae usually appreciate that.”
“I am nay a complete idiot.”
“I have to say, it surprised me that ye could forget a first wife.”
“It was five years ago and lasted but weeks. And I didnae love her. Lusted after her and lusted after all she could give me if I wed her. I could see that Gregor didnae want her, so I took my chance. Didnae work, and I swore I wouldnae try to gain land or coin that way again. I was done with that game. So, I fixed my poor wee mind on trading, and that was near all I thought on until I met Arianna. And what I have with her, weel, let us just say that Mavis wasnae e’en a shadow in the back of my mind when I looked at Arianna. Mavis deserved better, but there is the sad truth of it.”
“And that is exactly what ye should say to your wife when she decides to speak to ye again. Truly, Brian. Tell her just that.”
“I will then. So, tell me what the trouble is here.”
“How do ye ken there is trouble here?”
“I looked about as I rode here to find my foolish wife. ’Tis clear to see. Just nay sure how bad it is. Now that I am here and may be staying for a wee while, I would like to ken what is happening. I trust that ye would ne’er put Arianna in danger, so ’tis something else. Ye now have me and six MacFingals, so tell me and we will see how we can help.”
Brett nodded and proceeded to tell Brian everything. The kind of skills and knowledge the MacFingals had would indeed be very helpful. There might now be a chance to truly put an end to all the trouble Sir John was causing. Only a madman would keep trying to ruin Banuilt and starve its people when faced with the force Triona could now call upon. What Brett feared, though, was that Sir John was not exactly sane when it came to possessing Banuilt and Triona.
Chapter Seven
Brett was impressed by Triona’s skill on a horse. She did not slow them down at all, leading them with a swift grace to the pasture where the sheep had been grazing. It surprised him that the Banuilt men with her were nearly as good as she was, for he knew that they were just villagers, not born into a life of horses and weapons. However, the way they had all responded to the report of the theft of their flock revealed that they had skills that he could hone as he trained them. It had also surprised him that it had taken Sir John two days to try anything after the arrival of even more men at Banuilt, for he had been sure the man would have immediately tested the new, added strength of the place.
When Triona halted and quickly dismounted, Brett moved fast to reach her side, his sword drawn as he watched for any threat to her. She grabbed a bag from her saddle and rushed to where two men were sprawled on the ground. Brett told her men to guard them well and then told his own to have a good look around the area. If there was any sign of the thieves, Harcourt and the others would find it. He could see that the MacFingals with them were already tracking the thieves, as well. The best discovery they could make would be a trail that led straight to Sir John Grant’s gates, for it would give them hard proof of his crimes against Banuilt.
“Alive?” he asked Triona as she knelt by the two unconscious men and looked them over.
“Aye,” she replied. “Naught but a sound knock on the back of the head for Ian and what looks to have been a hard blow to the jaw for Robbie.” She took a rag from her bag, wet it with some water from her wineskin, and began to gently clean off the men’s wounds. “I think they will rouse soon.”
“So the thieves may still be close at hand.”
“We always seem to be too late to catch them. We wouldnae have kenned about this attack so quickly if I hadnae started to put a watch o’er the fields and stock.”
Brett thought on the young boy who had run to them with the news about the theft of the sheep. “Ye use the children.” She blushed, looking distressed and guilty, and he hastened to add, “I meant nay criticism of it.”
“I cannae help but think that I deserve some. About a fortnight ere ye arrived, I had the thought that a warning of some kind might be enough to gain us a chance to catch the ones doing this to us. Yet I have so few men to defend the manor and village, I couldnae think of how to do that. That was when I thought the children could help. Only the older children, with the youngest amongst them watching the land nearest the safety of the walls. Poor Donald fell asleep, or we would have already learned that e’en a quicker warning wouldnae help. He was watching o’er the cattle that were taken.”
She sighed and sat back on her heels, waiting for the men to wake. “Since it hasnae worked as I had hoped it would, I might as weel end it and send the children home.”
“But it has worked,” said Brett. “If luck is with us, we may e’en catch the men who did this. I do think we have a verra good chance of retrieving many of the sheep that were taken, e’en if the thieves get away. We arrived here but moments after the thieves fled with the sheep.”
“How do ye ken that?”
Brett pointed to the marks upon the ground all around them. “This is all but newly done. And the wounds the men have shouldnae keep them asleep for verra long, yet they dinnae show any sign of rousing yet. I suspicion the men who did this are nay too far away, especially as they are herding sheep as they flee. Or attempting to.”
Triona laughed shortly and shook her head. “I was so concerned about my men that I didnae think about the sheep.” She looked at the dog that was resting its head on Ian’s narrow chest. “Those men certainly willnae get verra far with ease, without the help of Dun here. E’en if the men escape us, they will be leaving many if nay all of the sheep behind.” She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned down at the two unconscious men. “Yet, in its way, this is blood spilled, isnae it. And I placed a child near all this.”
“This is naught of any true importance. This was but a way to keep from hurting these men e’en more than this. I ken that, looking at them lying there like that, ye may find this hard to believe, but this really isnae blood spilled. This is trying verra hard to nay spill any blood. The thieves didnae ken about the lad watching them. It would have been quicker, safer, and would have better ensured a successful escape if they had killed these men. E’en if they had seen the child, I doubt they would have hurt him, so ye got the warning ye so needed.”
“Weel, ye may be right, but I still believe I shall think hard about any continued use of the children.”
“While ye think on it, keep in mind that Callum has said nothing. If he thought the children ill-used or placed in danger, he would have told ye so.”
“Ah, I hadnae thought on that. Aye, he would have.”
“And I will now go and help my friends with their hunting, as ’tis easy to see that there is no threat here for ye. We may be fortunate and finally gain ye the proof ye need to point the finger of blame for all your troubles right at Sir John.”
Triona watched Brett leave and sighed again. It would indeed be good if they caught some of Sir John’s men, but she was not sure that would give her the proof she needed to openly accuse Sir John of causing all the trouble at Banuilt. Whoever they caught could simply claim that they had done all of it without their laird’s knowledge. Sir Brett did not appear to understand just how hard it would be for her to accuse Sir John of anything without bringing more trouble down upon her shoulders. Not only was the man close friends with their liege laird but he had many friends, and even some kinsmen, in the king’s court. Sir John’s kin might be distant, the blood tie thin, but they would stand behind him before they would ever listen to her. Their liege laird had already shown her how little weight her word carried in comparison to Sir John’s.
Ian groaned, drawing her attention. She quickly ordered two men to come and help her. It was several moments before either Robbie or Ian was conscious enough to sit up, but her concern over how badly they were hurt quickly faded. Sir Brett had judged the matter right. The injuries done the two men were just enough to allow the thieves to escape.
“Them bastards took our flock,” grumbled Ian as he looked around, all the while patting Dun, and then he glanced at Triona and blushed. “Pardon, m’lady.”
She waved aside his apology. “They deserve whate’er one wishes to call them. Weel, mayhap ’tis fair to say that their laird, Sir John, deserves it. Did ye e’en see who it was, Ian?”
“I didnae see anything. Just felt me head break all of a sudden.”
“I saw them, m’lady,” said Robbie, rubbing his hand over his bruised jaw. “They were Sir John’s men. Nay doubt about it. I saw Duncan, a mon I have kenned for years and who was wooing me cousin Meg e’er this trouble started. Nay sure about the one what hit me, but he did say he was sorry. And isnae that a strange thing, aye?”
“Aye, but it strengthens a feeling I have had recently,” said Triona. “I have begun to wonder if the men simply do Sir John’s bidding, and do so verra reluctantly. I just couldnae believe his men could be as incompetent as they appear to be.” She stood up and brushed off her skirts. “Let us get ye both back to the manor now.”
“Och, nay, m’lady,” said Ian. “We need to wait and see if any of the flock is returned. E’en if it is, we may still have to go asearching for some. We will be fine. We were nay hurt bad.”
“Then I shall leave some of these men with you. Sir Brett, Sir Brian, and their men may have some need of all of ye when they return. Sir Brett believed the thieves couldnae have gotten far.”
“Hope the mon proves to be right.”
So did Triona. She briefly thought about staying, waiting for Sir Brett herself, and then shook that thought aside. He knew what was needed, as did the MacFingals. There was no need of her staying here any longer. She mounted her horse and, with three men to guard her, made her way back to the manor.
Brian sat on his horse next to Brett and shook his head as they watched the thieves struggle to move the sheep along. “Idiots.”
“Nay, just nay shepherds. Sir John sent the wrong men after the flock.”
“Weel, that may be true, but I was thinking more on how they are nay paying any mind to anything but those cursed sheep. Our men have them completely encircled and they havenae e’en noticed. So, do we kill the fools, or nay?”
“Nay. Most of the people at Banuilt dinnae seem to really blame Sir John’s men. And it appears there has always been a lot of mingling amongst the two clans. I would just as soon catch them alive, too, for one ne’er kens when one of them may have had enough of this and will be willing to tell us—and anyone else—just what his laird has been doing.”
“Alive it is, then.”
Brian signaled the men surrounding the thieves by bellowing out a war cry that left Brett’s ears ringing. Laughing softly, he rode toward Sir John’s men. The capture of the six thieves was so quick and easy that Brett was a little disappointed. The hunt and preparing for the capture had fired his blood for a fight, but Sir John’s men, after a fruitless scramble to run away, offered none.
He ordered the captives to herd the sheep back to where they had found them, as he, Brian, and the others rode guard on them. It was a slow journey, for none of Sir John’s men appeared to know anything about how to handle sheep. The MacFingals proved more skilled at it, and Brett suspected that skill harked back to a past that included a lot of raids. After turning the flock over to Ian and Robbie, they then herded the captives back to the manor.
“A shame they didnae fight,” said Brian as he dismounted and stood next to Brett to watch the prisoners taken away. “I was hoping for just a wee battle.”
“Still nay back in your wife’s favor?” Brett grinned when Brian glared at him.
“She is being stubborn. I told her what ye said I should, and she has ceased to glare and bellow at me, but she says she needs to consider what to do next. I have no idea what she means by that. Told her that her considering better nay include leaving me. She rolled her eyes at me and walked away.”
Brett laughed. “She is just making ye suffer for a wee while.”
“I thought that may be it. Weel, at least there is work to do here. That lass of yours needs help, and it does me good to offer some.”
“She isnae really my lass, Brian.”
“Why not? I see the way she looks at ye when ye are nay looking at her, which is rare. She could be your lass, and she would be a good one to choose.”
“Because of all this?” Brett asked, spreading his arms to indicate Banuilt.
“That doesnae hurt, but nay. Just something in the way she looks at ye. ’Tis nay just a lusting. Nay a look like some of the other lassies here are giving the men. There is more, and it is the more that does a mon good.”
“I ken it. I am just nay sure it would be right of me to act upon it.”
“Weel, think on it then. I need some ale to wash the dust from my throat and clear the stink of sheep from my head.”
Brian strode toward the manor and Brett followed him. He liked the idea that there was more in the looks Triona gave him than a mere lusting. He had had his share of women who gave him the simple lust he had looked for but had quickly tired of them. It had not been anywhere near as fulfilling as what he had shared with Brenda, and he knew that was because what they had shared had been that
more
Brian spoke of. He wanted that again, but he was not sure his own guilt and ghosts would allow it.
Triona and her women had drink and some light fare ready for them, and Brett sat down to enjoy it. He smiled at her when she sat down across the table from him and smiled a little wider when she blushed faintly. There was more there than lust between them, and it tempted him to try for it more and more each day.
“So the sheep have been returned to their field?” she asked.
“They have,” he replied. “Ian said a few were missing but that Dun would soon collect them. Sir John sent out men who had nay idea of how to move a flock of sheep, and were easily followed and caught. I assume ye will want to talk to them.”
“Aye, although I doubt they will give up their laird. Bad as he is, he is their laird, and the Gormfeurach men are verra loyal. They truly do see the laird as almost part of the land they have been born in and love.”
“And thus far he hasnae asked them to kill anyone.”
“There is that. Although—” She hesitated to speak of her doubts about what had really happened to her men.
“Although what?”
“Weel, I have begun to wonder about my men again,” she confessed, and began to think on how to explain her worries and suspicions without sounding foolish.
“The ones who left ye in a keep with nay a decent guard, just so they could go and fight for someone else?” asked Brian.
Triona sighed. “I ken it was bad of them, but, weel, ye would have had to have been here. We had all suffered from the fever. Most everyone had a loved one die. Naught got done as we fought to save those we could and bury the far too many we couldnae save. So the harvest was going to be poor, the weaving nay done, many of the skilled workers were gone and would need to be replaced, and what money we had here was going to have to be used to fill the larder. Then some man comes along and tells them of a way to get some money doing something they have been doing all their lives, using their skill with a sword. It was too tempting and, mayhap, they just needed to get away from this place for a wee while.”
Brian slowly nodded. “Aye, I can see that. But ye now wonder if they actually did that?”
“Aye, for there has been no word from them. I ken few of them could write, but there must be priests and monks in France, men who would write a letter that could be sent. And, aye, I ken it would take a long time to get here, but it has been almost two years. We havenae e’en had a dead or wounded mon returned here for burying or tending to. That isnae usual, is it?”