Timeless Tales of Honor (20 page)

“It be all in feelin’ the rhythm of the music. The music be fast, yer feet will move fast,” he said. “Now, pay close attention.” With a smile and a wink he began counting one, two, three, one, two three.

Soon, they were dancing in the tall grass without the aid of music to guide them. Aishlinn stepped upon his feet a few times, apologizing nervously after each mistake. Duncan was quite patient with her and encouraged her to not worry of it. She could have stepped upon his feet a hundred times and it would have mattered naught to him.

Sweet laughter came from Aishlinn as she lost herself in the moment with Duncan. It didn’t matter there was no music for it simply felt glorious to have his hand in hers, his hand upon her hip as he twirled her about the tall grass. She could not remember a time in her life when she felt this gloriously happy. It mattered not that he could not return the feelings she had for him. For the length of that one dance she allowed herself to pretend that he could.

Suddenly Duncan came to a complete stop. Aishlinn’s smile slowly faded away to a questioning expression.

Duncan had that peculiar look to him again and for the life of her she could not figure out what it meant. There was something to his smile, to the way his eyes looked that disquieted her. As she studied his face she felt her stomach begin to bounce around again. Taking a deep, slow breath in, she tried to quiet her stomach. It didn’t work, for her stomach still twisted and her fingers trembled.

Would it be so wrong to kiss her now, to tell her how I feel? A fierce battle between right and wrong was taking place in his heart. This was the woman he felt certain he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. What could be the harm in simply telling her that? The fear that flashed in her eyes told him why he couldn’t.

How much time would the lass need before she felt safe with him, he wondered. His strong sense of honor told him the lass needed more than two months to get over a lifetime of cruelty and one night of sheer terror. Perhaps if he told her how he felt, and that he was willing to wait as long as she needed, that knowledge might help speed up the process of healing her heart.

As he battled with his conscience, he caught sight of a movement out of the corner of his eye. He heard the sound of beating hoofs pounding nearby. He turned his head and reflexively reached for the dagger at his side. He heard Aishlinn gasp when she turned to see what he was looking at. The terror on her face matched what he was feeling in his stomach.

Riders approached and there were many. Far too many for him to battle alone.

D
uncan’s heart
momentarily seized with dread at the sight of so many riders. He cursed himself for bringing Aishlinn so far from the keep. The only weapons he had were his dirk and his sword. Too far from the castle for his war cries to be heard, his only choice was to mount quickly and fly back to Gregor. As soon as he got close enough, he could let loose with a warning cry and signal to his men to ready for battle. He could only pray that he made it to the keep in time to warn his men and that he could keep Aishlinn safe until they were safely behind the castle walls.

As he was about to throw Aishlinn up on the saddle, he took one last look back at the approaching party. The moment he saw the green and red colors of Clan McDunnah waving in the wind, a great sense of relief washed over him. His shoulders sagged and he put his hands on his knees, breathing in deeply. For a moment, he had been certain it was a hundred English soldiers coming for Aishlinn.

Aishlinn put her hand on Duncan’s back as he was stooped over, catching his breath.

“Duncan!” her voice was filled with fear. “We must ride back to the castle straight away!” She was certain he was ready to faint, probably from the same fear she felt at seeing so many men and horses coming their way. And for a brief moment, she worried that her brave warrior wasn’t as brave as she had originally thought.

“Nay, lass,” he told her as he straightened himself and tried to catch his breath. “That be the Clan McDunnah!” He gave her hand a squeeze. “Aric told us they’d be comin’.”

Though she was quite relieved to know it was a friendly party approaching, she imagined it would take a sennight to get her heart to quit pounding so fiercely.

Duncan quickly mounted his steed and bent down to take Aishlinn’s hand. He pulled her up into his lap and headed out to greet the Clan McDunnah.

T
he Clan McDunnah
was smaller by half, than the Clan MacDougall, but that did not mean they weren’t a fierce lot of men and women. They had fought alongside the MacDougalls in many a battle against the English as well as other clans with which they both feuded. They were as loyal to King David as the MacDougalls were and like the MacDougalls they were fiercely loyal to Scotland.

Duncan yelled out a Gaelic greeting to the McDunnahs as he and Aishlinn rode towards the band of mounted men. Caelen, Aric and three other McDunnahs broke away from the pack and met Duncan and Aishlinn.

“Tapadh leat!” Caelen greeted them with a smile as he grasped Duncan’s forearm with his own. He did not look at Duncan, but instead focused on Aishlinn. “What a bonny young lass!” he said in Gaelic.

Uneasiness washed over Aishlinn. She understood most of what he said, the rest she was able pick up on from his expressive eyes. He was a fierce looking man, with long black hair and very dark brown eyes, and appeared to be around thirty years old. Braids framed his temples and a long scar ran down from his forehead, trailed along the left side of his face and down his neck before it disappeared under his tunic. Thick, well-muscled bare legs were tucked into leather boots. He had dirks tucked into each of his boots, two more, along with a sword, hung at his waist, and a broadsword was strapped to his back. Lord only knew how many more weapons the man had hidden on his person.

“She speaks only the English,” Aric offered to Caelen. The McDunnah raised an eyebrow as a roguish smile formed on his lips. “What a pity,” The McDunnah said in the Gaelic.

Aishlinn understood that as well and made no attempt at correcting Aric. She’d let them think she was completely ignorant for now. The longer he stared at her, the more uncomfortable she became. She felt Duncan’s arms tighten around her as he pulled her in closer. She cast a glance up at him. His jaws were clenched and his smile had quickly disappeared.

“’Tis good to see ye healed nicely, lass!” Aric said, apparently oblivious to the angry glares being cast between Duncan and the McDunnah.

“’Tis good to see you, Aric.” Aishlinn smiled at him. “Are Rebecca and the children with you?”

“Nay, they’re no’,” he told her. “I’m afraid ’tisn’t a social call that brings us here this day, lass.”

Aishlinn was disappointed. She hoped that she would see Rebecca and the children again. “Are they well?” she asked.

“Aye, they are, lass.” Aric finally took note of Caelen and Duncan staring each other down. “Duncan,” Aric began. “Ya wouldn’t have a wee nip of the chief’s whiskey with ye, would ye lad?”

Duncan finally broke his eyes away from Caelen. “Nay. No’ on me. But we’ve plenty back at Gregor.” He spoke in English out of respect for Aishlinn.

He smiled at his friend and turned his horse around. “Angus is still in the far north,” he told Aric as the group headed back towards Gregor. “We’ve just received word that he’ll be delayed a bit.”

“Aye,” Caelen began. “We received word of the delays as well. Me brother Collin is there. He says there be far too much obstinacy among the clans McKee and Bowie to get much done.”

Aric chuckled. “Aye, ’tis true. But they’ll eventually come around to the right side of things.”

They rode in silence for a short time and all the while Duncan held a firm grip around Aishlinn’s waist. Caelen rode to their left, Aric to their right, with the rest of their men following behind them. The roguish smile had not left Caelen’s face and he frequently cast glances at Aishlinn. Normally she would have paid no attention to such things, but the manner in which he stared at her made her very uncomfortable.

After a few moments Caelen began speaking to Duncan, in the Gaelic again. “Does she belong to ye?” he asked.

Duncan’s reply was short and to the point. “Aye.”

Aishlinn understood his question and was quite glad for Duncan’s answer to it. Not that she thought he meant it in any kind of romantic fashion. She assumed he meant it as a way of protecting her from the McDunnah and she was very grateful. The McDunnah looked at her with the same kind of hungry, lustful expression as the earl had done months ago. It made her feel unclean and nervous.

A
ishlinn was quite relieved
to be back inside the walls of the keep. Duncan let her down at the kitchen entrance and asked that she let Mary know there would be additional men at the evening meal.

“Thank ye for ridin’ with me this day, Aishlinn,” he said before he left to see to their new guests. He did not wait for her response before riding off.

Mary was not happy to hear about the very late arrival of at least a hundred men. She cursed in Gaelic at their apparent lack of consideration for not sending a messenger ahead of time to warn of their arrival. The evening meal was just a few short hours away and it meant much more work for her staff. Lucky for the McDunnah that he was not standing within pan-throwing distance of Mary, for Aishlinn had no doubt he would have gotten both an earful of her Gaelic cursing along with something quite heavy crashing against his skull.

Aishlinn left Mary bellowing out orders and Gaelic curses. She was on her way up to her room when Bree and her friend Ellen came rushing up the steps behind her. The girls were beyond themselves with excitement over the musicians’ arrival and chattered on about it all the way up the stairs and into Aishlinn’s room.

“We’ve a grand dress for ye!” Bree told her excitedly. “We’ve much to do this night!” Aishlinn was beginning to realize that this night might be more special than she had earlier anticipated.

“Why are you so excited?” Aishlinn asked with a giggle.

Both girls rolled their eyes as if Aishlinn were daft. “’Tis a dance, Aishlinn!” Bree shook her head when it was apparent that Aishlinn did not understand the importance of it.

“’Tis not often we get musicians here!” she said as a wry grin came to her face. “We’ll get to dance with the lads. I’m old enough now that mum won’t send me off to my room before all the fun starts!” she told her.

Aishlinn then understood the young girls’ excitement. Aishlinn knew there was one young lad in particular that Bree held a strong fondness for. A dance was the opportunity for Bree to be physically close to him without anyone questioning it.

“I see. Then we best make certain you look beautiful this night!” Aishlinn said.

“Aye! And ye as well!” Bree smiled at her.

Bree had requested baths for both of them and soon one was brought to Aishlinn’s room and she wasted no time lingering in it. Excitement can often be contagious, spreading faster than the pox or plague, and before Aishlinn realized what was happening, she found herself excited and looking forward to the festivities.

She would not have admitted it to anyone, but she truly did want to look special this night. Even if she did not win Duncan’s eye or his affections perhaps there would be someone else who might think her a wee more than just plain.

She had barely finished her bath when Bree and Ellen returned to her room.

“Have you decided who you wish to dance with this night?” Aishlinn asked them. Both girls giggled and smiled. “All of them!” Ellen said as they burst out laughing.

Bree and Ellen were fussing more over how Aishlinn might look than they worried over themselves. They helped to dry her hair and combed it until it was as smooth as silk. Because her hair was so short the girls were puzzled about what to do with it.

“I say leave the bottom loose but pull it back on top,” Ellen offered as she stood staring at Aishlinn’s hair.

“Nay. That would be far too simple. Lets do a very intricate braid!” Bree said. Apparently Ellen agreed for soon they were both twisting and combing and pulling Aishlinn’s hair in all manner of directions. It seemed to take forever before they were finished. Once done, they each took a step back to eye their work. Satisfied with what they had accomplished, Ellen gave Aishlinn the mirror and smiled thoughtfully at her.

Aishlinn had not looked into a mirror since the day she had laid in bed more than a month ago, still covered with bruises and marks. Reluctantly she took the mirror and swallowed hard before looking at her reflection.

She did not recognize the person who stared back from the glass. Her hair looked amazing! Bree and Ellen had somehow managed to weave a very intricate braid that made it appear as though she had far more hair than she really possessed.

“Do ye like it, Aishlinn?” Bree asked breathlessly. “If ye do no’, we can change it.”

“Nay! It looks beautiful!” Never did she think she would utter those words when she spoke of herself. Tears came to her eyes when she looked at her reflection more closely. I might not be too plain after all. She was very surprised when that thought came whispering into her mind.

Bree and Ellen raced from the room only to return moments later. In Bree’s arms was the most magnificent gown Aishlinn had ever seen. It was made from the deepest of purple brocade fabric and it sparkled in the candlelight. There was much intricate needlework around the bodice, neck and sleeves. Beaming, the two young girls held it up for Aishlinn’s approval.

“Please Aishlinn, say ye’ll wear it! We’ve worked very hard at it for days for ye,” Bree said.

“Days? But we’ve only just learned of the dance this day.” Aishlinn was puzzled.

Bree and Ellen cast conspiratorial smiles at one another. “We’ve been workin’ on many dresses for ye, lass,” Bree admitted. Their secret was out.

Ellen added, “This was by far our favorite. We were savin’ it for a special occasion. Please say ye’ll wear it.”

Aishlinn would not need her arm twisted this night. She couldn’t imagine another gown that would make her feel as special as she wanted to feel this night. She was touched by the diligent work and thoughtfulness that had gone into the dress. Her dress. Not someone’s cast off but a dress made just for her.