As Gair followed his wife silently through the bush he decided it was a very good thing that most lasses didn’t wear trews. The shape of her legs was quite alluring and when she climbed over anything he got the most delicious view of her backside as the tunic and trews hugged her curves. He had assumed this hunting expedition would be a great way for him to learn the lay of his new home and see how much forest life was near the castle, but so far the long legs and luscious backside of his wife occupied his every thought. It was extremely unlikely he would be able to retrace even the last hour of their travels. Izzy had more energy than he had expected. This wasn't like the leisurely strolls he had enjoyed with other lasses. They’d been going through the bush at a good speed for a few hours now but she hadn’t stopped to rest and she wasn’t even slowing down. Most lasses, or at least most ladies, were often winded after just a wee bit of dancing, especially those who wore corsets. He
Movement on the far side of the clearing caught Gair’s attention and he stilled, watching the edge of the woods. The foliage was dense already, even this early in the year. He couldn’t be sure if it was men or animals approaching at first, but soon the footfalls sounded more human and brief glimpses of bright colour through the brush.Three men stepped out and waved at him as they headed his way. He was still wearing his own clan plaid rather than a Sinclair plaid. He didn’t know if the men here would recognize it, nor how it would be welcomed. Checking the men’s colours he noticed that all three of the men were wearing a different plaid which relaxed him a bit.“Scots?” Asked the oldest as he approached. “English?” His accent was so thick Gair knew the man likely spoke little English himself.“As you prefer,” Gair answered in Scots with a shrug. The man’s toothless face smiled up at him and he continued in Scots.“I’ve lost me daughter. Have you seen a wee lass about these parts? Abo
“Aye,” Gair answered, dread seeping in. The small head lifted off his shoulder and some wee fingers pealed the furs down a bit so solemn brown eyes peaked out over the top. “Nay, m’Lady. I kin nay swim at all.”“That’s okay, Siofra, Laird Alasdair and I will get you safely to the other side.”Once again Gair felt the guilt stab at him. It mattered not that Alasdair was his name as much as his brother’s, the fact was that was not the name he preferred and was most definitely not the name he wanted his wife calling him.They continued to stand there, silent and still as stone, for a few more moments before Isobel stepped cautiously out from the treeline. Gair followed. It was not far to the water, but enough that they could be seen if anyone was looking their way. The ground sloped down slightly and Gair felt himself slip. He looked down, noting how well-worn the path was here. Many used this spot, both human and animal. There was a little young grass, but mostly just dirt. At least Iz
Izzy held Siofra to her side and watched her husband talking to a figure downstream. She could not see clearly through the water and certainly could not hear what was being said. She stepped back, pressing herself as tightly as possible against the damp rocks. Fortunately, she had hidden behind these falls often enough to be certain that nobody on the other side could see them back here. The space was small, with only just enough room to walk without getting soaked. The spray would wet her, but not drench her. At least not quickly. The water flow was usually full enough to disguise all but the brightest colours. She kept Siofra in front of her so the grey fur would hide her red tunic and hopefully her bright hair.“Is it me father coming fer me?” Isobel barely heard the little voice. “Is he gonna sell me to the French men on the boat as he told me mither? I’m scared. I don’t want to go away.” Isobel closed her eyes and pulled the girl in tight.“You will have to go away, Siofra. Bu
With Siofra on her lap and the fur covering them both, Izzy was warm and comfortable despite the hard rock beneath her. That, combined with the constant rushing sound of the water falling in front of them had her fighting to keep herself awake. Peaking out from behind the blanket she could tell that they still had hours of daylight left. She couldn’t let herself fall asleep, one wrong move back here and they would both be pulled down into the rushing water. A gentle tug on her hair and Izzy’s head bobbed. She didn’t even notice. The second tug, a little firmer, roused her fully.She pulled the child tightly against her and spun towards the hand that had touched her, her dirk ready to attack. The hand was open and beckoning to her. Izzy looked up and her body relaxed instantly when her eyes met the soft brown depths of her husband’s eyes. She gulped, realizing Siofra had been right. When she didn’t give herself time to think, she trusted this man, this stranger, more than she could reme
“I’m not sure. Usually, I only take them as far as the border or sometimes only to the ocean, it depends on where they’re going and how they’re going to get there. I have developed a network of friendly people and places for them. If they have family in another clan that can take them in until they can get settled, we try for that since it will be easier for them to start over with some support. If the family won't take them, or if all their family is here, where they go is of little consequence so long as it is to a quiet life in a place they won't be recognized. Sometimes that can be in Scotia, sometimes I find them work in England. The same is true if they know their husband or father will hunt for them until they are found. Sometimes they want to leave the mainland to be sure they are never found, so for those women, I find a fisherman willing to take them to one of the islands for a fee. A few of the younger lasses I've sent to an abbey, but most don't want that. I’ve not sent any
Izzy walked as quickly as she could with a child on her hip. Siofra clung on tight and was still, but the added weight slowed her down some. If they could get to the coast they could probably lose whoever, or whatever was following them. The caverns by the sea would be above water for several hours yet, and to be honest, she expected she would rather drown than be torn apart by a pack of wolves. Or men. When she started down the slope to the water she looked over her shoulder and stopped in surprise, turning around and scanning the horizon. Where was her husband? When had he left them?“He has gone to see for himself,” Siofra whispered. “He can no believe what he can nay see. Just like me Da he is.” Izzy felt a tightness in her chest as her heart sped up as her arms tightened around the child.“Do you mean he will he be hurt like yer da was?” When the lass didn’t answer right away Izzy turned to look at her. Her head was tipped to one side and her wide brown eyes stared off into the
Griogair gripped his dirk, wishing he had opted to ready his bow and arrow instead, but knowing it was too late to try. He’d have to hope for the best against the massive dog with nothing but his hands and a wee dirk. Just as the animal was about to crash through the bush directly in front of him a hare leaped from underneath it in a mad dash for its life. When the dog’s eyes and angle of attack shifted to follow the prey, Gair let loose with his dirk and it embedded in the hare’s neck, pinning the animal to the ground. The dog snarled but picked up the twitching hare. It looked towards the men, then at Gair and back again before finally deciding to take its catch to its master, as the beast had been trained to do. Gair headed out after it, breaking into a slight jog when he left the dense trees.He heard the men drawing their swords as he approached so he raised his hands to show he wasn’t armed to attack.“I just want me dirk back,” he spoke in Scotts as he slowed to a walk and app
“Are you sure about this Izzy-bee? Ye don’t have to. I could go first.”“I want to,” Izzy insisted. She stepped quickly forward and lowered her naked bottom slowly onto the padded seat. “I am the one likely to back out. It is only right that I first see if I can do this before I ask it of ye.”“I will stop whenever ye say.”“I know,” she took a deep breath, spread her legs wide, bent forwards, and fastened her own ankles. Gair didn’t miss the change in her breathing.“Maybe just yer feet this time?” She shook her head and leaned back in the seat, resting her wrists in the cuffs. Gair looked down at her. In the past, seeing a woman held open this way, willingly putting herself at his mercy, had excited him. Seeing his wife struggle so mightily with it was not appealing to him at all.Her chest rose and fell quickly with each breath. Every muscle seemed taught as a bow ready to fire. “Izzy, I -”“Please, Gair. I want to try.” She looked to her wrists, then her ankles, and licked her lip
Gair watched the arrow leave Fann’s bow and heard it thunk into the oak high above them. The gasps and mutters from the men behind him told him that Fann had hit the mark as easily as his wife. Before he could comment, Johne’s voice came through the bush beside them. “Ye have come at last, old friend.”“There was narry a sign of ye when I came to lay claim to all ye had promised.”“Aye. I failed in that. But I did nay fail completely.”Gair smiled at Davina as she stepped out from behind a tree. She was nearly as silent as his wife. She tipped her head to one side, looking at Fann.“I donna remember ye,” she said softly. Gair saw Fann’s fist clench at his side and then relax. “I am nay surprised. Ye were quite wee when I left for London.”“And ye have come to marry me off now?”“Nay.”Giar saw anger and surprise both in Johne’s eyes. He seemed about to speak, but Fann spoke first.“I donna know the woman ye have become any more than ye know me. As yer kin, I could choose a man for y
The icy water ran from her hair and clung to her wool tunic, but Izzy barely paid it any attention. She forced her nearly frozen fingers to uncurl themselves, then curl again around the rope to pull herself forward again. And again. The tunnel had always seemed longer and steeper in the cold. Izzy could hear the scurrying of rat feet on the rocks around her. There seemed to be more of them than usual, but their numbers usually increased in the winter. Hopefully they hadn’t started to gnaw at the rope yet this year. If it gave way, the plunge back into the icy water would not be pleasant. It could very easily attract the attention of some of the guards too. There were so many more of them standing out on the walls! Either the mercenaries really had taken over, or her father had noticed there was a threat.She found the torch and flint against the wall at the top of the slope, just where she always left them. Cursing the cold and damp, Izzy struggled with the flint, trying to spark the
Gair stared into the fire. He’d kept on the road to Campbell, but his eyes had been searching the bush for any sign of Izzy or her dogs. He knew it had been hopeless, even if she’d come this way she would not have stayed near the road. He tensed as Fann took a seat beside him and refused the flask of ale.“Most men,” Fann said, “would be glad for a wife they favour and a clan to rule. Why is it you are not?”“Have you been there?”“No. I should have been, but when I heard the Laird was not the one who had invited me to visit I left. Mercenaries are not usually welcome unless they are invited.”“It is not a clan I can rule. The men are everything I despise.”“Why?”“They are all lazy drunkards who rape and beat their women and children.”“When the women see that Izzy expects better from you, and gets it, the women of Sinclair will expect better too. Young men who wish to wed will have to do better to get their attention. Your reputation for putting rapists in the stocks naked won’t hur
Once again, the smaller pup broke his stay. The runt was cute and liked to snuggle, but he was not very smart. The larger one looked back and forth between Izzy and his litter mate, then yipped and bounded out from the cover of the trees. There was nothing she could do for them this time. The mercenaries were too close, if she made any noise at all they would find her. Once they saw how well-fed those animals were, they’d be combing the bush for their owner and the pups would help them. Her only option was to make for the water.Suddenly a hand grasped her arm and Izzy found herself standing with her friend Johne in front of her. He scowled at her, “Ye daft lass! Now that yer full grown ye can nay pass so well for a lad.” He slammed a hat on her head and pushed her ahead of him out of the bush. “Yer nose is too fine for a lad this tall and yer legs! I wish those trews were baggy ones. Just keep yer chin down and say naught or ye’ll get us both killed.” His whistle pierced the air and
It had been three days since Gair had arrived home to find Izzy’s note. He had no idea what to make of her prolonged absence. At first, he’d thought she was off hunting. He was ticked that she’d snuck out without the guard, but not really all that surprised. Leaving would have been a way to rebel against her forced confinement. She was not prone to staying put just because a man told her to. If anything, she would do the opposite just on principle.Paddy had been furious the guards had let her escape. He had ordered them to track her at once, but the rain had washed away any trace. He had looked himself as well, checking the areas he thought she might have gone for shelter, but none looked recently used. Gair folded up the paper and worked it into the seam of his tunic so he could take it with him. It was foolish he knew. But Izzy didn’t keep trinkets or embroidered kerchiefs. This was all he had of hers that he could carry with him. He scowled at himself. That had been careless of h
As the cold rain drizzled down around the tiny home, Izzy sat by the fire with her dogs and watched her husband prowl the room like a caged beast. He was not accustomed to such small quarters. She remembered having the same restless feeling he seemed to be experiencing the first time she took to the tunnels for an extended time. There had been a lot of changes in the last few weeks. They’d enjoyed much time in each other's arms and it was nice to do so without interruption. There were no more meals atop the tower, though they still often ate under the stars. They had hunted until dark many nights at first. That was stopping now too as the air got colder and the rain more frequent. The colder and rainier it got the more moody and restless Gair became. She wasn’t scared of him exactly, but seeing him so agitated wasn’t comfortable either. She looked to the corner where the play stocks were tucked up against the walls and just barely peaking out from under a pile of furs. She shivered a
Izzy skipped along the trail with the two pups yipping at her heels. With her swaying hips and bouncing curls, there was no doubt she was a lass. She looked a wee lass in her excitement. He had never seen her so happy. It saddened him to think that it was leaving his home that made her so light-hearted. She turned to catch his eye and he couldn’t help but grin back at her. She laughed as the pups bumped her knees to get her to continue down the trail. Gair sighed as they dipped out of sight.He could understand her contentment, to be in their own space would be nice, but he couldn’t help but feel he was losing some part of himself, leaving it behind in his childhood home. He scowled for a moment. Izzy had already done that. And as the only child, she was heir to all of Sinclair. He followed along the trail as it dipped down over the edge of the cliffs and looked at the cottage. It was tiny, but it would be warm and cozy. He and Izzy would have plenty of peace, quiet, and time alone.
Gair looked towards the river and smiled as he saw the group on their way back. Izzy and Ellie seemed such unlikely friends. At first glance, they seemed opposites in so many ways, but they were fast friends nonetheless. Izzy still was not certain that he didn’t fancy his childhood friend more than her, but in reality, what drew him to Ellie as a child, Izzy had simply magnified and carried with her into adulthood. “I had an interesting chat with James today,” Dair said as he leaned back against the tower wall beside his brother. “The proxy marriage was even more mixed up than we thought.”Gair scowled. “How is that possible?”“Apparently, the original plan was for me to wed Mairead, Paddy to have Lia, just as we thought. But you were to wed Ellie and Fann was to be the one on Sinclair with Izzy. He changed his mind at some point on that one, James wasn’t sure when or why, but that had been the original plan.” Gair looked at his brother, then back out at his wife. “Given his reputati