Malcolm scowled. “Of course not. I have a better way to deal with that cattle thief than giving him my cousin to abuse.”
Talia threw herself into his arms and hugged him, tears streaming from her eyes. “I thank you, cousin.”
Seona also hugged him. “Aye. Thank you, Malcolm.”
He stood back, grinning. “You are both welcome.”
Although Keegan would have preferred to take Seona toward Dornie immediately, he knew ’twould be best if she said her goodbyes to her clan and they waited until after her father’s funeral. That way, her clan and kin would not question her honor.
After giving the crofter woman all the silver coins he possessed as a reward for her help, Keegan led Seona several feet away to talk in private. “I think we should go back to Gillenmor until after your father’s funeral.”
She nodded, staring down at their linked hands.
“I’m sorry about your father,” he said.
“In one way I am, but in another, I’m not. I’m sad that he never loved us and that he but wanted to use us as pawns to appease his enemies. I’m also sad that he never regretted any of the horrible things he did. But I am glad now that I no longer need his permission to be with you.” Happiness shone in her dark blue eyes.
Keegan grinned. “We can marry in a church now, legal.”
“Aye.”
He leaned forward and kissed her lips. He couldn’t help himself. Several of his clansmen on the hill above yelled out ribaldcomments.
He pulled back and chuckled at Seona’s red face. “You will have to get used to those rogues.”
∞∞∞
Two days after Chief Murray’s funeral, Keegan, Seona, Talia, Malcolm, Rebbie, Fraser, Dermott and a couple more slipped off to a small kirk near a neighboring village a few miles away.
In her heart, she was already Keegan’s wife, but ’twas best to also be married by a member of the clergy. She and Keegan wanted their marriage to be legally recognized without question.
The whole Murray clan was not invited. There was unrest among the clansmen because of the former chief’s death, and Malcolm was still reining in the more unruly ones.
But he’d made it clear to her that he wished to see her legally wed before she departed. Her dowry was eight-thousand merks in gold and silver coins, four horses, since Malcolm said he didn’t need all the expensive horses her father had collected. He planned to sell most of them anyway. And a hundred acres of farm land, here, bordering Malcolm’s holdings. There was no castle on it, only a few cottages, but the crops would provide some income.
All the papers had been signed. Now, Seona and her family members waited outside the charming small chapel, almost hidden amongst the trees. She held a bouquet of bluebells tied with a yellow ribbon. When Keegan had presented them to her earlier, tears had gathered in her eyes.
“Wait! Wait!” Aunt Patience trotted along the flagstone pathway, near out of breath, her face red. MacMillan followed behind her.
“Och, nay,” Talia whispered beside her.
“What is she about?” Malcolm muttered.
Seona prayed her aunt wasn’t going to cause a fuss.
“I have to be here for this.”
Seona frowned. “You’re not going to try to stop me?”
“Nay. You deserve happiness.” She gave Seona an awkward hug then stood back, tears glistening in her eyes. “I’m sorry I was so… harsh and uncaring before. I only did it because of your father. He’d threatened me. If I’d let you associate with any man he wouldn’t approve of, he would’ve turned me out on the muddy street without a shilling to my name. I hope you can forgive me.”
Was her aunt being truthful? She couldn’t figure out a reasonPatience would need to manipulate her now. Malcolm would treat her well and provide for her.
Seona was unsure she’d had such a quick change of heart, but she didn’t want to argue on her official wedding day. “I’m willing to forgive anyone who’s truly sorry for what they’ve done.”
Her aunt nodded with sad acceptance. “I know you have a hard time believing me, but I’ll prove it to you.”
The reverend motioned them forward. Seona took Malcolm’s arm and they stepped into the tiny chapel with its polished oak ceiling and gray stone floor. She found her knees were weak as she stood on the threshold. She had been in this chapel a few times before, but never had the stained glass windows appeared so vivid and colorful.
