Highland Courage (Highland Brides) (30 page)

“Laird, I know she was frightened. She must have run away after I fell asleep,” explained Meriel.

David’s face fell. “Laird, she isn’t safe out there on her own. I need to find her.”

“Don’t worry,” Tadhg assured him. “We will find her.”

The initial search for Finola turned up little. With so many people encamped outside Duncurra, finding any evidence of a trail was difficult. Still, well away from the trodden area of the encampments a trail left by a single person walking westward was found, but lost again in a rocky area. It appeared she was trying to go home to Cnocreidh. When they had found no further sign of her by midday, Tadhg sought Niall’s help and search parties formed, fanning out westward from Duncurra.

Twenty Five

Darcy sat drinking ale in the great hall oblivious to the uproar surrounding the Matheson lass’s disappearance. He supposed he should be concerned, she had helped remove suspicion from him regarding the attack on Rowan, but he had other troubles and he just didn’t care. That was until Rafer sought him out. “Darcy, are ye not joining in the search?”

“Why should I? I owe Matheson nothing.”

“That may be true, but I suspect he sees it differently.”

“I don’t care if he does.”

“Well, if ye were to find his wayward clanswoman and return her safely, he might be less likely to want ye dead.”

“There are hundreds of men out searching for the twit. I am more likely to run afoul of one of his angry clansmen than anything else.”

“Aye, there are hundreds of men out there, but ye will only run into them if ye go off in the same direction, searching toward the west.”

“That is where they found her trail.”

“What if it wasn’t her trail? What if she decided, with her laird as angry as he was, going home was the very last thing she wanted to do?”

Darcy looked at him thoughtfully. “Aye. Now that ye mention it, why would she run away only to go where she would surely be found?”

“My thoughts exactly. If ye search to the east ye will not run into any angry Mathesons or MacKenzies and if ye find her, ye will be the hero.”

“Your plan has some merit, but what’s in it for ye?”

“Darcy, I love your sister. I want to marry her. All I ask is for ye talk to your father for us.”

“I doubt my father will pay me any heed, but if we find her safely, I’ll do it.”

They left the castle for the Fraser encampment to get horses then rode east looking for signs of a trail.

~ * ~

Mairead became distraught when Tadhg told her Finola had disappeared. He tried to assure her that Finola would be found unharmed, but Mairead was all too familiar with the foolish choices one could make out of fear. She begged him to enlist all available guardsmen in the search, including those guarding her.

“No, love. It was during confusion such as this when Darcy managed to get to ye before.”

“He isn’t likely to do that again.”

“Still, I won’t take any chances.”

“What if I stayed in Rowan’s chamber, with my mother and Katherine? Niall has a guard placed there for Katherine. Quinn and Peadar are there as guards, too. I will be safe.”

Tadhg considered this. The afternoon was pressing on and there had been no signs of Finola. If night fell without finding her, he feared for her safety. “Please, Tadhg, ye must find her.”

“So be it. Ye will stay with your mother, under your brothers’ protection. Promise me ye will not leave their sides for anything. Do ye hear me? Nothing.”

“I promise.”

Tadhg escorted her to Rowan’s chamber. He also extracted promises from Quinn and Peadar that she would never be out of their sight. He kissed her soundly before leaving to rejoin the search.

She hadn’t seen Rowan since the attack and the sight of her huge, strong brother, normally so full of life, lying pale and still in the bed nearly undid her. She sat next to him on the bed, holding his big calloused hand in her small ones. Her mother dozed in a chair but Katherine sat on the other side of the bed, watching quietly. “He is so strong. He will get better. He will get better, won’t he?” she asked Katherine.

Katherine smiled warmly, saying, “Aye. I think he will. He stirs more often and seems to come closer and closer to being alert. His body just needs time to recover.”

“He is a good brother. Since Mama is asleep, I can tell ye, he was so excited to come here. He wanted a chance to make his own way, to be more than just one of the younger MacKenzies.”

“I know he did. He is a good man and an excellent guardsman. Niall thinks very highly of him.”

“Was he happy about this wedding? When Da announced it, he seemed resigned to it. I hoped he would be as happy as I am.”

“None of us have much say in who we marry, do we? Tadhg is lovely. I had no doubt he would be a good husband for ye.”

“I thought he kidnapped ye, how could ye know such a thing?”

Katherine’s musical laughter filled the room. “Aye, he did. But even though he believed Niall was his enemy, he treated me with kindness and respect. He listened to me when I believed something was wrong. If he could be that considerate of an enemy, he must surely treat a wife with great care.”

Mairead smiled. “Aye, he does.”

“But Katherine, ye didn’t answer the question,” her mother said.

“Mama, I didn’t know ye were awake.”

“Clearly. But I was aware Rowan looked forward to making a life here, sweetheart. The question remains, was he looking forward to his marriage?”

Katherine smiled sadly. “I don’t think so. He accepted it as we all do. He intended to try and build a good life with Eara, but no, I don’t think he was particularly pleased about it.”

“I didn’t think so. He was fond of Sine. He had met her several times over the years and was quite taken with her, but Lachlan wouldn’t agree to that betrothal.”

“Was Sine fond of him?” Mairead asked her mother.

“I don’t know, pet. However, she seemed distraught over his injury. Perhaps she does harbor a fondness for him as well.”

Rowan stirred. “What has happened?”

“Rowan, son, ye are awake!” Brigid exclaimed with joy.

“Someone struck ye in the head, Rowan, but ye will be fine,” Katherine assured him.

“My lady, the pounding pain in my head is enough to tell me I was struck. What I want to know is what happened to Eara?”

“Don’t worry about that for now, pet. We have to get ye better.”

“Mother, I know Eara—well, I’ll just say she didn’t want this marriage, but ye talk as if it is off. Is she the one who struck me?”

“Nay, love, we don’t think so. We don’t know who is responsible for injuring ye, but aye, the wedding is off. Eara—”

“—was in love with someone else,” he finished his mother’s sentence.

“Aye, love, that has become obvious. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m just glad we learned the truth before the wedding.”

~ * ~

Darcy and Rafer found the trail of a single horse north of Loch Craos and followed it eastward into the forest.

“I’m not sure how she could have slipped away on horseback without anyone noticing her,” Darcy observed.

“Well, perhaps someone helped her,” said Rafer.

“Perhaps. A horse’s trail is certainly easier to follow than a lass’s on foot. It makes me wonder whose trail they found heading westward.”

“It’s hard to say.”

The trail led them straight to the small cave where Finola sheltered. The noise of the horses must have alerted her to their approach because she emerged from the cave cautiously at first, then rushed toward Darcy when he dismounted.

“Ye came. Rafer said ye would. Oh, Darcy, I am so happy.”

Darcy spun and drew his sword just as Rafer lunged at him from behind. Rafer’s dagger caught a glancing blow on Darcy’s left shoulder. He fought through the sharp burning pain, shoving Rafer back and thrusting toward him with his sword. Having lost the element of surprise, Rafer lurched backwards, drawing his own sword. Finola screamed, pressing herself against the rock wall.

“Ye knew she was here. What have ye done?” Darcy demanded of Rafer.

“Nothing, Darcy. I just arranged things so ye could be the hero, just as I said.”

“If that was the case, why did ye try to sink yer dirk into my back?”

Rafer cautiously began to circle toward Darcy’s injured side. “Darcy, ye’re making a mistake.”

“What did he tell ye, lass?” Darcy demanded, never taking his eyes from Rafer.

“He said ye were worried about me, ye wanted to help me, and I was to hide here until ye came.”

“Now why would ye tell her something like that, Rafer? I said no such thing.” He wasn’t surprised by Finola’s shocked gasp.

“Well, this is a bit awkward,” said Rafer as he slowly continued to circle to Darcy’s left.

Darcy lunged at Rafer as he tried to reach Finola. Rafer parried the blow. “Get behind me, lass, and stay there!” Darcy commanded. As he fought, warm blood trickled steadily down his left arm from the wound in his shoulder. “What could ye have hoped to gain from this, Rafer?”

“Lady Matheson had the right of it, ye really are an eejit, Darcy. I love your sister and I wanted nothing more than to marry her, but your da would have none of it. I couldn’t very well let the MacKenzie pup have her, could I?”

“Ye were the one, after all.”

“Aye, frankly, I intended to kill him, but I heard someone coming before I had the chance to bury my dagger in him. Still, he could not possibly know it was me and no one witnessed me reenter the tower after Eara went to bed. If this little bitch’s sister had just kept her mouth shut, no one would ever have suspected me.”

“But she did overhear ye, and ye admitted your involvement with Eara.”

“Aye, I looked completely blameless pleading innocent of injuring Rowan while admitting my undying love for your sister. Then ye obliged by attacking the wee mouse and drawing suspicion further away from me.”

“So why do this? I had a witness and everyone believed ye innocent as well.”

“Aye, ye had a witness, so how long do think it would be before they looked more closely at me again? But ye see, Darcy, unlike some of the others, this little wench is actually fond of ye and thought ye might be willing to help her. When she showed up at our camp last night, I figured out the solution to my little problem. I led her away, promising to bring her savior to her. I returned to the encampment, created a false trail leading westward, and waited until I could lead ye here.”

“But why? How will this clear ye of the attack on Rowan?”

“Because ye attacked Rowan, ye convinced me to help spirit the wench away to kill her before she could change her mind about the lie she told for ye, then ye tried unsuccessfully to kill me. Sadly, I had to kill ye protecting myself.”

“Ye bastard!” roared Darcy, lunging toward Rafer. As he did, he remembered the lass behind him. He was an extremely skilled swordsman and normally would have no trouble besting Rafer, but he was losing blood rapidly. As he weakened, his thrusts and parries became less effective. He dizzied and stumbled. He wouldn’t last long. “Run, lass!” he yelled.

As she ran away, Rafer laughed. When I’m done with ye, I’ll find her. Perhaps I’ll rape her before I kill her, so everyone will know it was ye.”

Darcy drew on every reserve he had. Rafer continued to press him, but Darcy was able to hold his own until he stumbled backward over a rock and everything went dark.

Twenty Six

By the middle of the next morning, the search was called off. The mood at Duncurra was somber as the men returned. The good news of Rowan’s recovery was tempered by the failure to find Finola. They had found no sign of her beyond the initial trail leading westward. The clan leaders present met in the great hall.

“MacIan, I am sorry for the trouble Darcy caused, and I promised ye, I will deal with him. However, it is clear he had nothing to do with the attack on Rowan, and ye have no way of knowing who did. Since it looks as if Rowan will recover, it is clear no murder has been done and ye have no reason to keep us here longer. We’ll leave with no hard feelings.”

Tadhg couldn’t believe his ears. “No hard feeling? Your son attacked my wife!”

“I said I would deal with him. Shall I have him horsewhipped here, where ye can watch?” Lachlan demanded. “Ye think your wee wife would like seeing that?”

No matter how much Darcy had hurt Mairead, Tadhg firmly believed she would not want to witness his punishment. “Nay, she wouldn’t.”

“I thought as much. So, MacIan, we will go.”

Niall agreed, but Eara Fraser spoke up. “I don’t think we should leave, Da.”

“Haven’t ye caused enough trouble?” her father asked.

“Da, I can’t find Darcy or Rafer anywhere. No one has seen them since yesterday evening. I suspect while ye were all on a wild goose chase after the Matheson wench, the highly affronted Laird Matheson did something to them.”

“If Darcy and Rafer are missing, I had nothing to do with it, more’s the pity. I was on the ‘wild goose chase,’ as ye call it.”

“Don’t believe him, Da. Ye don’t think he’d let an attack on his wife go unanswered, do ye?”

“Matheson, where is my son?” Lachlan demanded.

“I am at the absolute edge of my patience, Fraser. I agreed to let ye handle Darcy as much as I hated doing so. I also made a vow to Laird MacIan that I would not harm any guest here. Are ye questioning my honor now? Your honor seems to be on somewhat shaky ground, if ye ask me.”

Lachlan rose to his feet, bristling. “Both of ye stand down,” Niall ordered. “By all that’s holy, lass, are ye trying to start a feud?”

“MacIan, that’s my daughter ye are talking to.”

“Aye, Lachlan, and ye said yourself she has been responsible for her share of the trouble we find ourselves in. I will send my men to search for your son, but ye need to calm down. Nothing will be gained by jumping to conclusions.”

Lachlan backed down, but the tension in the great hall remained high. After several hours of searching, Darcy and Rafer had not been found. However, they had been seen saddling horses and riding eastward. Arguments broke out about the best course of action. Lachlan wanted to send men to search for them. Tadhg wholeheartedly agreed.