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"Aye, but ye're no' married yet," Aulay argued. "And as she is not only Saidh's friend, but the woman who saved our dear sister's life, she deserves me protection. So, to preserve her honor, she stays in Saidh's room until the wedding."
Dougall scowled, but he also stopped walking. After a brief pause he turned back and headed in the opposite direction. As he carried her past the stairs they'd just come up, he muttered irritably, "I did no' say I would be in me room with her ere the wedding."
"Nay, I ken," Aulay said with a shrug. "But--"
"And I, too, am concerned with her honor," he groused. "Jest ask Conny. He kens."
"Aye," Conran backed him up at once. "Why, he even made me take her on me horse with me when we started this last stretch o' the journey home because he feared he could no' control himself did she ride with him."
Murine's eyes had drifted shut, but popped open again at this news. That was why Dougall had made her ride with Conran when they'd set out this last time? Not because he'd been disgusted by her behavior, but because he hadn't trusted himself with her? The idea was a new and wonderful one, doing much to ease her shame.
"But why has she no' fainted? She's always fainting, yet she's taken an arrow and still wide awake," Alick complained, apparently fixated on the subject.
"As she said, we've been plying her with food and tinctures," Conran pointed out. "Mayhap the combination is working to build her humors and prevent the fainting."
"We should ha'e held off on the food and tinctures then," Geordie decided gloomily as Dougall turned into a room at the end of the hall. "She's going to suffer for it."
Murine grimaced, quite sure he was right. This really would be one of the very rare times where fainting would have stood her in good stead. She would have preferred to be unconscious for what was to come.
"Set her on the bed."
Murine glanced around at that brisk order and peered at Rory Buchanan. As Aulay had suggested, the man had obviously expected her to be brought here from the start. She supposed Saidh's room was probably the only one not occupied at the moment. With seven brothers and Saidh, it was doubtful if there were any spare bedchambers for guests at Buchanan, she thought and then blinked in surprise and felt a blush rise up on her cheeks when instead of setting her on the bed, Dougall sat on the edge of it with her still in his arms, then adjusted his hold so that she sat sideways on his lap.
There was a moment of silence, and then Rory cleared his throat and said, "Dougall, I said set her on the bed, no'--"
"I thought it might be helpful if I held Murine for ye. To help keep her still while ye work," Dougall interrupted.
"Murine?" Rory asked with surprise and then moved closer to peer at her face more closely. "Murine Carmichael? Saidh's friend?"
"Aye," she murmured, recalling that he'd run ahead to "get his weeds" before Dougall had announced her name.
"'Tis a true pleasure to meet ye," Rory said solemnly. "Saidh told us o' all about ye and the other lasses she befriended at Sinclair." He grinned. "Ye're the sweet, smart, brave friend who faints?"
"Brave?" Murine asked with surprise; she'd never thought of herself that way and couldn't imagine why Saidh would.
"She told us how ye saved her and Jo," Aulay said, eyeing her with gentle appreciation. "Thank ye fer that."
"Aye." Niels moved closer, gaining her attention. "From what she said, were it no' fer you, they'd both be dead and our Saidh would ha'e been labeled a murderess as well. Thank ye fer saving both her life and her reputation."
"Oh, well . . ." Murine blushed and tried to wave away their thanks, hard to do with Dougall's arms wrapped around her. Still, she said, "She would ha'e done the same fer me had our places been reversed."
"Aye, she would have," Aulay agreed solemnly. "But yer places were no' reversed. So thank ye. Ye're our most welcome guest."
Murine smiled crookedly at the sincere words, and then gave a start when Dougall snapped, "Leave off and get out o' here, the lot o' ye. She needs tending and Rory can no' do that with ye crowding her like a bunch o' crows o'er a carcass."
Murine winced at the description, but Dougall's brothers merely grinned at his outburst. It was Aulay who raised his eyebrows and commented with a grin, "Feeling a little possessive, are we, brother?"
Murine could have sworn she actually heard Dougall growl deep in his throat, but before she could be sure, Rory suddenly barked, "Out! I want every last one o' ye out o' here now. You too, Dougall. Ye can go growl and brawl below. I need to tend to this young woman ere she bleeds to death. So out!"
The younger brothers all immediately headed for the door. Only Aulay and Dougall remained unmoving at first, but then Aulay nodded solemnly, and eyed Dougall with determination as he announced, "Very well. We will all go below, won't we, Dougall?"
Dougall opened his mouth in what Murine suspected would have been a refusal, but Rory beat him to speech, saying firmly, "Good. Because I'm no' tending to her until e'ery last one o' ye leaves this room."
Dougall closed his mouth with a snap, then stood, set Murine gently on the edge of the bed, and then took her chin in hand and offered what she suspected was supposed to be a smile, but came out as more of a grimace as he said, "I'll be below, lass. Send fer me do ye need me."
Eyes wide, Murine nodded, and then blinked in surprise when he pressed a kiss to her forehead before straightening and turning to leave. She watched him cross the room, bewilderment the only thing she was experiencing just then. The man had said he wasn't in the market for a wife, something she'd reminded herself of several times since finding herself traveling with them. That knowledge firmly in mind, she'd spent the last afternoon and night feeling ashamed of her own behavior by the waterfall and thinking this man was disgusted by her. Now, he announced he was marrying her and that he'd made her ride with Conran because he didn't trust himself around her? Incredible.
"I still do no' understand why she's no' fainted yet," Alick muttered from the hallway as Aulay led Dougall from the room.
"Neither do I," Murine breathed on a sigh.
The sound of the door closing drew her attention and she watched warily as Rory moved toward her, his expression solemn and apologetic. He hadn't done anything to need to apologize for yet, but she knew enough about removing arrows and cleaning wounds to know that he soon would. This was one hell of a time for her tendency to faint to abandon her, she decided.
"Her brother really offered her to ye in trade for the horses?" Niels asked with a combination of disbelief and disgust.
Dougall nodded as he took a drink from the ale a servant had set before him. He'd been explaining how they'd encountered Murine since reaching the great hall.
The moment they'd settled at the trestle table, Aulay had started in with his questions. Dougall was answering, but his mind was on the room above stairs where Murine was no doubt suffering the agonies of hell as Rory worked to remove the arrow from her back. He knew from experience that his brother would either have to force the arrow out through the front of her chest or pull it out the way it had gone in. Either option was painful, but pushing through would have been a quick, hard pain, while pulling it out would take much longer and be an agony to suffer. Murine should be screaming her head off, but there wasn't a sound coming from above stairs.
Perhaps she'd fainted, he thought hopefully.
"Aye, Danvries suggested he keep her until he felt the horses were paid for and then return her," Conran said when Dougall was slow to answer Niels's question. "When Dougall refused, he asked us just to wait then, said he had a friend who would be willing to pay to spend time with his sister and he could then pay for the horses."
"Bastard," Aulay muttered.
"Aye," Niels agreed. "Bloody English bastard." He emphasized the word English as if that were even more of an insult, and to them it was. They had no love for the English.
After a pause as everyone took a drink, Aulay frowned and asked, "So ye accepted his offer to save her from being passed on to the
neighbor?"
Dougall slammed his drink down, the metal cup clanging on the tabletop as he turned on his brother. The thought that Aulay could believe he would behave so dishonorably, or that Murine would go along with such a thing infuriated him. "Of course I did no'."
Aulay held up a soothing hand and said reasonably, "Yet ye've brought her home."
Dougall relaxed at that, realizing how it could be misconstrued. Breathing out slowly, he nodded and quickly explained about their encountering her as they'd left Danvries land.
"So ye brought her with ye to keep her safe?" Aulay asked, and when Dougall nodded grimly, asked, "And plan to marry her to prevent her brother being able to use her so shamefully?"
"O' course," he muttered, but glanced toward the floor above as he spoke the lie. He wasn't just marrying Murine to save her from her brother. Dougall was not that self-sacrificing. In the normal course of events, he would have done all he could for the lass to help keep her safe. She had saved his sister's life after all, but marriage was an extreme step.
"Poor lass," Aulay muttered, and then added, "She's lucky ye're willing to marry her."
Dougall merely grunted and continued to stare at the floor above. How long had it been since they'd left the room?
"He's the lucky one," Geordie contradicted. "I would ha'e married her meself had Conran no' made it clear Dougall was interested in her."
