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“Leland,” Ian said, “I want ye to stay here and guard the door. I am going to speak to the officers.”

“Yer leaving?” Keira interrupted.

“I will be right back. I am going to see if there has been any sign of Rylan, and see if they will allow ye to speak to yer father before tomorrow. The maid will be here shortly. I want ye to stay here with Leland. Listen to his orders. I am leaving him in charge. Do ye understand?”

“Aye. Please do no’ be gone long.”

Ian walked up to her and placed his fingers under her chin. Lifting her head, he kissed her. But before Keira could kiss him back he was already gone.

Leland and Keira sat down on the chairs and waited.

~*~

Ian left the chamber in search of answers. He decided it was best to speak to the castle steward first. If Rylan had arrived, he would know about it. Ian also hoped to gain permission from the man for Keira to speak to her father in the dungeons below, at least to get her questions answered and say goodbye.

As Ian reached the steward’s quarters, he found the man hanging up a ring of keys on a rusty nail hammered into the back wall behind his desk. Cell keys, he figured, by the looks of them. One too many times had Ian seen keys such as those. The man continued to sit at his desk and began reading a ledger.

The steward looked up at him defensively. With no guards present, and no formal introduction, Ian stepped into the chamber. The man gasped and looked ready to run. It became clear to Ian this man was not a military man, but by the look of him he was a man of politics, and ambition. By the smell of whiskey from his breath; he was also a man well into his cups which meant he might be easily persuaded if Ian used just the right approach.

“Good day, Sir…” the steward began, slurring his speech.

“MacKay. Ian MacKay.”

“Aye, well it’s quite unfortunate that ye have caught me at a bad hour. I am no’ taking any meetings today. I’m verra busy as ye can see. Come back tomorrow,” he said as he continued his reading.

“I was sent here on behalf of Clan Sinclair. I have escorted the laird’s daughter to pay her last respects to the man before ye see him hanged.”

The steward looked up at him, giving him a vicious glower with his reddened eyes.

“Visits will take place tomorrow before the tribunal,” he said, hiccupping as he tried to speak.

“Aye, I understand. Ye have yer orders. Surely, ye would allow a mon of God to hear the prisoner’s confession.”

“Ye are a mon of God?” the steward asked suspiciously.

“Aye. I apologize for my attire, but ye know traveling through these Highlands. One feels the need to conceal his identity until he is called upon in times of need.” Ian hastily replied.

“Surely ye must understand my position, Father.”

“My humble apologies. I do no’ wish to get ye in trouble wit’ yer superiors. Is there someone else I should ask?”

“Nay. I am this castle’s steward therefore all requests go through me.”

“Then surely a good Christian like yerself would allow my mistress a few mere moments of yer precious time.”

Ian patiently waited for the steward to mull over his request. He was quite gifted at playing the role of a priest when the occasion called for it. And this man made it all too easy for him. As drunk as the man was, he could be talking to the Pope for all he knew.

“I will allow it. But tell yer mistress that I will allow her only a few minutes,” he said as he stood from his chair.

“She will be pleased for any time ye will give her. May God bless ye and keep ye.”

“Here,” the steward said, picking up a small pouch from his desk. “For the good of the church,” he said, digging in his bag he handed Ian a few coins.

“Thank ye.”

Ian looked at the coins the man offered and slipped them into his inner pocket. Sin or not, if the man was willing to share his riches, Ian was not about to protest the offering. He would put them to good use.

“Before I forget, I did have one more question. Ye havena happened to see a mon by the name of Rylan Arnett of the clan MacKay, have ye?”

“Rylan Arnett? Ne’er heard of the mon.”

“Are ye certain? He was to arrive earlier today.”

“I am certain of it. My guards keep me well aware of who enters these walls. Perhaps the mon ye are searching fer has decided to stay in the village.”

“Perhaps, thank ye again fer yer time.”

Chapter 21

 

 

Keira nervously paced the floor as she waited for Ian to return. Knowing that her father was somewhere in the dungeon beneath her feet caused her stomach to cramp and tighten as if she’d swallowed a bag of rocks.

Keira thought about their meeting and what she would say. She had so many questions to ask that she knew she wouldn’t remember them all. If she could, she would have written them all down just to make sure she wouldn’t forget.

“Lassie, ye need to ease yer worry. Ian will be back soon,” Leland advised.

“I cannae help it. I hate having to wait. I always have to wait.”

Leland smirked, “Tis the way of life my lady.”

“Well it’s a way I am no’ use to,” she admitted just as Ian walked through the door.

Keira quickly turned to face him.

“Did ye find out where they are holding my father? Will they allow me to speak to him?” she asked in one breath.

“Aye, I did manage to convince the steward to allow ye a few minutes below in the dungeons. However I am afraid my request has cost us. Until we leave this place, ye will have to refer to me as Father MacKay.”

“Father? Ye told them ye were a priest? Are ye mad?” Leland asked, surprised by Ian’s remark.

“Twas the only way I could convince the mon to allow Keira to see her father.”

Keira felt terrible he had to lie for her but was grateful for it; though his sin would now be her burden. Since they met, Keira had been counting the number of times she would ask for a reprieve to save his soul; as she highly doubted he could save his own. It was curious, though, how he managed to convince someone of his
sainthood
. A man would have to be mad to believe such a thing. Every bone in Ian’s body was sinful. He obviously had the skills of deception, of that, she knew all too well.

“Thank ye Ian, fer yer sacrifice,” Keira solemnly replied.

“Ye are my wife, Keira. ‘Twas nay a sacrifice,” he reminded her. “Come, we have little time.”

Keira followed Ian out the door and down the stairs. The two of them stopped at the bottom step just outside a warped wooden door where two guards stood guarding the entrance to the dungeon below the stairs.

“My name is Father MacKay. My mistress has been given permission to speak to Laird Sinclair,” Ian reported.

Keira was awestruck by Ian’s performance as he conversed with the guards. He spoke with an English accent, similar to that of the Lowlanders. As the guards spoke to him, Ian went into full character citing bible scripts and blessings. It was hard not to laugh. She wondered what other antics Ian had up his sleeve.   

The guards granted entrance and opened the two locks that sealed the door. They guided them to a solitary room down the end of a long hall. The smell was nauseating, Keira held her breath as they passed several closed wooden doors. The hall was dim and gloomy and smelled of moldy straw and piss. Beyond the moans and cries of the inmates, sharp squeaks of rats could be heard as they scurried in and out underneath the doors as they searched for food and shelter. Keira almost dug her nails into Ian’s arm as her grip on him intensified.

“Stay here,” the guard ordered. “I will fetch the prisoner.”

Keira’s pulse increased at the mention of her father.

“Ian,” she whispered. “May I speak to my father in private?”

Ian’s brow furrowed at her question. She could tell he was not happy with her request.

“I will no’ leave this room. But if ye wish, I will stand near the door.”

A few moments later, the two guards returned with Keira’s father. She gasped as she saw his bare feet shuffling: there were iron shackles around his ankles and his clothes were ragged and torn. At first glance, she almost did not recognize him. It was not his appearance that was striking but his demeanor. No longer was he the tall, proud man she knew. No longer did he hold his head up high, exuding dominance and confidence. This man before her had been broken; a giant cut down to pieces. What had they done to him?

Instinctively, Keira rushed into his arms, but they remained at his sides. The two guards left the chamber locking the door behind them.

“Keira? What the hell are ye doing here?” her father scoffed. “Ye should no’ be here. Ye must leave!”

“Nay!”

“Where is yer husband? Where is Chisholm? He was supposed to protect ye!”

“That is where ye are wrong. Father, I must know, did ye know that Chisholm was an enemy to the crown? Did ye know that he conspires wit’ the English?”

Magnus looked at her with a cold blank stare. Keira gazed into his eyes and could see the truth. Shaking her head she refused to believe it.

“Father, please tell me is it no’ true.”

“Aye. Keira. I knew.”

Keira stepped back from her father in horror. Her stomach clenched with nausea. She looked back at him in disgust.

“Then why the bloody hell did ye ask me to marry him?”

“The world is changing Keira. I found refuge with Laird Chisholm. Ye must understand, had it no’ been fer him we would have lost everything.”

“But we did lose everything! Chisholm never intended to marry me. He fooled ye father. He fooled us both. He was the one who told the king of yer involvement. While the guards were busy arresting ye, he remains a free mon. Dinna ye understand? Ye sold yer soul to the Devil fer naught. And now ye are to die fer it.”

“I am sorry, Keira. But do no’ mourn fer me. Death has no’ come fer me yet and I am no’ afraid to die. But tell me, if Chisholm did no’ bring ye here then who did?”

Keira looked over at her husband who was staring daggers at her father. She could not blame him for being angry with her father.

“This is Ian MacKay, my husband,” she said waiting for her father’s fuming response, but he said nothing.

The two men glowered at each other.

“How did ye become involved in this?” her father asked.

“I was sent to capture Laird Chisholm when I came upon yer daughter before she married the savage beast,” Ian firmly replied.

“Then I offer ye my thanks and trust that ye will keep her safe.”

“She is well protected,” Ian responded.

“Yer time is up,” the guard called out as he entered the room.

“Wait, I am no’ finished,” Keira pleaded.

“I said, ye are finished!” the guard snapped.

~*~

Ian grabbed ahold of Keira’s shoulders and pulled her into him. He did not want trouble.

“Keira. Its time,” he said gently, trying to focus her attention on him. “Ye have to say goodbye.”

Keira looked at him with tears brimming her eyes but he kept his gaze firm. He could see the pain in her eyes, but denying the inevitable would only prolong her suffering. And they couldn’t afford to cause a ruckus. As much as he wanted to wrap her in his arms, he forced himself to keep a safe distance. After all, he was a man of the cloth, at least that’s what the guards were meant to believe. But once they were alone, he would hold her and comfort her all night if that was how long it took.

“Keira, go!” her father demanded refusing to look at her.

“But Father!”

“Take her away! Keep her safe,” he demanded to Ian.

Ian nodded and pulled Keira out of the room.

As they entered the hall she asked, “What will happen to him?”

“He is to be hanged tomorrow after the trials.”

“But, what of the trial? What of witnesses?”

“Keira, he has already been tried.”

Keira froze in place as if she were the one in shackles. Her face had turned white and she looked sickly. Ian wrapped an arm around her and hurried her down the hall and out of the dungeon. As he led her up the stairs to their chamber, she remained silent. As soon as they entered the bedchamber, Ian held her close. Keira sobbing, buried her face in his chest, soaking his shirt.

“Tis alright lass. We knew this was going to happen. Ye knew we were no’ here to save him.”

“I know,” she faintly replied. “Ian, would that have been my fate had ye no’ married me?”

“Nay! Because I would never have allowed anything to happen to ye.”

“Are ye worried about the trials tomorrow?” she asked, sniffling.

“Nay, and neither should ye be.”

~*~

Not worry, he told her! Asking her not to worry was like asking her to keep the sun from rising. It would take a miracle or an act of God to abide by such a request.

The hour was late and Keira had no idea how she would ever sleep knowing what tomorrow would bring. Ian repeatedly asked her to join him in bed, but her mind was too distracted. Gazing into the fire, her mind played out the past several weeks leading up to tomorrow’s trial. She felt angry with herself for having been so blind to what was happening in her own household. Her concern shifted to her sisters. Where were they? Were they safe? She needed to find them. Keira turned to ask Ian if he would send someone out after them, but he was already sound asleep.

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