“I cannae tell ye everything now, can I?”
Zeke held his temper in check. It wouldn’t do him any good to anger the only person who could get him back home safely.
“Can you tell me anything?”
“Nay. Just know that things are going according to plan.”
“To plan? Whose plan?” This was getting ridiculous.
“’Tis nae as simple to answer that question as ye may think.”
Getting a straight answer out of Edna was proving to be difficult.
“Are ye enjoying yer visit to medieval Scotland, Zeke? I hope so, because I thought ye might gather some useful information for your medieval martial arts studio.”
“I did spar with a warrior here at Castle Treun today.”
“Did ye now? I imagine that must have been a dream come true for ye.”
Edna was right about that. It had been great fun and he looked forward to sparring with Duff again the next day.
“Drink it all in, dear. It will be over before you know it and ye’ll be back home to yer own time.”
“So, I guess what you’re telling me is that you’ve got this all under control and that I’ll find Sara when I’m supposed to find her and not before.”
“You’ve hit the nail on the head, Zeke. Get a good night’s sleep. I’ll be in touch again.”
The energy charging the room while Edna spoke diminished, leaving a stillness and peace behind that allowed Zeke to relax enough to easily fall asleep.
***
Zeke spent the morning with Duff and the men. If he looked at this like a vacation where he was totally immersing himself into life at a medieval castle, he found that he was better able to deal with this detour Edna sent him on. He noted at one point that Brenna was spying on him as he sparred. She was speaking with one of the servants and positioned herself in such a way that she could peek around them and watch him. What was she up to, he wondered. The poor servant was kept in place, back to him and occasionally moved as Zeke changed opponents, giving her an unobstructed view of what he was doing.
“Young Brenna seems to be spying on ye,” Duff said, approaching him as he finished his last bout.
“I noticed that,” Zeke replied. The two men gazed in her direction and Brenna quickly moved the servant yet again to block their view of her. It wasn’t working. Zeke waved in her direction, enjoying her little game of hide and seek and Brenna bolted for the castle with the servant following close behind. It touched something in him to know she was watching him and that, despite her protests, there was an attraction there. If he was being truthful with himself he’d agree that he too found Brenna attractive. Her presence stirred feelings in him that he thought he’d lost when Helene left. The thought of Brenna sitting close at his back, her body pressed up against his, the day he’d ridden with her back to the castle, caused his manhood to stir. There was nothing he could do about it. She belonged here in her own time and he belonged in the future. Of course, it didn’t hurt to enjoy her beauty while he was here.
Zeke smiled and Duff clapped him on the shoulder, clearly entertained by Brenna’s antics. Zeke didn’t wish to contribute to the treatment she was already receiving at the hands of the women of the castle and it seemed Duff understood this too.
“I think the lass has taken a liking to ye,” he said.
“On the contrary,” Zeke said. “She’s told me directly that she doesn’t like me.”
“Women,” Duff scoffed. “Always saying one thing and meaning another.”
“I don’t know. I think she says what she means.”
“What of ye? What do ye think of wee Brenna?” Duff asked.
“She’s interesting. Everyone here seems to think I should marry her.”
“Marry an interesting woman, and you will have an interesting life. That one will keep ye on yer toes.” Duff chuckled.
“Perhaps you should marry Brenna,” Zeke said.
“The laird would never allow it. I have nothing to offer him in exchangeandI’ve a wife already.” He beamed at that. “And she’s a verra interesting woman.” He clapped Zeke on the back. “Poor Brenna. She’s lost her place here at Castle Treun. The laird’s new wife doesnae want her here and she’s made it her business to see her married and away from here. I was happy to see Laird Munro ride off yesterday without her. He’s a dangerous man.”
“So I’ve heard. Why would her father do that to her?”
