Read The Clan MacDougall Series Online
Authors: Suzan Tisdale
Tags: #Historical Romance, #Love Stories, #Medieval Scotland, #Mystery, #Romance, #Scottish, #Thriller & Suspense, #Highlanders, #Love Story, #Medieval Romance, #Scotland, #Scotland Highlands
The men nodded their heads approvingly. “’Tis good!” Daniel said. “They’ll serve ye well as a reminder of the injustices served on someone weaker than ye, and how ye became a man and stood up fer what was right.” He leaned over and squeezed John’s shoulder. “Ye did well, lad.”
“Aye,” David said. “I couldna be more proud of ye if ye were me own brother by blood!”
Nora felt like crying again, for a myriad of reasons. These men were holding no grudge against the boy who not more than half an hour ago had been calling them filthy Scots. Instead, they looked at him with approval and what could only be described as pride. While she felt guilty at not being there to protect her younger brother, she couldn’t help but feel proud of him. He had certainly matured and grown in this past year.
“Now, lad,” Wee William said as he drew himself to his feet. “How well do ye ride?”
John looked confused. “Ride? Ride what?”
“Why a horse, lad!”
John shook his head. “I’ve never been on a horse until this day.”
The three men looked aghast. “Ye haven’t?” David asked.
John stood taller. “Nay, I haven’t. If I’ve anywhere to go, I use my feet to take me.”
The men laughed before informing him he’d be riding one of the spare horses. Nora could tell by the look on John’s face that he was quite taken aback by how the men were treating him. She knew it wasn’t at all what he had expected.
John had yet to ask why the Highlanders were helping and where they were heading. Nora decided to wait until he asked. Mayhap he would grow to trust these men more fully in the days ahead and thereby lessening the shock that was sure to come.
While Daniel and David took over giving John quick instructions on riding, Wee William turned his attention on Nora. She was using the hem of her dress to clean Elise’s face. She had scooped up a small amount of snow and let it melt in her hands before using it to scrub the little girl’s face.
“That’s cold, Nora!” Elise complained as she shivered.
“Aye, I know it is. But we cannot allow you to have a sticky face. It’s very un-lady like.”
When Nora was satisfied that Elise’s face was clean, she took another section of her hem to rub the little cheeks vigorously in order to warm them.
That tingling sensation that William had first felt back at the cottage had returned. As he watched the beautiful woman care for her little sister, he couldn’t help but think what a wonderful mother she would someday make. That thought brought forth a warm sensation in his chest, and he found himself wanting to know her better.
Aye, it had been sheer physical attraction that had helped him make the hasty decision to take her back to Scotland in the first place. He couldn’t deny it. What with those intense blue eyes, those full lips, and her long, dark hair, what man wouldn’t be drawn to such beauty?
But as the hours had passed by, and with her absolute devotion to her family, and the way she handled herself back at Firth, he began to realize it was much more than just her beauty that was drawing him toward her. It was her resolve, her steadfast dedication to her brother and sister, and her quiet inner strength. And that round little bottom as it sat on his lap…his mind began to wander again.
Nora had the sense that someone was watching her. Looking up, she saw Wee William standing near their horse and assumed he meant for her to hurry. She smiled at him as she gave Elise a kiss on the top of her head.
“We’re hurrying, William,” she told him. “I thought it best to take Elise to a tree
before
we set off again.”
Wee William nodded his head and turned away, embarrassed that he’d been caught watching her. He decided it best to double check the straps on his saddle and to insure the bags were securely fastened. It also afforded him more time to get his heart to stop pounding and his mind to quit racing around the lustful thoughts of Nora and her plump derrière.
“What is heaven like, Sir Daniel?” Elise asked. Daniel had her wrapped so tightly in warm fur that only her tiny face could be seen from under it.
Daniel had no idea what to make of her question as he’d only half heard it. The child had been chattering on about one thing or another since they’d begun riding again some three hours ago. Her chatter was much preferable than having to stop every other mile in order for her to relieve her bladder. But still, it was beginning to grow tiresome.
David chuckled at the title the little girl had bestowed upon them. No matter how many times they informed her that none of them were knighted and therefore undeserving of such a title, she still insisted on putting the
sir
in front of each of their names.
“Heaven?” Daniel asked. “I imagine ’tis quite a beautiful place, lass.”
Elise turned her face as best she could to look up at him. “But you’re an angel, Sir Daniel, of course you know what Heaven is like. Or are you not s’posed to tell? Is it a secret?”
David and Wee William let loose with a fit of laughter at hearing Daniel being referred to as an angel. Their laughter woke Nora who had dozed off several miles back.
“An angel? Me?” Daniel asked incredulously.
“Nora says you’re angels, all of you. Nora says God sent you down to help us. Nora never tells a lie.”
“Mayhap you misunderstood her, lass,” Daniel offered.
“Nay!” Elise said firmly. “Nora said you and Sir David and Sir William are angels sent to help us. Nora wouldn’t tell such a lie, Sir Daniel!” Elise leaned forward in search of her sister. Upon finding Nora, she became worried that she’d said something she shouldn’t have. “It wasn’t a secret, was it Nora? You didn’t say not to tell that they were angels!”
“Shush, child!” Nora told her from behind a crimson face.
“You didn’t lie, did you Nora? You said I shouldn’t be afraid of them because they’re angels.”
Nora let out a sigh of frustration. “Elise, angels come in all forms. Not
all
angels come down from Heaven, but God sends them to help, nonetheless.”
Elise chewed on that for a moment. “So they’re not from Heaven?”
Nora shook her head. “Nay, not from Heaven, but angels just the same.”
“So they haven’t seen our mums?” she looked positively deflated by the news.
“Mums?” Wee William asked.
“Me and Nora have the same papa, but different mums. Nora’s mum died in childbed just like my mum.”
Wee William looked down at the top of Nora’s head and his sympathy for her grew. “I’m sorry, lass,” he whispered into her hair.
“’Tis all right, William. ’Tis true that my mum died in childbed, giving birth to me. My father married John and Elise’s mum when I was about two. She was the woman who raised me, just the same as if I came from her own womb. She was a beautiful, kind woman.”
“They’re
still
angels, aren’t they Nora?” Elise asked hopefully, not ready yet to let the subject be dropped.
Nora cast a glance at the men around her. While they might not believe they were angels, Nora certainly held them in that high regard. She felt a debt of eternal gratitude for these men.
“Aye,” Nora said boldly, sitting a bit taller in Wee William’s lap. “No matter what they might think, they
are
answers to many prayers. While they may be a bit rough around the edges, they are angels just the same, Elise. So you needn’t be afraid of them.”
She hoped the men would pick up on her hidden meaning and would realize she had told Elise what she had in order that the child might not be afraid of them.
“I haven’t been called an angel since I was a wean, and then ’twas by me grand mum!” David said with a smile.
“We thank ye fer yer compliment, lass,” Daniel said with a similar smile.
There was much more Wee William wanted to ask but didn’t. He was curious as to how Nora came to be married to such a vile man as Horace Crawford. He left his many questions unasked as they rode along the snow covered countryside.
“Now, to answer yer question about Heaven, lass,” Daniel said to Elise. “Aye, I’ve seen Heaven with me own eyes.”
“You have?” Elise asked disbelievingly.
“Aye, lass, I have. Ye see, lass, I like to think of me home as a little Heaven on earth. Ye’ll never rest yer eyes on a more beautiful place!”
“Really?” Nora asked, still unsure if she could believe him.
“Aye,” David interjected. “Come springtime, the land comes to life, ye see. There’ll be more flowers than a man could count in ten lifetimes. And ’tis also when all the animals are born. The sheep call out to one another, the birds twitter about singing their love of their country, and everything just bursts to life.”
As the men went on talking about the beauty of their homeland, Nora felt at peace. Much like a child being told a bedtime story, she began to doze off to the soft timbre of the Highlanders voices and within a very short time, she finally succumbed to the exhaustion that had been plaguing her for the past many hours.
“Will I get to see your home sometime, Sir Daniel?” Elise asked sleepily.
“Of course ye will, lass. That be where we be headin’ right now.”
Elise sat upright at the news and pulled the fur from her head along with the hood of her cloak. Excitedly she looked up at Daniel, her smile beaming. “You’re taking us there now? You aren’t fibbing are you?”
Daniel chuckled as he returned her smile. The child was positively captivating, with her little ringlets, big blue eyes, and front tooth missing. “I’d never lie to a princess such as ye.”
“I’m no princess!” Elise said with a giggle.
“Och! Mayhap not born into a royal family, but a princess just the same,” he teased her.
“Sir Daniel, you jest!”
“Nay, I do no’ jest,” he told her.
Elise rubbed her eyes, forcing herself to remain awake. She was having far too grand a time riding along on the big horse. “So, what is your home called? Does it have a name?”
“Of course it does, lass! It’s called Scotland!”
In the timespan of one heartbeat, Elise’s smile and bright eyes turned to absolute terror. A heartbeat later, she was shrieking at the top of her lungs, and large teardrops spilled from her eyes.
Nora bolted upright, thinking the child had been injured or had fallen from her horse. The men immediately pulled their horses to a stop, all eyes on the now hysterical child.
“Elise!” Nora called out. “What is wrong? Are you in pain?”
“They’re taking us to Scotland!” Elise answered between terrified sobs. “We can’t go to Scotland!” she was holding her arms out to Nora. Wee William pulled his horse alongside Daniel’s so that Nora could pull the child onto her lap.
“Hush, child! There’s nothing to be afraid of!” Nora tried soothing Elise, but to no avail.
Between hysterical sobs, Elise spoke. “They’re taking us to Scotland, Nora!” she hiccuped. “Scotland is a bad place! Papa said it was filled with ogres and monsters and the devil lives there!”
The men rolled their eyes and shook their heads in dismay. Nora pulled Elise closer to her breast as she tried to sooth her.
“Elise! Those were just stories, papa told! They’re not true, sweetling!”
Elise squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. “Nay! Papa wouldn’t lie about such things! He said that Scotland was the worst place to ever go and if I ever went there, the earth would swallow me whole and I’d be stuck in Hell with the devil!”
“Elise, calm yourself, please!”
“I wanna go home! I don’t wanna go to Scotland! I don’t want to be swallowed whole! I don’t wanna go to Hell! There are bad, bad men there! And ogres! And Highlanders! And men who steal little girl’s ears!”
So it went for a very long while, with Elise in hysterics, John staring at her as if she’d lost her mind and the men looking positively perplexed and at a loss as to how to calm the distraught little girl.
“Elise,” Wee William spoke in a calm tone. “Sometimes fathers tell their children stories just to frighten them or to get them to either
do
somethin’ or
no’
to do somethin’. I think yer father was just tellin’ ye these things because he feared ye’d someday leave him.”
Elise looked up at him, her eyes were red from crying and her nose was running. She hiccuped again before asking him if he really, truly believed that.
“Aye, I do, lass! Why, when I was a boy, there was a dangerous bog not far from our home. Me mum worried that I’d go wanderin’ off someday and get lost in it. Me da didna like when me mum worried, so he told me a story to keep me close to home.”
“A story?” she asked, hiccupping once again.
“Aye, he told me that a scary beast lived in the bog, a beast so ugly, so mean, so vile that if I ever stepped one wee toe on the beast’s land, it would not only bite all me toes off, it would turn me to stone!”
“But it wasn’t true?”
Wee William smiled at her, lifted the fur that covered Nora, and pulled the child into the warmth. “Nay, child, it wasn’t true. It was just a story to keep me from hurtin’ myself or bein’ lost.”
Elise looked at her sister as if to ask if she should believe Wee William’s story. Nora smiled down at her before giving her a nod and a kiss to the top of her head. She used the hem of her dress to wipe the child’s face clean.
“And do ye know what me da called this terrible beast?” Wee William asked with a twinkle in his eye.
“Nay, what did he call him?”
“An Englishman!” Everyone, but John, joined in Wee William’s laughter.
John finally spoke up. “Why did you not tell me where we were going, Nora?” he was making no attempt to mask his anger. His jaw muscles where twitching.
“John, I am sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.”
John cut her off. “Were you afraid I couldn’t handle being told the right of it? Were you afraid I’d act like a babe and throw a tantrum like Elise just did?”
“No, John, I did not! I thought it best to give you time to get used to-”
He stopped her again. “Nay, you didn’t think! You could have at least
asked
me my opinion! I’m not a baby Nora! And ’tis been
I
who has been taking care of Elise for this past year, not
you
. ’Tis been me that’s wiped her tears and cared for her when she was sick. ’Tis been
me
that’s made sure she had plenty of food and shoes on her feet!”