Eleanor tugged the sleeves of her silk gloves up as high as they could go and wiggled her fingers at the unfamiliar sensation of the fabric between them. She was covered toe to chin in multiple layers with the hopes of keeping animalcules off of her. Her hair was braided and pinned up tightly to her head. The style was uncommon for a reason, Eleanor decided, it was so uncomfortable that she almost wished for that sleep potion to numb her a bit. Her head was hurting more than her side now, though the aching had begun long before Claire’s maid had started on her hair so it was likely an after affect of the potion too. “Do not fidget so when you’re in court,” Claire admonished from the seat opposite her. “It’s just this is so uncomfortable. I can’t believe women actually dress like this in London.”“We don’t. You’ve chosen every single covering that could possibly be put together. Your intent was to show no skin. It likely feels as odd as it looks.”The carriage pulled to a stop then a
Fann saw Eleanor wince as the palace guard handed her up to him.“I have your potion in my saddle bag. A mouthful should be enough.”“That is your potion, not mine. I want nothing to do with it.”“I know you’re hurting, I saw you wince.”“That does not mean I wish to tempt death again. I’ll have none of it.”“Eleanor - ““Just ride husband. Get us to the Ember river for a wash, then the inn so I can lie down. This day has been too long already.”“If you took the potion you would be comfortable enough to sleep while I ride.”“No.” He sighed, but turned his horse down the road out of town and picked up speed. When they arrived at the first secluded spot on the river Fann helped Eleanor off the horse. “I will wash our horse off first and leave them on the other side. Then I’ll come back to help you undress and we can wash.”“I’ll start a fire to burn the clothing.”“No need. The guard left one for us, see? And he is on the other side of the river, waiting with our dry clothing.”“Oh wh
The house in Ascot was large with a good expanse of land and a fabulous barn full of the best horse flesh Fann had ever seen. But it was not the gift Fann had intended for John to give his stepmother. Claire seemed to have known what awaited them, or rather whom. The vassal was a man named Kent who bore an uncanny resemblance to her oldest son, also named Kent. Perhaps her arrangement with the Duke had been more to her liking than she had let on all those years ago. That could certainly explain the man’s change of stance in his will. No man liked to be a cockhold. Even one who couldn’t stand his wife.Another surprise had been how quickly Eleanor decided it was time to depart. He had expected it would take at least a week for Eleanor to be ready to go, not a mere three days. Originally he’d thought to leave her here and go to Oxford on his own to pick up some books to surprise her. Something to make her smile. He was going to tell them he was looking for books of science to inspire hi
The sun had barely crested the horizon when Fan tethered the lead line to his stead. How on earth had he gotten talked into this? His wife was on Beck, her jennet, and ready to go. Deahman, his drestier, was tied to what was for all intents and purposes a wild drestier horse being used as a pack mule. That the beast had allowed Eleanor to tie all their satchels to his back still astounded Fann. Kent had been so shocked at how docile Storm became with Eleanor by his side that the man had gifted her the creature. He’d told Fann that it was far better to be owed a favour by a Lord than anger his own woman by having the beast’s flesh in the larder. Storm sidestepped nervously when he realized his lead went to Fann and not to Eleanor, but she spoke calmly to him and the animal settled immediately. Shaking his head, Fann tapped Deanhman on the side and they got on their way. They’d make the inn near Aylesbury before the evening meal.After an hour of riding in silence Fann thought he would
“I’ve been trying not to tell you from the moment I first spied you in that cave. Perhaps I should have from the start, but it didn’t feel like the right time. It still doesn’t but I must tell you before someone else does for surely you will learn it once we arrive home, perhaps even along the way.” She sat still, waiting.“I wasn’t sent to find some random Laird’s daughter. I was sent to rescue my wife.”“Your...what? How? Why?” Eleanor couldn’t decide which question she needed answered first.“I told you the king had promised me a wife and title. I had been shown her portrait and I was told the woman in the portrait would be in London court when I returned from the mainland, but when I got back no woman awaited. The king’s cousin, Harold, told me the king had wed me to someone else by proxy. I knew not even your name or likeness until that day. But when I went to get you, it was my wife I was retrieving.”She was silent, staring out at the road in front of them. Fann waited for her r
To Eleanor, the days seemed to all be running into one another. There were days of sunny riding, days of rain soaked clothing, or the nicest days with a grey sky and a cool breeze. Today the sun was hot, with no breeze nor even a cloud for a brief reprieve from the sun. Even the horses were beginning to tire of it. She and Fann had stopped talking long ago. They were all anxious to get to the end of this day. Hopefully tonight they could bathe. Perhaps even wash their clothing and have it dry for morning.The nights were a blur of inns or homes of men who knew Fann. The further they got from London, the more Eleanor liked the wives. Better still, none of them knew her husband as the wicked warrior. They saw him as strong and fierce of course, but undeniably hers. Not a coveted play thing that they hoped to take a turn with. Little did they know, Fann had not touched her since their wedding night. Wouldn’t the courtesans find that funny? All this time with their wicked warrior, and she
Only three days left. Two more nights on the road, three more days of riding, and she’d be back on MacDonald lands. Eleanor didn’t know how she felt about that. Fann agreed that it was likely her sister would be gone to live with her new husband. That left only her mother and father. What would she say to them exactly? The only thing that came to mind was to ask her mom why she’d stopped writing. She wasn’t sure how she’d feel seeing them again. It had been so long. The thought that they might not be at all happy to see her was even more chilling than the early morning breeze. Eleanor shivered and pulled her shawl more snugly around her shoulders. She felt tears prickling her eyes and blinked them back. Returning to her family home should be a happy time, but she felt anything but.“Would you like to come sit with me mo Leannan? I can help warm you.” Silently she maneuvered Beck as close as she could get and leaned over with her arms outstretched. The horses had become so used to thi
There was a soft pink glow in the west as the safe house tower came into view. If the sky was any indication, tomorrow’s weather would be good for riding. It would be a shorter ride than they had become accustomed too, but he’d decided it would be best to stay near the keep and arrive at daybreak. Eleanor was right about one thing, they didn’t have a clue what awaited them. He hoped to collect a few good warriors from the safe house to accompany them. He’d need some men he could trust until he discovered the way of things in his new clan.Storm nickered again and sidestepped nervously. The other two chuffed back and bobbed their heads. The horses weren’t the only ones who had noticed that they were being followed today. Whoever it was didn’t want to be seen. They were keeping to the trees, far enough in the bush to stay hidden in the shadows. Fan checked the placement of his sword and daggers. He masked the movement by offering Eleanor the flask. He didn’t want to worry her, given her
“You were going to be gone without saying goodbye.” Fann froze, dropping his head. “I thought it would be easier.”“You thought wrong. Anything can happen, husband. Anytime. Especially given what you are going to do.”“I’m sure it is not as grave as that.”“Never leave me without letting me tell you one last time how much I love you.” Guilt prickled at him. He knew how much she wished she had been given a chance to say goodbye to her mother and sister when she went to the abbey. And to some of the nuns when she’d left there. He should not have considered leaving her this way.“I’m sorry. Clearly, I wasn’t thinking.”“Since I am a good, kind wife, and I love you, I will forgive you. I think you’re going to want to punish me though.” Fann wrinkled his brow. What on earth was she talking about?“Punish you?”“Well, it isn’t very safe for me to go riding at night. Alone. On Storm. Is it?” His head snapped up to look at her for the first time. She was standing by the gate of an empty stall
The doors to the great hall closed with a loud bang and Eleanor spun around to see an older woman in an elegant gown standing in the doorway, surrounded by guards dressed in the same uniform that the King’s men wore. “Those are complicated questions to answer young one,” the woman said, “but also very simple if you know the story of how you came to be.”“Sister Grace!”Oblivious to the gasps of the others in the room, Eleanor ran and launched herself into the open arms of the woman. It was only when she let go that she noticed everyone else was silent and bowing low. Stepping out of the woman’s arms she looked around nervously, then back at the woman who had cared for her for the past eight years. “Sister Grace? Why are you dressed like that?”“This is who I am.”“Who?”“The name you know me by was a fabrication. The word sister was used to make me seem more like a nun, and Grace was from the title ‘your grace’ as a noble would sometimes be addressed in an abbey. This is why you know
The cold, dreary weather had put an unfortunate damper on the mood in the Great Hall. Fann had brought Eleanor down for dinner, hoping the company of some of the children and women folk would cheer her, but nobody was in a very cheery mood. Even little Siofra couldn’t seem to come up with a happy ending to any of her fairy tales. The dinner had been good and the company was welcome, but all were quieter than normal and seemed to just be waiting for Eleanor to retire so they could go home to bed.Eleanor swirled the steaming tankard under her nose, then put it on the table and pushed it away. It didn’t smell bad, it just didn’t smell quite right. She waved her hand over it and the serving boy jumped up to grab it. She’d have to go back to brewing the tea herself. Yarrow flowers seemed to be particularly difficult for the kitchen staff.“You are still an overly picky my wee little harlot. Drink your brew, daughter, and quit giving my staff extra work.” Fann leaped to his feet and knock
As the days passed Fann grew tired of sitting in the library watching his wife. Sometimes, with Uilleam at the door, he would leave her in the room by herself, but she got lonely that way. He didn’t want her to grow sad again, so much of the day he was the one locked in her library with her. He hoped the murder of crows would arrive soon for there was nothing in this room full of books and gadgets that held his attention for any length of time. The first few days they had spent arranging the room. A little bit of time every day was spent helping him improve his reading, but mostly he just watched her work and listened to her talk about it. He had considered asking her to do her work naked so at least he’d have something he enjoyed looking at, but if she did that he probably wouldn’t be able to let her get much work done. He interrupted her for his pleasure often enough as it was. They had just enjoyed a bit of coupling and he had fallen asleep. He thought she had too, but when he op
The bells rang out from the top of the keep, pulling Eleanor from her slumber. She reached over to find Fann gone, his side of the bed already cold. She sat up scowling. The fur over the window kept out the chill autumn air, but also the daylight. Had she overslept? It was so easy to do when the room stayed dark. Fann, on the other hand, always seemed to wake and have nearly a day’s full of work done before she could break her fast. She padded over to the window and pulled back the fur so she could see up the hill. The rider certainly wasn’t in any hurry, and being alone it was likely he was a threat. There were a few satchels on his horse, perhaps he was looking for a home. Movement at the stables caught her eye and she saw Fann and Uilleam looking up the hill. No doubt discussing if they let the man come or head out to meet him. When no horses were called for Eleanor turned back into the room. If she dressed quickly, she could make it outside to see who it was.Fann stood in front o
With fur wrapped around her, Eleanor sat near the fire brushing her hair dry. She had eaten, bathed, and the tub had been emptied but still, Fann had not joined her. He had said that he wouldn’t be long, but it must have been at least an hour since he’d left her.The clan had been busy in the past fortnight. The new furniture Fann had commissioned was already in their rooms. A new bed with a pair of chests at the foot of it, and the woodwork matched that of the new settee, chairs, and table. There was a small bookshelf beside the fire, empty still, but she could unpack some books in the morning. Another chair with very odd legs that would rock when you sat in it was only a short distance from the fire. The washstand was new too, detailed with both wood and iron to match a rather odd table. Those two pieces they had picked up on MacInnis lands just that morning. Leaving her brush on the mantle Eleanor walked over to take a better look at the table. It was very sturdy! A combination of
Fann looked to the sky, glad the rain had held off so far. He had sent the carts of seed and furniture on ahead down the road with half the men. The other half had come with him to distribute the livestock to the crofters. Eleanor had insisted on coming so she could be sure to meet everyone. It was probably better that she kept busy anyways, even if the wind was a bit cool and the air came.The gratitude of all the crofters astounded him! At first, their reactions had him feeling proud to be able to improve their lot so much with such small additions. Then it had him furious that Donald had made them go without for so long that the younger children did not even know what goats were! The king had given them many cows, goats, and sheep as part of his deal with Fann. Most had been bred by Paddy’s animals and would have young in the spring. Fann had used his own funds to add to the tally of livestock, buying several young pigs that had been cheap because they were born too late in the ye
“You will ride Beck, Eleanor. Storm is staying here.” She glanced around to be sure they were alone before she said, “but Fann-”“No. It is not up for debate. We will be travelling in a large group so there is little chance of attack and no need for his speed. I don’t know how he will react with all those other animals around, not to mention the men and dogs corralling them. I don’t want to put anyone at greater risk in what could very well already be a bit chaotic. Not you, not our clansmen, not even this blasted beast. Beck is sure-footed, calm and used to a wide assortment of creatures. Storm is going to stay here and we will return for him on another trip or Paddy can bring him when he and Lia come to visit.” She sighed and dug a few more carrots from her satchel to feed to him. “Do not try to disobey me on this.”“I won’t,” she said as she stroked the horse and stepped out of his stall, “you are right. He will not be happy with all the men shouting and cracking whips. He will be
The bonfire glowed brightly, casting light and heat over everyone in the yard. Lively music was being played and everyone, young and old, was dancing around. She grinned as Fann spun her around, her feet lifting off the ground. They were both laughing by the time her feet hit the ground again. Eleanor couldn’t remember ever having so much fun! Did MacDonald clan never have these parties? There were certainly plenty of children about, so if they had partied like this when she was small surely she would remember it. If it wasn’t something they did, she and Fann would have to start the tradition. It was too good a celebration not to! Their new clan would need to have fairs like the Stuart clan, but the girls could compete just the same as the boys, though perhaps not against them. Different events for lads and lasses as well as for women and men! And then a feast and a party with a big fire, music, dancing... Perhaps they could even do this often! The solstice, maybe another for Christm