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“Yer not like my mother,” he hastened to assure her. “My mother was, so my grandfather said, always mean-spirited. She is one of those poor souls who is jealous of everyone else. No matter what she has, it is not enough. Envy eats at her. She was betrothed to a cousin, for with her brother dead, she became Nairn's heiress. Then my father passed through the district, stopping to accept my grandfather's hospitality. My mother, I am told, flirted with him until he felt he could not resist the obvious invitation. He remained there the summer and into the autumn to hunt grouse with my grandfather.
“The old man knew what was transpiring, but he could not control his daughter. My grandfather also knew that in the end The MacDonald would leave her to return to Islay, which is precisely what happened. By then my mother's belly was growing big. Her cousin repudiated his promise to wed her, but she sent him away laughing, for she thought my father so enamored of her that he would take her with him to Islay. Of course he did not take her. He would not shame his wife with such an open liaison. No woman of breeding objects toher husband's wee distractions provided that he does not bring them into her view or within her hearing.
“When I was born she would not look at me. I have her coloring, as ye may have guessed, but other than that I am all MacDonald. She would not give me suck, and my grandfather was forced to find a cottar's wife with extra milk so I would not die. He sent word to my father, and The MacDonald sent back a gift of six silver cups with his crest, and a dozen gold merks. There was also a parchment, witnessed by a priest and signed with my father's hand, acknowledging his paternity. As my mother would not name me, he did.”
“She would not name ye?” Fiona was shocked.
“Each morning I was brought to her chamber by my nurse and presented to her. She would not look upon me or say a word to me. Finally one day when I was past two and walking, I was brought to her in the morning, and as usual she turned her facefromme. I was desperate for her attention, and so I kicked her in the shin. Only then did she look upon me for the first time. She said, ‘He is his father's son,’ and nothing else, but after that when I was brought to her she would look at me. When I was four or five I asked her why she did not speak to me. ‘Because,’ she replied, ‘I have nothing to say to Donald MacDonald's son,’ and after that she was silent once more.
“My grandfather was a quiet, gentle man. It was he who raised me in the early years, along with my nurse. It was he who loved me. He taught me to ride, and the beginnings of swordplay,” Nairn said with a smile of remembrance. “Occasionally my father came to see me when he was in the district. It was he who convinced my grandfather to pass over my mother and leave Nairns Craig to me. I loved it when my father came, for he was a big, bluff man with a barrel chestand a laugh that sounded like thunder to a small boy. When I became a man he did not seem so big.
“When I was six he asked me if I should be willing to leave Nairn for a time to live with him on Islay. I would have brothers and sisters to play with, he said. A grandmother who was a princess, who would love me verra much. I went with him gladly, but with one regret. I had to leave my grandfather behind, but each summer I would return from Islay to be with him for three months. We had grand times then! When he died seven years ago, Nairns Craig became mine.”
“Yer mam never married?” Fiona asked, curious.
“There was no man who ever suited her, and no man who was willing to have such an unpleasant woman in his house. She could cause chaos among the angels. When I returned for good, she thought to take up our relationship as it had been in my childhood, but I quickly disabused her of the notion. I told her that as master of Nairn, I would brook no foolishness. She would come to my board each day, and we would speak together. To my surprise, she agreed.”
“Ye don't fill me with confidence regarding yer mam,” Fiona said, sounding concerned. “Will she welcome ye with a wife, my lord?”
“She doesn't have any choice,” he answered her. “Ye are now mistress of Nairns Craig Castle. My mother must accept ye, or I will turn her out.Ye carrymy bairn, Fiona mine.My heir.I will not have her distressing ye, and should she attempt it, she will find herself placed in a convent to live out her days in prayer, sustained by salted fish and brown bread. Be warned. She will be jealous of ye, for ye are young and beautiful, and I wed ye.”
When they stopped for the night, Fiona told Nelly what The MacDonald of Nairn had said about hismother. “I will have to behave as mistress of the castle for as long as we are there, Nelly. We canna allow this woman to frighten us or to discover our true purpose.”
“It would seem, my lady, that for now yer only purpose is to have yer bairn in comfort and safety. It is unlikely that any information of importance will pass into yer hands or hearing once the winter sets in here in the highlands. The bairn will come in the spring, and after that perhaps we will be free to go home,” Nelly said hopefully.
“What do ye two whisper on?” Nairn said, coming upon them.
Fiona laughed. “Roderick Dhu would court my Nelly, and the lass seeks my advice, my lord.”
“And what advice do ye give her, sweeting?”
“She says I am to box his ears and tell him to mind his manners,” Nelly told her master pertly.
Colin MacDonald chuckled.“Yewill have him before a priest before the poor man knows what has happened to him,” he teased her. “Now run along and give the poor laddie a kind word while I tuck my sweet wifie into our bed.” Tugging one of her braids playfully, he turned the pretty maidservant about and sent her off giggling.
“Ye'll have her eating out of the palm of yer hand soon, my lord,” Fiona told him, a small smile touching her lips.
He had made her a bed of pine boughs and put a large fur throw over it. When she lay down in her chemise and cloak, he gently laid another fur over her. “I don't want ye catching cold, sweeting, riot in yer condition. And no swims in the lochs, for they're too cold now. Ye'll not die if ye don't have a bath until we get to Nairn.”
“Yes, my lord,” she answered him meekly as he layby her side atop the fur robe, wrapped in his own cloak. “Are ye not to join me?”
“Not while we're traveling, Fiona mine. I would not injure ye. When we have a bed to cushion us, then we will dally for a bit until yer belly is too big for comfort's sake.” Turning his back to her, he soon fell into an easy sleep.
She was astounded, and not just a bit guilty. He truly wanted a child. Pray God the bairn was not his father's spit, but she wondered, would Colin MacDonald even see it if it were? It was comforting to know that her child would be safe with this man. Nelly was right. It was unlikely that she would obtain any further information of use to the king in the next few months. Best she settle into her new home and have her child. If The MacDonald would make peace with James Stewart, then all would be well. She would face that future when it came. Until the autumn of thenext yearshe did not have to worry. Only when the handfast was past would she face trouble on the horizon.
It took them a bit over two weeks, traveling overland from Islay, to reach Nairns Craig Castle, which was in the vicinity of Inverness. It sat atop a steep, high cliff, and had two rectangular towers and a Great Hall, connected by high, dark stone walls. Its only access was a slender track of roadway up the face of the cliff. A narrow strip of land on the far side of the castle offered a view of high walls with absolutely no outlooks at all, and the forest below.
“It has never been taken,” Colin MacDonald said proudly.
“I can certainly see why, my lord,” Fiona replied dryly.
He pulled his stallion to a stop for a moment. “Ye are about to enter my home,yer home”he said to her.“Ye are my wife, Fiona mine. Do ye not think ye can call me by my name? It is but a small boon, lady.”
“Aye, Colly, I will call ye by yer name in the privacy of our home, but in public I would not dishonor ye by addressing ye as anything but ‘my lord.’ Will that suit ye, Colly?”
He took her hand in his and kissed it. “Aye,” was all he said, but his smile went all the way to his eyes.
She smiled back, cursing James Stewart in her heart as she did so. Did he realize the havoc his passion to rule Scotland was causing? And what of Angus Gordon? What had he thought when told of her disappearance? Did he miss her? Did he truly care, or had that English girl already captured his heart? She breathed deeply, resolutely shaking off her questions and her sadness.
