Terri Brisbin Highlander Bundle

by TERRI BRISBIN

  And, if he happened to catch a glimpse of Lilidh as she passed through on her way to Isla, well, that was good too. There would be so few days left to them now and he would take advantage of every hour of them.

  * * *

  Symon left Rob and went to see his sister. So many things did not make sense now. Rob did not reject his ideas as Tyra said he would—not about defence or even about changes to some of the farms. So, as he approached her chamber, he decided that he was not so opposed to some of the things Rob wanted to do.

  And he would tell Tyra exactly that.

  Walking through the hall and up to the tower that held their chambers, Symon realised that Tyra was beginning to overstep her place. He’d heard about her striking Lilidh MacLerie and leaving a mark. If she’d stayed away from Rob’s chambers as he’d ordered, that would not have happened.

  He knocked and entered without waiting. She should be waiting on him since he’d told her he would come directly here after meeting with Rob and the elders. Instead of her maids attending her, a man he did not know stood there speaking to her.

  ‘Who are you?’ he asked, walking towards them. He’d not seen the man before. ‘What business do you have here?’

  ‘Symon, this is Connell from the stables. My horse has thrown a shoe and injured her leg. Connell was bringing me news of what needs to be done.’ Tyra ushered the man out as Symon watched. Once the door was closed, he berated her.

  ‘Where are your maids? He should not be here in your chambers without a chaperon of some kind. Servant or not.’

  ‘Aye, you are right, Symon,’ Tyra said, nodding her head. ‘The maids left but a moment before you arrived. I am surprised you did not pass them in the corridor.’ She filled a cup and offered it to him. ‘Sit and tell me what happened?’ When he sat in one of the chairs, she knelt down before him and sat on her heels, looking up at him.

  ‘He was angry about me speaking in front of the

  MacLeries,’ he began.

  ‘Of course he was! You took the strongest position and defended the clan’s honour as he should have done.’ She patted his leg and smiled at him. Sometimes he forgot that she had been his biggest supporter after their mother died.

  * * *

  By the time he left her chambers, Symon’s anger was stoked again over the demeaning way he was being treated when he should be laird and chief. And if someone needed to make that clear, not only to Rob and his cronies, but also to the high-and-mighty MacLeries, well then, who better than him to do it?

  * * *

  Lilidh left Rob’s chambers, following Ranald down the stairs. His bulk filled the stone stairway and, at least, she knew if she stumbled, he would block her fall. Her leg seemed stronger over the last day or so and the time it took to reach the bottom was much less than the last time. She paused once there and looked around, hoping and dreading that she would catch a glimpse of her cousins Duncan and Rurik.

  They walked through the empty hall and down the corridor to the chamber where Isla stayed. Opening the door for her, Ranald stepped aside so she could enter and then closed the door behind her. Isla slept—once more or still she knew not—and Lilidh sat down at her side. Only a short time had passed when the door opened next. Expecting Siusan with some chore or to see to Isla, her mother entered.

  ‘Rob let you back in? I am surprised!’ she said, rising to greet her mother.

  ‘As am I,’ her mother replied, laughing. Then she turned her attentions to the woman on the bed. ‘Does she sleep constantly?’

  ‘No, Mother. She wakes and sleeps throughout the day.’

  ‘A better sign than sleeping all the time, I think.’ Her mother turned and sat on the other stool facing the bed and Lilidh. ‘So, now that we have some privacy, can you tell me what happened?’

  ‘Did Duncan send you on this mission, then? You must bring back information he can use?’ she asked, only half in jest.

  ‘I will tell him what you say I can, but nothing you do not wish to share.’

  Why did she feel like crying now? She had never cried when attacked or brought here. Only the news of her maid Isla’s death and the others killed when she was taken brought her to tears. And when she thought she’d lost Rob. Even as a girl, she did not surrender to tears often. But now? One look at her mother’s soft expression of concern and she was lost.

  One moment she was thinking about how strong she needed to be and the next one found her wrapped in her mother’s comforting embrace, crying out a list of emotions she could not name.

  ‘Easy now, sweetling,’ her mother whispered, rocking her to and fro as she held her tightly. ‘Worry not, let it out,’ she said. And Lilidh did.

  It was a short while before she could stop the tears. Then, a few more minutes before she could speak.

  ‘Just tell me the daft man did not force you,’ her mother said, under her breath with more than a hint of hostility in her voice. Her mother did not suffer fools well or easy.

  ‘Oh, no,’ Lilidh said, sitting up and wiping her face. ‘Never.’

  Her mother gave her the strangest look then, as though suddenly realising something or recognising something she’d not seen or known before. ‘You still love him?’

  ‘Iain?’ she replied, misunderstanding apurpose. ‘I did care for him.’ She looked away then, not daring to meet her mother’s astute gaze.

  ‘He broke your heart and yet you still carry soft feelings for him.’ Her mother knew.

  ‘I did not know it until now.’

  ‘Was it wise to go to his bed? I know you are a widow, Lilidh, and some might look the other way at a widow seeking some happiness, but this will only complicate matters.’

  ‘I needed to know, Mother,’ she admitted in a whisper. ‘That must sound scandalous, but ’tis the truth.’

  ‘And he has not offered for you?’ Her mother watched her intently now.

  ‘Father would never accept him. You know that. Not after what he did before and now this.’

  ‘Your father can be quite hard-headed,’ she began. Lilidh laughed over her choice of words.

  ‘Rob said the same thing about himself. I am content that I had this chance to see how it could be between us.’

  ‘Content?’ her mother asked, smoothing her hair from her face. ‘Content?’

  Thinking about their time together these last several nights, Lilidh knew she was content with her decision. ‘Yes, Mother. Content. Rob is trying to do his best for his clan in this, so there can be nothing more for us than what we have shared.’

  ‘He asked for gold, you know. He demanded gold for your return.’

  She shrugged. ‘They are not a wealthy clan. We are. It would seem a fair exchange. An honourable way out for both sides, especially since this was not Rob’s idea.’ As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she’d not revealed that bit. It would reveal how Rob’s position here was precarious and give her cousin more power in the stalemate. If her mother realised the significance of it, she did not show it.

  Her mother stood then and paced around the room a few times. Never a good sign, Lilidh waited as her mother gathered the nerve to say what she had to say.

  ‘I would think you would want him skinned alive for what he did to you, Lilidh. Why are you not screaming for his head? Demanding his death? Asking that your father destroy this keep and him?’

  Lilidh pondered her mother’s words. For a long time after Rob had disavowed her, she had thought of nothing but one or two hundred different ways in which he could die—and all of them terrible. But now? After he’d protected her from harm, shared his own fears with her, and after they’d made enough memories to last the rest of her life without him, she understood the duty they each had to carry out.

  ‘Because I have learned about duty, Mother. As has Rob.’ Lilidh stood then and faced her mother. ‘Whatever happened between us those years ago, it is over between us. Why bring death and destruction to people who had nothing to do with anything in the past?’

  A f
licker of something passed over her mother’s face just then. Something that resembled guilt. Which reminded Lilidh of a question of her own. ‘Why did you write to Rob when I was about to marry Iain?’

  ‘He told you? I would have thought he would keep it a secret since he had not the decency to respond.’

  ‘Mother, he never received your letter. His father did and kept it from him,’ she explained. ‘But why did you send it? Father made his feelings about Rob and the Mathesons quite clear.’

  Her mother shook her head and shrugged. ‘’Twas a mistaken notion, that is all.’

  She would have asked more about that, but they were interrupted when Siusan arrived. They spent most of the afternoon there, speaking to Isla when she would rouse, helping her wash and eat, and chatting quietly when she slept. Siusan and her mother renewed their acquaintance, for apparently Siusan’s cousin yet lived in Lairig Dubh and owed some debt to her mother that neither woman would identify, but both accepted.

  * * *

  A few hours passed before a guard came to escort Lilidh back to Rob’s chambers. If her mother had an opinion, which from the fire in her eyes, she did, she never spoke about it. After a farewell hug, her mother followed another guard out. They were walking towards the stairway when Symon approached with his sister. If Lilidh backed a step away, she could not help it—she expected the worst. Ranald motioned for her to come along and she did, but she had a bad feeling about this.

  Symon greeted her mother with a respectful bow and then stood at her side as Tyra engaged her in a conversation over some matter. As Lilidh left, Rob, Duncan and the others entered the hall to return to their encampment outside the walls. Before they climbed up the three flights of steps, something happened and the sounds of a scuffle or fight, yelling and cursing echoed up through the stairway.

  Though she wanted to go back, Ranald took her by the arms and guided her, with force but not harm, the rest of the way. If he hastened her entrance into the bedchamber, it was without malice, and after warning the guard on duty to be alert, Ranald ran back down the stairs. She called out after she heard the bar drop, but the guard, someone she had not seen before, did not answer her.

  Minutes passed like hours as she waited for some explanation and to learn if her mother was safe. Symon had done something, possibly something dangerous, most likely something stupid, which would cause more problems for Rob. She could not figure out if Symon wanted to destroy only Rob or the whole Matheson clan.

  She stood by the window, staring out as the fires began to light up the forest outside the walls. Staying back in the shadows, she wondered if this was her last night with Rob. Walking to ease the tightness in her leg, she thought about how she felt about leaving him now. Maybe the talk about him with her mother had forced her to consider it more intensely than the scandalous, superficial reason she’d given her mother.

  Regardless, she knew she would hurt deeply after she left him than she had when he left her. Though she’d like to think that this time for them had been only about pleasures of the flesh, her heart knew it had been more. And knew it could be more between them.

  Yet he would not admit it or explain the whole of how the chasm had opened between them and their fathers. Oh, Rob knew more than he was saying and he was leaving something unspoken, but she did not know how to pry it from him. She almost had the feeling he was protecting her somehow, or thought he was.

  Well, she thought as she pushed away all the questions and thought about the coming night, she would take the hours she had left with him. And she would treasure every last moment.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Dougal argued with him, just as he expected, but he gave in and accompanied Rob to his chambers where Lilidh waited. Did she have any idea of the complete catastrophe he’d barely managed to avoid in the hall? Now, his friend trudged up the stairs and along the corridor with him, silent except for an occasional curse aimed at him.

  Daft, imbecile, stupid and bedamned seemed to be among the ones he favoured for now. It would have been funny, except for the gravity of the whole situation.

  Once more Symon had stepped in and caused trouble. This time, keeping Lady MacLerie from leaving nearly resulted in several deaths. Symon’s own was only prevented by his unconscious condition—and the chains that bound him in a small room near the kitchens. Rob could take no more chances by leaving him free. Now Lilidh’s mother resided with her maid, under guard, until Rob could speak to Duncan in the morning and clear this up. Hopefully, he would find a way to solve the matter of Lilidh MacLerie.

  Now he stood before his bedchamber door, not knowing what to expect inside. Had she seen the dagger in her mother’s side? Did she hear Symon’s threats? Or had Ranald already removed her from it? Dougal whispered something about changing his mind, so Rob lifted the latch and entered alone.

  She stood by the window, barely visible in the shadows, staring out into the forest. He walked to her side and watched the flickering lights of the campfires glowing in the night’s darkness. He reached up and put his hands on her shoulders, pulling her against him and inhaling the scent of her...while he could.

  ‘What happened, Rob?’ she asked. He felt her inhale and hold a breath while waiting for him to answer. He let out the one he’d been holding.

  ‘Symon took your mother prisoner at knifepoint.’ There really was no way of saying it gently. ‘She is well and I’ve sent word that she will be returned to your cousins on the morrow,’ he added.

  ‘May I see her?’ she asked.

  ‘Not now. Things have only just settled down. Fear not, she is comfortable and has not been hurt.’

  She turned to him and searched his face. ‘But you have been hurt.’ Lilidh reached up and touched the edge of his jaw where Symon had managed to get a punch in before being subdued.

  ‘I need to speak to you about something important, Lilidh,’ he began. ‘This becomes more dangerous with each day and...I worry about what will happen to you if this ends badly for me.’

  ‘Rob, you will get us through this, you promised,’ she said, stroking his arm now. He smiled at her determination and her faith, especially when his was failing him.

  ‘Dougal is waiting outside. He will be our witness.’

  The frown lay across her brow and forehead at his words. He was mucking this up. ‘We have had relations. There might be a consequence.’

  She shook her head at his words. Then she realised of what he spoke. ‘Why do we need a witness?’

  ‘I would handfast with you in the old ways so that you have the protection of my name if anything happens to me. Dougal has sworn to keep this a secret between us, unless you need to use it.’

  ‘You think you are going to die.’

  There were many possibilities, but with the way that he was being undermined, opposed and ignored, most of them were not good outcomes. If she was with child, handfasting would give her some legal protections. If not, they could simply choose to ignore it. He would not hold her to the ‘year and a day’ tenet and keep her from moving on with her life.

  ‘Things have escalated. If whoever is trying to kill me within the clan does not succeed, there is every possibility that your father will once he hears about our violation in the truce and hospitality we offered.’ Rob could still not believe Symon’s actions. Once again, his cousin’s actions were indefensible.

  ‘But you did not—’ she began. He touched his finger to her lips.

  ‘It matters not, Lilidh. I am laird. I am responsible.’

  The sound of shuffling feet and a man not trying to be discreet interrupted them. Dougal would leave soon if he did not open the door.

  ‘Will you, Lilidh? Will you accept the protection I offer and handfast with me?’

  He wanted nothing more than to tell her of the love in his heart for her, but that would make this something more serious, more permanent, and he could not offer her that.

  Tears filled her beautiful green eyes then and they trickled down her cheeks when she
nodded. He pulled a length of plaid from the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders and then opened the door to let Dougal in.

  ‘My lady,’ Dougal said, bowing to her. ‘A strange business in the middle of the night.’

  Rob put his arm around Lilidh’s shoulders and took her left hand in his. Clearing his throat, he tried to say the right words so that they were bound but not so tightly that she could not escape this as soon as she was safe.

  ‘Lilidh MacLerie, I take you as my wife, before this witness, and pledge that you have the protection of my name and this vow for a year and a day,’ he said. Dougal handed him a strip of their clan’s plaid and he wrapped it around their joined hands. Then he waited for her to say the words.

  Her voice came out as a whisper, soft and gentle, as she spoke, her eyes staring into his as she uttered the words of joining.

  ‘Rob Matheson, I take you as my husband, before this witness, and pledge my faithfulness to you and to this vow for a year and a day.’ She wrapped the plaid strip once more around their hands and looked up at him. Rob leaned down and kissed her mouth to seal the vows.

  ‘You are both fools and I have witnessed it,’ Dougal said, cursing again before he walked away towards the door.

  ‘Thank you, Dougal,’ Rob offered, but Dougal left without stopping or looking back.

  Rob poured himself some whisky and filled a cup with wine for Lilidh, handing it to her while trying to gauge her reaction to the last few minutes. She walked over and sat on the long bench where she’d sat with her mother earlier.

  Dazed and confused. Lovely and exhausted. His wife and the love of his heart.

  But that was only temporary and, once any danger was over for her, it would be over, as well.

  ‘What happened at your meeting with Duncan? Did something there cause Symon to act this way?’

  ‘Lilidh, I cannot understand him at all. At times he is reasonable.’ At her expression—one of complete disbelief—he laughed and nodded. ‘No, truly, sometimes he is quite rational. Then he acts like this, as he did when he kidnapped you, and I am left wondering if he is insane.’ He let out a breath. ‘And I got the sense that Duncan is delaying. This is not something that should take days of negotiating, but he seems to treat it as such.’