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by Pam Binder


  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.”

  “I was in China.”

  Since her father’s death at the hand of Subedei, his mother had become less connected with the present, although her mind vividly recalled the past. The events she spoke of had occurred over sixty years ago.

  She sighed. “I think his name was Ford. Yes, that was it. That was the name we found attached to his :eyes. Ford.”

  Amber reentered the bathing room and looked around. Una was sitting in a chair facing the fire, reading a book that was bound in leather and etched with gold and red designs.

  “A good soaking in the tub will set you to feeling as night as the sun on a clear day in June. There are linens and soap Lady Marcail brought with her from ‘ranee. I shall be leaving you. The laird and his men Have appetites large enough to empty the biggest pantry, not that they will taste a thing, but I need to make sure there is food, and plenty of it.” Una laughed as she stood. She patted Amber on the cheek and handed her the book.

  “Take care with it, the laid brought it back with him from one of his travels. He said that I would enjoy the ale of the ‘Wife of Bath.’” She winked. “I cannot understand what the lad is talking about I have had my three husbands. The woman in the story had herself a fine time with five.”

  Amber smiled and opened the book as Una shuffled >out the door. It was The Canterbury Tales written in the >original Old English style on pages that resembled parchment. She turned to the “Knight’s Tale.” The condition of the book was remarkable. Her aunt had one similar to this that she kept under a glass case.

  The pages of her aunt’s book were brittle and cracked with age, and there was an inscription on the inside cover. She imagined this was how her aunt’s must have looked when it was hot off the press or, rather, fresh from the copier’s hands.

  She rubbed her fingers over the hand-tooled leather cover with its gold leaf embedded in the design. Carved in the bottom right-hand corner were the initials “L.M.” An uneasiness crept over her. The same initials were carved in the cover of her aunt’s book as well. It had to be a coincidence. Probably the work of the bookbinder, or the man who did the intricate designs.

  Amber set the book down on the table. The water in the tub was inviting. She pulled the linen gown off, threw it over the chair, and climbed in. She leaned back and closed her eyes. It wasn’t as hot as she liked, but still it soothed her aching muscles. Water sloshed against the sides of the tub and the wood crackled in the fireplace.

  She wished she could remember how she got here, but there were only pieces to the puzzle, not a complete picture. She’d been thrown from her VW when it hit the water and was caught in a fast-moving current. And she remembered his eyes. She looked into the flames. Maybe she should stay for a couple more days. It would certainly please her aunt. Her thoughts did a fast-forward and she reviewed the goals she’d set for herself. She didn’t have time for any type of relationship. It was all she could handle just keeping up with teaching and studying to get her administration credentials. Her head began to throb again.

  A breeze rippled across the bathwater. Amber shuddered and sat up. She was alive. That was all the sense she needed to make of this situation. Reaching for the soap, she began rubbing it between her hands until there were thick foamy bubbles between her fingers. The scent of jasmine drifted through the air. She breathed in the rich fragrance deeply before washing her hair.

  She dosed her eyes and sank back into the warm water. Just a few more minutes and she’d get dressed and find a phone; then her life would be back to normal.

  Chapter 2

  Amber awoke with a start. Someone had touched her shoulder. Cold water sloshed over the top of the tub as she sat up. She shivered. How long had she been asleep? A very pregnant young woman, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, stood beside the tub. Her skin was pale and there were shadows under her eyes. She’d been crying. Despite the pregnancy, the young woman was skin and bones. Amber had seen this look before at the high school where she taught. She felt sorry for her and smothered the impulse to ask what she could do to help.

  “I am Molly, milady, and ‘tis sorry I am to awake you. You were so still I thought…” Her voice lowered. “I thought you dead.”

  “Not yet, but I might be if I stay in this tub. I’m freezing.” Amber reached for a linen towel and ignored the impulse to ask Molly about the pregnancy. She stepped out of the tub and dried off.

  “My name is Amber.”

  The fire burned down to glowing coals in die hearth. She hadn’t seen any electric lights or outlets so there was a good chance this part of the castle hadn’t been wired for electricity. Well, she’d never minded camping, and this was pretty close. It wasn’t as if she was going to be here very long. Molly seemed rooted to the floor.

  “Is anything wrong?”

  Molly nodded and then quickly shook her head. “I am to help you dress.”

  “Okay, I’ve seen the clothes and I’ll welcome the help. But you’re looking at me as if I’ve sprouted a second head.”

  “Una says I should get used to the strange ways people speak.” Molly- lowered her voice. “ ‘Tis
not an easy task.”

  Amber smiled and wrapped the towel around her. She’d never thought of herself as having an accent, but Aunt Dora would say that she always spoke as if she was in a hurry. “I’ve been told I talk too fast. So, if you need me to repeat myself, just ask.”

  Molly hesitated. “The others all have pinched faces and sour expressions. You are different.”

  “I’ve been told that before. Now let’s see about getting me dressed. All of a sudden I’m starving.”

  Amber walked through the entrance that separated the two rooms. Clothes were heaped on the bed. She took a deep breath. It wasn’t going to take hours to get dressed. It would take days. She walked over to the bed.

  “Well, Molly, where do we start?”

  Shields, gleaming armor, and weapons lined the walls of the Chamber of Knowledge. Lachlan walked over to where a line of square holes were cut into the stone. Rolls of parchment in varying sizes were stacked in each slot. He welcomed the diversion. Only a day had passed since he had rescued the woman from Loch Ness. Already she had unsettled the orderly life in which he lived. He pulled out one of the maps and spread it hastily on the long table. It depicted Urquhart and the surrounding highlands. Angus approached as Lachlan studied the map. The man was almost equal to him in size and strength. He was a trusted friend. There was no other he would wish by his side in battle.

  Flames from the candles flickered as Angus pointed to the area where Loch Ness bordered the castle.

  “Subedei will bring his forces by water again and attempt to overpower us with his numbers. If our information is correct, he has both the resources and the mercenaries to level Urquhart.”

  “Revenge runs hot through his blood, but he will not come by water.”

  Angus nodded. “Aye. ‘Tis true. I forget the beastie of Loch Ness has proven to be our greatest ally.”

  The dampness that permeated the underground chamber chilled him. “I should have been here when Subedei attacked the castle. I was the one he sought.”

 

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