Timeless Tales of Honor (15 page)

Now he lay here in the late hours of the night unable to think of anyone but Aishlinn and he felt like a damned fool. She was nothing like any woman he had ever known. She was innocent and pure but with a fire and a spirit that the foolish men in her life had nearly destroyed. She was not afraid to speak her mind but was ever mindful not to insult anyone.

And the way she flushed red from head to toe whenever a compliment was given to her! Och! Such sweetness!

More than bonny, the girl was damned beautiful. She was not like the buxom and curvaceous women he had preferred in the past. Nay, she was slender and slight, a wee thing really, with fine, delicate features.

The deepest of green eyes she had. There was much pain and fear in them, too much he supposed. But there was something else that lingered just behind the surface, something that begged to be set free. Passion and desire, aye, but not in the romantic or physical sense. Nay, ’twas something deeper and more precious than that. There was something in her that wanted to be more than what people demanded her to be and that was what he wanted to give her. The freedom to be who she really was.

Though her hair was shorter than even his own it was the color of spun gold, soft and thick. He imagined running his hands through it while he kissed her delicate lips. He wanted to touch every inch of her creamy skin while leaving behind a trail of kisses with his lips. His body ached with wanting to press her close to his chest and to hear her soft, tender sighs of contentment. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her.

He tried to think of all the other women he knew and not one who came to mind filled his heart with the kind of feelings he held for Aishlinn. Aye, they were fine women and they would make any man a good wife. But they were not Aishlinn.

Duncan very much wanted to take away all her bad memories and replace them with happy ones. He wanted to protect her and keep her safe. He wanted to prove to her that not all men were evil whoresons. He wanted to give her a life that his heart knew she deserved.

Aye, those were the things he wanted to give to her, but how? Did he step aside and allow someone else, some other man, to give her those things she deserved? Or did he remain selfish and insist upon doing it himself? He did not know if he could live without her if he let her be. And he did not know if he could live with himself if he didn’t.

D
uncan had made
the only decision he felt as right and honorable. He would stay away from Aishlinn as much as possible, letting Bree and Isobel take her under their wings. He would, however, maintain a very watchful eye over her. The moment it appeared anyone else might step into the shoes he wanted to fill, he would act.

For more than a sennight, he had spent his days with his men, sparring and practicing more zealously than normal, even for him, and his afternoons tending to the responsibilities of acting chief. He would pretend to be busier than he actually was, thereby conveniently missing the evening meals in the gathering room, which in turn kept him away from Aishlinn.

On several occasions, he had seen her walking the grounds with Bree and Isobel. She had smiled and waved at him, apparently pleased to see him. Duncan however had given her only a cursory nod of his head and had immediately fled in the opposite direction. While his heart ached at the sight of her, he had convinced himself ’twas the right and proper thing to do.

As the days grew longer and warmer he saw less and less of her wandering the grounds. Seeing Bree walking alone one afternoon he stopped to speak with her. He could tell something was the matter for the normally happy and energetic Bree was not smiling at him. In fact, she looked down right angry the moment she laid eyes on him.

“What be the matter, lass?” he asked.

Her pursed lips and furrowed brow were good indicators as to how angry she was. “As if ye dunna ken!” she said. For a moment he thought he might need to run or take cover, for she was certainly displeased with him. He had not a clue what he had done to make her angry. “But I do no’ ken, ’tis why I asked.”

Lowering her voice she said, “Ye’ve broken Aishlinn’s heart is what ye’ve done ye daft eejit!” she said, poking his chest with her finger.

Duncan was stunned for he could not imagine what he’d done to cause her to say such a thing. The opposite sex, though quite intriguing, beguiling and wondrous, often left him in a state of utter confusion.

Bree could tell from his confounded expression that he did not understand. “Ya fool! Ye bring the lass here and then abandon her. Ye dunna speak to her. Ye dunna ask her how she gets along or what she does with her days. Ye avoid her at every turn. How do ye suppose that makes her feel?” She put her hands on her hips and looked thoroughly disappointed in him.

Duncan had not intended to hurt Aishlinn’s feelings. He had merely been stepping out of her way to allow her time and to give her room to grow. He had been protecting her. “I meant no’ to do that.” He could not explain to Bree the reasons behind his decision.

“Well, whether ye meant to or no’ ’tis what has happened. The poor girl thinks she’s done something to offend or anger ye.”

“Tisn’t true!” Duncan protested. “She’s done nothing.” His stomach began to fill with intense guilt.

“Matters no’ Duncan. How do ye think she should feel when ye dunna say even so much as ‘good day’ to her?”

“I meant only to give her time to make friends, to allow her to heal.” That much was true.

“And why can’t she still have ye as a friend while she makes new ones?”

He knew the real reasons why that would not work. When he was near her it was all he could do to hold himself in. It was for her own good he had avoided her.

“Ya need to go and tell her that she’s done nothing wrong and that yer just an eejit fool of a man,” Bree told him.

A look that resembled horror washed over Duncan’s face. He did not know how he could apologize without explaining the reasons for what he had done. No good could come of it, he was certain.

“Duncan, she thinks ye’ve only brotherly affections for her,” Bree said, though she knew better. “And I’ve said nothin’ to the contrary.” Bree had her suspicions about Duncan’s true feelings, but they were just that, suspicions. She had kept them to herself until now.

“I dunna ken what ye speak of,” he scowled at her. He would admit nothing, at least not now and not to Bree. His feelings were his own and he’d deal with them the best way he could.

Bree softened, not wanting to make matters worse between Duncan and Aishlinn. “Duncan, go to the lass. Tell her yer sorry and that she’s done nothing wrong. She stays in her room now and does no’ leave. She says she feels no’ well,”

His protective instincts took hold of him. “No’ well?” he asked. “Does she have the fevers?” If she were ill, he would make certain that great care was given to her.

Bree suppressed the urge to smile and instead chose to put a look of deep concern on her face. Aishlinn had fevers all right, but not the kind Duncan was thinking.

“I dunna ken, just that she has no’ left her room since two days past. She stays in her bed and does not eat.” She knew Duncan would go to her straight away if he thought Aishlinn ill. She was right for he dashed away without so much as a “good day” as he ran to the castle. Bree knew ’twas, perhaps, a devilish thing to have done, lying to Duncan as she had. But she had good intentions and knew in her heart ’twas the right thing. She tried to hide her smile as she went in search of Findley.

D
uncan raced
to the castle entrance, through the large gathering room and bounded up the stairs two at a time. He had made a terrible mistake by removing himself so completely from Aishlinn’s life. Now she lay in her bed ill and ’twas all his fault. If anything happened to her, he would never forgive himself.

Not bothering to knock, he flung the door open, scaring the devil out of Aishlinn. He stood in the doorway, out of breath, his forehead covered with sweat. It wasn’t the run that had done him in; it was his worry over Aishlinn.

The most confounded expression came to his face when he saw that she wasn’t lying in her bed at death’s door. She had been sitting in a chair near the open windows, but when he came crashing through the door he had startled her so much that she jumped up and knocked the chair over.

“Duncan!” she yelled at him. “What on earth is the matter?” Her first thought was that perhaps the castle was under attack and he was here to take her to safety. Her second thought, when she saw the confused look he held, was that he had lost his mind.

“Yer no’ ill.” He was surprised and relieved. He also realized he had been lied to. Bree had tricked him. He made a silent promise to remember to repay her some day.

“Nay! I’m not ill. Who told you that I was?” Confused and slightly perturbed, she straightened the chair and placed it back near the window.

“I’m sorry. I was misinformed.”

“Is that why you came bursting in here? Because you thought I was ill?” she asked him.

“Aye, I did.” He was trying to steady his breathing as well as his anger at Bree for lying to him.

Aishlinn studied him for a brief moment before she pursed her lips together and put her fists on her hips. God, how he had missed her, had missed that fire in her eyes. She shook her head and turned away from him and mumbled something under her breath.

“What was that, lass?”

“I said, a lot you care!” she shot at him from over her shoulder. She couldn’t look at him at the moment and kept her eyes glued to the land outside her windows. If she looked at him now, he might see the heartbreak hidden beneath her anger. She’d not give him that satisfaction.

“But I do care.” More than she knew.

“Is that why,” she said, finally turning to look at him, “you have avoided me at all costs for the past sennight? Is it because you care that you turn and run the other way when you see me? Is it because you care that you do not even say ‘good day’ to me?” She was angry and not afraid to let him know it.

“I’ve have been busy with me duties and responsibilities.” He was flustered and knew the conversation they were about to have would not end well for him.

“Well then, I would not want to keep you from all those important duties and responsibilities. With whom do I speak, Laird McEwan, about making an appointment with you? There is something important I wish to discuss with you,” she seethed. Duncan was certain he detected a bit of hurt to her voice. “At your convenience Laird McEwan,” she said as she curtsied elegantly before him.

He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at her. Normally that would have been enough to cause her to back down from him. This day it did not work for she stood resolutely before him determined to hold her ground. “I have time now. What is it you wish to speak to me about?” he asked.

Cupping her hands together, she stood her ground as firmly as she could. “I wish to leave the comforts of your castle.” In all reality it was the last thing she wanted to do, but Duncan had left her no choice.

She could have stripped herself naked and begun flying about the room and he would not have been nearly as shocked as he was at the news that she wished to leave.

“What? Leave here? Why? Where will ye go?” He did not like the idea of her leaving and he would not allow it.

“I do not know. I am told I might be able to acquire a position as a scullery maid at another castle with another clan. I have worn out my welcome with you, therefore I wish to leave.”

“Who told ye that ye’ve worn out yer welcome with me?” he demanded. He would knock the fool right on his arse for spreading such lies.

She cocked her head slightly and looked at him as if he were daft. “You.”

“Me?” he asked quite dumbfounded before the truth of the matter dawned in his rather thick skull. It wasn’t what he had said; it was what he had done.

He ran his hands through his hair and tried to calm himself. “Ya’ve no’ worn out yer welcome here. I’m quite glad to have ye here, Aishlinn, and I’ll no’ allow ye to leave.”

If she could have picked up something and thrown it at him she would have. At the moment she was far too stunned and far too angry to do anything but stand with her mouth agape. “What do you mean you’ll not allow me to leave? Am I your prisoner?”

Perhaps he could have chosen a better way to put it but it was too late now. “Nay, yer no’ my prisoner, yer me guest, and ye’ll remain my guest until Angus returns. Now I’ll hear no more of ye leavin’.” He started to walk away but she stopped him.

“Pardon me, m’laird, but if this is how you treat your guests, then I’d prefer not to have that privilege thrust upon me. I wish to leave.”

If he had to put her in shackles and throw her in the oubliette to keep her from leaving, he would. “Nay. Ye’ll no’ be leavin’.”

Aishlinn took a very deep breath in through her nose and counted to ten before letting it out very slowly. It was all she could do to keep from throwing the chair at him. “Then I’m your prisoner, and not your guest.”

“Nay, yer me guest.”

Aishlinn held up her hand to stop him for it was getting all too ridiculous. “No matter what you prefer to call me, m’laird, the fact is I want to leave and you say you’ll not allow it!” She was growing increasingly frustrated with him. “I would like to know why.”

“Why what?” he asked. He’d been momentarily distracted by the way the sunlight that streamed in through the window glanced off her lovely golden hair.

Were all men this daft, she wondered? “Why will you not allow me to leave?” she demanded to know.

He had been in more battles than he could count and he had the scars on his body to prove it. He had been with many women, most whose names he could not remember. He had traveled far and wide, and had seen things that most people never knew existed. He had scaled tall mountains, sailed across the ocean during a storm that had nearly taken his life and had even survived hand-to-claw battle with a cat o’mountain that had wanted to eat him for a midday meal. He had braved it all, relished in the glory and excitement that was his life. But somehow, he could not muster the courage to tell this slip of a girl the truth.

Warriors were trained to never succumb to desperation. If you were distracted or too flustered, you could lose your life. It was vitally important to stay focused at all times. If you kept your focus and your wits about you, chances were you could survive any battle. The same however, could not be said for love.

“What kind of brother would I be if I let ye leave, to just wander the countryside trying to find a new home? I swore me allegiance to ye, Aishlinn.” For the first time in his life, Duncan had succumbed to desperation. He had blurted his answer and could only pray it would work. He simply could not tell her how he felt, at least not yet. He wasn’t sure himself just what all these feelings were that were bouncing around inside his heart and interfering with the logical part of his mind.

“Then why,” she asked, her voice soft and low, “do you ignore me? Have I done something to offend you?” She had been trying to figure out for days now, just what she had done to make him avoid her.

He let out a heavy sigh. “Nay. Ye’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve been busy.” It wasn’t an out and out lie. “And, I was tryin’ to give ye room to find yer own way, to make new friends.”

“I do not understand. Can I not make friends and have you for one as well?” she asked. “Or am I allotted only so many?”

His scowl softened as he chuckled. “Nay,” he said knowing full well she could have as many female friends as she wanted. ’Twas the men that bothered him.

“Aishlinn, I am sincerely sorry that I hurt yer feelings. I’m a daft fool of a man and I beg ye forgive me for it.”

It was quite difficult for her to stay angry with him -- she felt so beholden to him for all he had done for her. He did appear sincere and perhaps he had been quite busy with his duties. She searched his face and felt he told her the truth.

“I’ll forgive you, Duncan. I know you are a very busy man and I’ll not take up anymore of your time. But,” she said, hoping that she might not sound weak or foolish when she asked her next question.

“But what, lass?”

“But could you, at least on occasion when you see me, could you not run in the other direction?” She could not admit that the first time he had done that it had nearly ripped her heart from her chest. She had to bite her tongue to keep from crying over it now.

The hurt in her voice brought a tremendous amount of guilt to his stomach. Though his intentions had been to protect her, he had in fact, ended up hurting her. “I do so promise.” He thought about taking her in his arms then, and kissing her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Holding himself in, he righted his shoulders and bowed to her. He had to leave the room before he did just that.