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The clansmen in the hall chuckled, only to be silenced by a fierce glare from their master.
“Angus.” James Gordon spoke low so that only his brother might hear him. “Don't be so stony-hearted. If the cattle are indeed ours, then the lassie was damned clever to have stolen them from beneath our very noses. Ye have more cattle than ye can count. Without them her sisters will not get their husbands. Ye canna take them back now. Besides, there is the chance they might be hers, and then ye would do a great injustice to the Hays.”
“The cattle are mine,” Angus said in a near whisper to James. “For God's sake, Jamie-boy, look about ye. ’Tis a poor excuse for a chieftain's house, this tumbling-down tower. And look to the girl. Beautiful, but as thin as a sapling, and the old woman, too. I will wager there is nothing in the stable even worth stealing. Did ye look?”
“An ancient plow horse and a pony, both as thin as their mistress.”
“Then how, ask yerself, could they have a herd of eight fat cattle?” the laird said reasonably. “The cattle are mine. If I allow the lass to steal them and I don't punish her, or at least collect payment for them, every petty thief in the district will come to try and steal my cattle. I will forgo punishing her, for she is but a lassie, but she certainly canna give me their worth in any kind. So I have no choice but to take them back.”
“At least give her the option of purchasing them,” softhearted James said.
“Yer a kind lad, Jamie-boy,” his elder brother said. Then he turned back to Fiona Hay. “The cattle aremine, Mistress Hay. We both know that is the truth of the matter. I will argue it with you no more. If, however, ye wish to purchase the beasts from me, I will gladly sell them to ye.” He looked her directly in the eye.
She stared back. Tall with a hard-looking frame he was, Fiona Hay thought. Hair as black as hers, and green eyes, too, but a dark green, not the emerald of her own eyes. He couldn't take the cattle, she thought desperately.He couldn't!Not with Walter Innes and Colin Forbes coming on the morrow to wed her sisters. Why had she waited until the last minute to steal the damned beasts? If only she'd taken them two at a time over the last few months, but the truth was she hadn't the means to feed them. The cattle would have lost weight if they had been in her care for too long. She couldn't offer her prospective brothers-in-law scrawny cattle. She had attempted to take the creatures last week, but the cowherd's dog had set up a barking to wake the dead. She supposed that was what had alerted the laird of Loch Brae to watch his cattle more closely. What on earth was shetodo?
“Well, Mistress Hay? Will ye buy my cattle, or will I drive them back down the ben to their own meadow?” Angus Gordon demanded.
A proposal, outrageous but possibly workable, entered Fiona's mind at that moment. He could not accept, but he would certainly be shamed by it and leave her in peace. “I have only one thing of value that I might give ye in exchange for the cattle, my lord,” she told him, refusing to admit even now that they were his. “It is my most precious possession. Will ye have it?”
“Take it” James hissed at his elder sibling. “Honor will be satisfied, and none will call ye weak, Angus.”
“I would know what this valuable property is first, Jamie-boy,” the laird told his brother. He looked againat Fiona. “What is this most precious possession that ye would offer me in exchange for my cattle, Mistress Hay? A dozen head of cattle don't come cheap, lass.”
“Eight, my lord,” Fiona replied softly.
“Twelve, including the ones you stole from me last autumn,” he answered her as softly, his eyes meeting hers.
“Twenty head total. I'll need eight more head to dower my two youngest sisters, but they're only seven and ten years of age now, so I would not want them until Jean and Morag are old enough to wed. I canna feed them.”
She was the most outrageous lass he had ever encountered, Angus Gordon thought again, amused in spite of himself. She audaciously stole his cattle, yet when caught, attempted to bargain with him for more of them. He was not as hard-hearted as Jamie thought, but if he allowed the girl to evade the consequences for her thievery, he'd have no end of trouble. He managed to keep the look on his handsome face severe, but it was not easy. His brother was right. Fiona Hay was a very clever wench. However, he was no fool. “Twenty head of cattle is a costly amount, Mistress Hay.Yemust be certain that what ye offer me in exchange for them has an equal or even greater value. Just what do ye propose to give me in exchange for my beasties?”
“My maidenhead,” Fiona said quietly, her gaze never leaving his. She stood tall and proud and defiant.
‘Jesu!”
The laird's amazement was evidenced only in a slight widening of his dark green eyes. It was the most brazen proposal he had ever heard. Then he realized that the girl did not expect him to accept her offer. He was obviously supposed to be so taken aback by her boldness that he would demur and depart, leaving herwith his cattle. He smiled wolfishly at her. “I accept yer offer, Mistress Hay.Yer maidenhead in exchange far twenty head of my cattle.It seems a fair bargain, although I think ye may have gotten the better of me.”
He had accepted her!Fiona grew very pale with shock. What kind of a man was he that he had accepted her? What kind of a fool had she been to have even made such an offer? The laird of Loch Brae spit into his palm and held it out to her. Her knees were suddenly threatening to give out on her. The Hays of the Ben might be poor, but they were honorable, or so her mam had always said, and Fiona had no choice now, lest she bring disgrace upon her family name. Spitting into her own palm, she reached out and shook his hand. “Done, my lord!” she told him, never once looking away, although her stomach was roiling with nervousness.
“Oh, no, Fi! Ye canna do it!”two young voices cried in unison.
The two girls pushed through the Gordon clansmen to where their elder sibling stood. They were auburn haired, amber eyed, and identical in features. Their distress was more than evident.
“The bargain is now struck, sisters,” Fiona said.
“But if ye give him yer maidenhead, who will have ye to wife one day?” asked Elsbeth, tears in her bright eyes.
“If I don't give him my maidenhead, who will haveyeto wife, Elsbeth? Or Margery either?” Fiona asked. “The Forbeses and the Inneses will have their dowries or they will not have ye, I fear. Besides, by the time I see Jeannie and Morag safely wed, I'll be much too old to marry. I won't mind growing old here upon the ben.” She patted her sisters, comforting them as best she could.
“But what if he gives ye a child?” asked Margery.
“The Gordons take care of their own, Mistress Hay” the laird reassured her. “If yer sister bears my bairn, I will not desert either of them.”
The twins began to weep simultaneously.
“Flora” their elder sibling said, “take my sisters to our chamber and stay with them until I call for ye.”
The older woman shepherded the two girls off, alternately scolding and cooing at them as they went. “Now, hush, ye two. Up the stairs with ye! Embarrassing yer sister. And her so brave and only looking out for yer happiness.”
