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“He is also a MacDonald and my son,” he said to his mother.
“Aye,” she answered softly, “but he is not my MacDonald.” Then she left the hall without another word.
“I have never seen her like this,” Nairn said. “It's as if she has become a different woman. I don't understand it at all.”
He took his son back to Fiona, telling her of what had transpired in the hall with his mother.
Strangely Fiona understood, for in an odd way she was in a similar position to Moire Rose all those long years ago. “Perhaps the bairn has brought out the good in yer mother, Colly” she told him. “Don't question it; just accept it. She is an old woman now.”
The Lord of the Isles and the MacKays had decided to remain at Nairns Craig in hopes that Father Ninian would arrive. Nairn sent Roderick Dhu in search of the priest so the baby might be baptized immediately, since his godparents were there. When Alastair MacDonald was three days old, Roderick Dhu returned with the tall, ageless cleric in tow. The baby was baptized in the hall of Nairns Craig, sanctified for the occasion. The Lord of the Isles and Elizabeth MacKay stood as his godparents. Fiona was brought into the hall upon a litter so she might partake in her son's christening.
The day after the baptism, when the guests haddeparted, Father Ninian said, “I will hear confessions of any who would come to me.”
As priests were few and far between in remote sections of Scotland, the priest knew he would stay for a week to ten days hearing confessions, marrying, and baptizing, as well as praying over the graves of those who had died since his last visit. Each morning he held a mass in the hall, and it was well attended by the inhabitants of the castle.
When Fiona went to make her confession to him, she passed along the information to Father Ninian that she wanted him to have, telling him in careful detail of the talked-of plot to kill the king. “They will not do it, of course, for both are cowards, but the king should be warned nonetheless, I believe.”
The priest nodded. “Aye, lady, I agree.”
“In the autumn,” Fiona said, “the year will be up that the king asked of me. I want to know when I may take my leave of Nairns Craig and return to my own home. If I don't leave then, Nairn will badger me into speaking my vows with him before ye, Father, and ye know I canna wed him. Tell the king I have learned all I can here. And ask why has he not called a gathering of the clans in Inverness so these highlanders may swear loyalty to him and be done with it.”
“I will come myself in the autumn before the term of the handfast is up so I may carry the king's answer to ye, lady, and help ye to extricate yerself from this benign captivity. But will Nairn let the bairn go?”
“When I tell him the truth, he will have no choice,” Fiona said with assurance. “He is every bit as proud as Black Angus.”
“I understand,” the priest replied, his amber eyes sympathetic.
Fiona insisted upon nursing her son, for she treasuredthe minutes spent with the baby at her breast suckling strongly. And the infant grew quickly, his small limbs rounding and fattening, his cheeks smooth and rosy. His bright eyes missed nothing. His little dark head swiveled at the sound of his mother's voice and Nairn's. They had to get away soon, Fiona thought, for Nairn was positively mad for the child he believed was his son. Fiona felt truly guilty—and angrier than ever before at the king.
What was worse, the baby loved Nairn, who could bring an infantile giggle from the child when no one else could. “Ah, there's my laddie,” he would croon upon spying the baby cooing in his cradle each morning. “There's his da's little mankin.”
And if Nairn loved Alastair, Moire Rose was even worse, pouring all the love she had denied her son out upon her grandson. She would sit in the hall for hours on end rocking the infant's cradle and singing him lullabies in her high, reedy voice.
Alastair James MacDonald was the darling of the household. No servant passed without stopping a moment to speak a word, smile a smile, chuck his chin. And the child responded to it all.
“He's going to be verra spoiled,” Fiona said ominously.
The baby had been born on June first. In mid-September the priest appeared once more at Nairn's Craig. “I've come to see how the bairn is doing,” he told Nairn. “I'll soon be going south, for winter in the highlands is hard for a man on the road.”
“Would ye think of sheltering here for those months?” Colin asked him. “God knows we have use for ye. I'd build ye a church of yer own if ye would but remain, Father Ninian. ‘Twould not be a rich living, but ye'd have plenty to eat and plenty of souls to save, Iguarantee ye. Ye could go traveling in the summer months as ye do now, but ye'd have a home to come back to in the cold times.”
“’Tis a generous offer, my lord,” the priest said, “but how could I accept ye when I have refused the lord himself a half a dozen times? ’Tis better I return to my abbey as I am accustomed to doing, but I thank ye.”
Nairn shook his head ruefully. “I want a priest for the castle,” he said. “Now that we have begun a family, Fiona and me, I would be more civilized. There was once a priest at Nairns Craig, but he was as old as my grandsire and died several years before him.”
“I will inquire of my abbot for ye, my lord,” Father Ninian said. Then he smiled. “Tell yer steward to send out the word that I am here for marriages, baptisms, and my other usual duties. I will hear the confessions of the castle folk, for my penances must last ye all until I come again in the springtime,” he finished with a chuckle.
Fiona could barely wait to speak privately with the priest, but as was her custom she made certain that everyone else in the castle saw him first. Only in the evening of the second day he was with them was it her turn to closet herself with Father Ninian in the tiny room off the hall that was set aside for his privacy. She knelt before him, hurrying through a list of minor sins, asking him to shrive her.
Before he did, however, he spoke to her in low tones. “Ye will want to know, my daughter, of the king's answer to yer questions of several months ago. He sends word that he needs ye to remain here at Nairns Craig for the present. He says he is pleased by the information ye have sent him, for it has been invaluable in helping him to decide just how to deal with the Lord of the Isles and the highlands. The Campbells have sworntheir fealty to James Stewart, not waiting for a gathering of the clans at Inverness but going to Perth in midsummer. The final thing I am to impart to ye is that the queen's cousin, Elizabeth Williams, has married a gentleman of her royal guardians’ choosing, and is already with child. The king wanted ye to know this. Now, my daughter, I will administer yer penance.” He placed his hands upon her head.
Fiona, however, felt nothing. It was as if the blood in her veins had frozen solid. She was numb with shock. Deep within her heart and soul she had dared to hope that Angus Gordon would not marry Elizabeth Williams. That one day, perhaps, they might meet once more and together begin anew. It had been, she knew even as she thought it, a childish dream, but still, she had hoped. Now her silly, secret little wish was naught but cold ashes. Angus had not died from pining away for her. She had disappeared from his heart as surely as she had disappeared on the road to Brae. The laird of Loch Brae had done his royal master's bidding and wed the English girl. He had even gotten a child upon her. That child would be the heir to Brae, not her son, Alastair, who would now never know his real father.
Fiona felt close to weeping, but she stiffened her spine instead. She mutely accepted the mild penance that Father Ninian gave her, but her outward appearance of meekness belied the anger that was boiling inside her. Had there ever been a man in her life who had not betrayed her? Her father had little use for her, and had used her as a servant to raise her sisters. The king had used her, threatening her sisters, taking Angus Gordon away from her in order that she do his bidding.And Angus!Her beloved Black Angus! His was the greatest betrayal of all. Why had he not sought after her when he returned from York? Why indeed! He hadobviously been too busy dancing attendance upon Elizabeth Williams, toadying to the king and queen. No man shall ever use me again, she thought to herself.No man!Then she arose from her knees, leaving the priest.
In the hall that night Fiona looked particularly beautiful. She wore a gold-and-copper surcoat over her orange tawny undergown. When the meal was over, she said, “Nairn, do ye still fancy to keep me as yer wife, or have ye changed yer mind?” She smiled seductively at him, her emerald eyes glittering in the candlelight.
“Ye know I will never let ye go, Fiona mine,” he said seriously.
