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  “There is nothing worth saving.” Jamie rode up beside him.

  “Except for our pride.”

  “Aye,” his cousin reluctantly agreed. “There is that.”

  “What it’s worth,” Alex added.

  “Not much to a Sutherland.”

  “But everything to a MacKay,” Alex finished.

  Nearly a hundred people had lived there. Though one of the smaller villages, the tenants were hard workers and produced the finest wool and tastiest vegetables for his table. It had always been that way. As a child, Alex would play with the children who lived there, spending hours swimming in the nearby loch and eating supper with whatever family invited him to stay.

  He dismounted and walked to a random spot where a hut once stood. He crouched and picked up a clump of earth and smelled it, rich soil—the best his lands had to offer.

  “How many huts were here?” he asked.

  “Seventeen,” one of his men answered.

  “Rebuild every one of them, better than before. I want a defensive wall constructed as well—four feet high, from stone.”

  “Alex.” Jamie joined him. “The time and expense…”

  “No expense will be spared, Jamie. Remember, with my new lairdship comes my well-supplied purse. The MacKays willna go without again.”

  “And what will happen the next time a Sutherland decides to attack the village?”

  “We will be prepared. A guardhouse is to be built as well. Four soldiers will be permanently stationed here.”

  His cousin nodded, but Alex knew he disagreed with his choices.

  Alex wouldna let the land stand fallow. Nay, he’d use the strategies he’d learned while he was away and make the MacKays a feared clan. Even the keep required updating. He wanted to construct a new tower and reinforce the outer wall. They also needed to recruit new soldiers. All of it would be financed by his own gold and silver.

  “Where do ye wish to go next?” Jamie asked.

  “We will visit all of the westward villages today. Leave half of the men here to start working, the rest will come with us.”

  Jamie immediately departed to make sure his orders were followed.

  The earl would pay for his treachery even though there was no direct proof linking the man to this violence. Spilled blood required revenge. An eye for an eye—as the Almighty demanded. Alex wouldna rest until the debt was paid in full.

  *

  Keely knew she had to brave going belowstairs. As Lady MacKay, earning the respect and trust of the clan meant everything to her. She couldna hide in her bedchamber forever. With Leah at her side, she descended the stairs, hoping to be welcomed by someone.

  The colorful tapestry and weapons hanging over the main hearth in the great hall had been covered with a blood-stained sheet. Keely couldna believe her eyes. And though she understood the importance of the symbol, it was a lie.

  “Milady,” Leah urged her mistress onward. “Ye must take yer seat at the high table.”

  “That dinna come from our bridal bed,” she informed Leah.

  “Aye. Laird Alex sent me to retrieve it from yer bedchamber.”

  “But why?”

  Her every move was being carefully watched by the soldiers and servants in the hall. It was bad enough she’d woken in an empty bed, learning from her maid that Alex had ridden off with his captains. But to have to stare at the sheet while she broke her fast… It dinna set right with her.

  “Remove the unseemly thing,” she commanded Leah.

  The maid hesitated, looking about the hall before she finally nodded and searched for a chair to stand on so she could reach it. Leah dragged the heavy piece of furniture as close to the hearth as she could get it, then climbed up. Just as she started to reach for the end of the sheet, Mathe approached.

  “Nay,” he called out. “Climb down, Mistress Leah.”

  “But sir…” the maid said.

  “Doona stop, Leah,” Keely instructed her.

  “Lady Keely,” Mathe said. “The sheet must stay.”

  “I disagree, Captain Mathe. After all…” she whispered. “Tis my blood on it, is it not?”

  The captain’s cheeks turned scarlet. “If ye’d come with me.” He took her arm, gently encouraging her to walk with him. “A conversation better held in private.”

  Keely stopped walking. “And where would we find a place to talk alone?”

  “Yer husband’s solar, perhaps?”

  Keely shook her head. “And give the clan something else to wag their tongues over? I am well aware that my reputation is questionable, Captain Mathe, but I wouldna want to give the maids a reason to start talking ill of ye. Anything ye have to say will be spoken here.”

  “Christ’s blood,” the normally mild captain exclaimed as he huffed out a breath. “I dinna think I’d live to see the day when the Almighty would deliver a woman with a tongue as careless as her laird’s.”

  Keely couldna hold back the morbid laugh. “What are ye trying to say?”

  “Lady Keely…” He cleared his throat. “That sheet is to remain hanging in the hall for ten days—enough time for any MacKay or visitor to satisfy their moral curiosity.”

  “Moral curiosity? Just what is that, sir?”

  “Proof of yer innocence.”

  Keely bit her tongue. What she was dying to say included something about how indecent her wedding night with her new husband had been—how there’d been no sheet to capture her virgin blood. Aye, perhaps she had spent too much time around Alex in the past—and six older brothers who rarely refrained from expressing themselves in front of her. “Ye require evidence of my innocence, Captain Mathe, but the very thing used to prove it is vulgar in every way!”

  “Tis not abhorrent in any way, Lady Keely.”

  “Nay? Shall I tell ye what it made me think of the moment I saw it?”

  Mathe tugged at his collar. “I-I believe I can guess without further explanation.”

  “May I be of some help?” Petro appeared suddenly.

  Keely gazed at the scholar. Where had he come from? Did it matter? She more than appreciated his presence. “Good morn,” she greeted him, trying to banish her sour mood.

  “Good morn,” he returned with a smile. “Perhaps Captain Mathe would prefer finishing his ale. Laird Alex asked me to keep an eye out for you. Unfortunately, he needed to inspect the west village so he could make the necessary arrangements to rebuild the place. A walk would be nice.” He offered his arm.

  Keely dinna need to think about it, she accepted. “Please send Leah out,” she told the captain.

  Mathe bowed his head out of duty, nothing more. “As ye wish.” He rushed back to the hall.

  “I have waited for this moment,” Petro said.

  “My moment of utter shame?”

  He chuckled. “No. The pleasure of your company, milady, a chance to speak alone.”

  “I doona see why. I am sure ye’ve been exposed to the gossip.”

  “I am a man of science, Lady Keely. If I listened to every rumor, then the process of discovery would be wasted on me. I prefer to gather facts, then make my own judgments.”

  In that moment, Keely decided she liked Petro, immensely. “Then tell me what ye wish to know.”

  Leah joined them. “Shall I retrieve our walking cloaks?”

  “Aye,” Keely said. “We will be in the bailey, Leah.”

  The fresh air immediately restored Keely’s calm. The sun peeked out from behind wispy, white clouds, and the fragrant breeze cooled her cheeks. “Some would say this mild weather is a good omen of things to come in my marriage.”

  “Others would suggest it might be the calm before the storm.”

  There was no malice on the scholar’s face. Nay, the man simply appreciated quick wit and probably found he dinna get much here. Not that the MacKays were lacking in education. Alex and his brother were well tutored as lads. Alex could read and write, as could several of his captains. It’s what they read that worried her the most. Closed mind
s—superstitious tenants—a strong belief in God but fear of the tiny creatures that were believed to haunt the mountains and lochs.

  “Our fate was sealed long ago,” she repeated Alex’s own words. “So no signs from heaven can change our future, I’m afraid.”

  “Ah,” he said. “But you can.”

  They strolled past soldiers practicing maneuvers and younger recruits shooting arrows at grass-stuffed targets. Children were playing while some of the women were busy washing clothes and sorting vegetables from the gardens. The wedding celebration hadn’t changed the reality of the next day. If it had been a normal wedding, the celebration would have lasted for days, maybe even a week.

  “Aye, if I had supporters among the MacKays.”

  “Do you not?”

  Keely thought about it. “Leah.”

  “Did you forget me? Or the Kalil brothers?”

  She hadn’t considered them. “Five out of several thousand—tis not much.”

  “It’s a start, milady.”

  Leah finally appeared with their light, wool cloaks and one of the guards assigned to stay with Keely. She pinned her cloak in place, then quickly started to walk with Petro again.

  “What has my husband told ye about me?”

  “Many things.” His eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

  “I know ye travelled together from Italy.”

  The scholar nodded. “I met Alex a few months after he left here.”

  “Was he…” she hesitated.

  “Angry?”

  “Aye.”

  “I’ve never met a more miserable man.”

  Some women might like hearing it, but Keely dinna. Though she did possess a certain amount of curiosity about his past, the guilt still hung heavy about her neck like a millstone.

  The guards opened the main gates for them, and Petro ushered her through, Leah and her armed escort keeping a respectable distance behind them. The fact that she had any freedom to come and go pleased Keely. For if he’d wanted to, Alex could have locked her abovestairs.

  They followed a well-worn path to the loch where so much of Keely’s finest memories with the MacKays had happened. Fishing and swimming, lazy afternoons spent with Alex and John, and a host of tenants she’d always considered friends.

  “This land is different than my home,” Petro observed.

  “In what way? I’ve always wondered about Italy.”

  “Tis a sensuous place.”

  Keely liked the way he described his home. “I’ve never heard a man describe his land like that.”

  “Rome is a crowded city—filled with saints and sinners.”

  “The Highlands have few of their own.”

  His smile reached his dark eyes. “And I think you consider your husband one of those sinners.”

  She shrugged. “I am a woman, sir. My opinion means little.”

  “It means something to me.”

  “Why?”

  “I will tell you what I told Alex. I pledged loyalty to your husband, and will serve him faithfully. But that doesn’t mean I cannot be your friend, Lady Keely. Whatever you confide in me will stay between us. Unless it threatens the life of Alex—that is where I draw the line of distinction.”

  “I accept yer offer of friendship, then.”

  “Good.”

  They reached the loch and Keely went to her favorite boulder. She kicked her shoes off and raised her gown just enough so she could dip her toes in the water.

  “Another thing I like about Scotland.”

  “Oh?”

  “Your desire to experience the world around you. In Italy, a noble woman would not be caught in the water.”

  “There are people nearby that would frown on my actions, sir.”

  “Perhaps a Sutherland?”

  “Always a Sutherland.”

  “The same with the sheet in the great hall?”

  Were all of his conversations so circular, so connected? The man had a talent for disarming her, getting her to say things she’d usually keep to herself—as smooth talking as a poet, and as entertaining as an actor. “A barbaric practice.”

  “Highlanders are barbarians.”

  That surprised Keely. “How so, sir?”

  “What do you think gave Alex the ability to thrive in Constantinople? Sure, his pale skin and hair already set him apart from most—but he adapted quickly—understood the ancient ways of the people. That’s a rare talent. And the nobles of that great place recognized his value, as did I the moment we met.”

  “I canna deny the lack of refinement here. We are far away from the king’s court and the elegant cities of Europe. But what we lack in manners, we make up for in morals. The Scots are a noble people, ruled by God and honor.”

  “You are a fine match for Alexander,” he said. “A worthy lady.”

  “Now, if only my husband agreed with ye.”

  “Do not let him forget it. Be everything he thinks you are not.”

  She frowned and gazed at Petro. “That willna take much.”

  Petro chuckled. “Only the good things.”

  “Do ye have a wife?”

  The expression on Petro’s face changed as he stared across the water into some distant time and place. “A long time ago. I was married at fifteen.”

  “So young.”

  “Yes.”

  “What happened?”

  “Plague.” He visibly shivered. “My wife and son were taken from me too soon.” He looked back at her, forcing another smile. “Even Alex does not know that part of my history.”

  “I am sorry for yer great loss.” Words couldna express how sad Keely felt for her new friend. And though Petro seemed to manage his suffering, the pain in his eyes showed, whether he knew it or not. “How is it that Alex doesna know?”

  “Alexander carried his own grief, Lady Keely. I refused to add to that burden.”

  “B-but Alex would want to know.”

  “Maybe someday—when he finally decides what kind of man he wants to be.”

  “Tell me of yer wife and son…”

  “Anuria and Giuseppe were everything to me. What does a boy of that age know, really? I went from my father’s house to the cottage gifted to us on our wedding day. It was a quiet life, spent together. As the younger children of nobles, we were not expected to toil in the fields, only to produce grandchildren that would keep our family names alive for another generation. But that unholy sickness claimed thousands in Rome that year—no house, no family was left untouched.”

  Keely reached for his hand. Petro squeezed her fingers in appreciation.

  “We are blessed in the north here,” she said. “The plague has never ripped our children from our arms. But war has many times.”

  Petro nodded in acknowledgement. “At least you have a chance to see and fight your adversaries. Sickness is an invisible evil that no man can defeat. Only luck and the grace of God can save you from its clutches.”

  She let go of his hand. “Have ye ever swam in a Scottish loch?”

  “Never,” he said.

  “Let us change that.” She unpinned her cloak and gestured for Leah to join them. “For I have never known the waters to fail to put a smile on my face.”

  Petro watched her strip down to her shift, then waited for Leah to do the same. “Is it cold?” he asked.

  “Aye,’ Keely said, braving the water first. She waded out to where it reached her hips. “Leah. Petro. Come!”

  The scholar waved at her, then slowly unlaced his boots, removed his tunic, and took Leah’s hand, both of them laughing as they splashed out into the loch.

  Aye, Keely thought, this was her favorite place on MacKay lands. And if she concentrated hard enough, the echo of her and Alex’s laughter from long ago rang in her ears. That was the magic of the Highlands, a place that never let her forget who and what she was, the same place that Petro had decided to give up his own beloved home for—a place she’d never trade for anything, even freedom.

  Chapter Sixteen
r />   After spending a long day inspecting the west villages, Alex and his men returned to the keep, hungry and in need of sleep. Expecting his wife to greet him in the hall, he was displeased to find Mathe instead.

  Alex dinna want to hear the old captain’s complaints. But the faster he walked, the louder the captain pressed him for immediate attention.

  “Laird Alex, if I may have a moment of yer time.”

  “I am not in the mood to discuss anything.”

  “It is urgent.”

  Alex spun about. “The only matter of importance is guaranteeing my people the Sutherlands willna be able to destroy their homes again.”

  “Aye,” Mathe said respectfully. “But ye asked me to stay behind to protect this household.”

  Alex gazed around the hall. “The walls are still standing. Ye have my gratitude.”

  “Tis yer wife.”

  Three words Alex had hoped not to hear. “Did she try to run away?”

  “Nay.”

  Inside, Alex felt relieved. “What is it, then?”

  “She doesna want the bridal bed sheet to be left hanging.”

  Alex eyed the linen. “Do ye blame the lass?”

  Mathe sputtered a bit, but collected himself enough to continue. “It is a matter of tradition. And under the circumstances, it is more important than ever that no one is given a chance to question the legitimacy of yer union.”

  Alex pursed his lips. He’d be the judge of his wife’s chastity, not the council and surely not his tenants. “As I’ve explained to ye before, Captain Mathe, I am capable of vouching for my wife’s purity.”

  “Please,” Mathe pleaded. “Doona take it down.”

  Alex rubbed his dry, burning eyes. The wind had kicked up enough dust to blind a man. “Are ye the one who needs convincing, Mathe?”

  “Are ye questioning my support, Laird Alex? Am I not the one who demanded ye stay? Marry? Accept responsibility for the clan?”

  Aye—the man was right. “Where is Lady Keely?”

  “Abovestairs.”

  “I will speak with her. The linen stays. Now, can I eat and drink, perhaps spend another night with my bride without worrying about domestic issues?”