The Accidental Highland Hero (20 page)

  Every time she made up a name, it seemed to be the wrong one.

“She is not the same Allison who freed us from the dungeon,” Gunnolf said.

Allison?  No. It could not be the same lady-in-waiting in Lady Akira’s employ who seemed to recognize Eilis. But if it was, then did it mean Eilis was a Dunbarton and so was Allison?  But then why would she free Dougald and Gunnolf if she worked for the Dunbartons?  Did she work as a spy for James or against him? 

She could not mention her suspicions for fear of giving herself away. Or getting the lady in trouble who might not be the same one who had freed Dougald and his friend.

“You look a bit pale.” Dougald leaned back. “Why?”

She shook her head.

“She is running away.” Gunnolf poked a stick in the fire. “’Tis the only reason she is out here all alone.”

“I had an escort,” she reminded them.

“Three men who all vanished.” Dougald quirked a brow in the same way James did. She could just imagine what James would say if he saw her here with his brother in a cave and she half dressed and Dougald in a state of undress as well.

“You were not running away with a scoundrel and became separated, were you?” Dougald asked, his countenance darkening even further.

Aye, he looked very much like James now that he was angry with her. Would he let her go when the weather improved?  She doubted it. They would take her back to Castle Craigly and let James deal with her.

Gunnolf laughed. “She is trying to think up a good tale.”

“Save it, lass. You can share it at Craigly when we return you there on the morrow.”

She would leave before then. As soon as her kirtle,
Nighinn’s
gown rather, was dry and the men asleep, she would slip away.

****

Eilis opened her eyes, vaguely aware she lay against a warm body, a heartbeat lulling her into a sense of security. Until she realized she was wrapped in Dougald’s arms. The rogue!

“Shh,” Gunnolf said to her and quickly extinguished the fire.

She heard what had awakened her then, the sound of men clomping through the cave, torchlight growing closer.

Dougald moved Eilis into a tiny dark alcove and whispered into her ear, “Stay here, lass. If ‘tis Dunbarton’s men, we will attempt to hide you. If ‘tis James, you will be fine.”

She clutched Nighinn’s cloak tighter, remembering she’d changed sometime in the night when her clothes had dried and Dougald again wore the tunic. Uncontrollable shivers had wracked her body, and Dougald had finally pulled her into his arms and shared his body heat, although she had soundly protested. But he was as obstinate as James. She’d fallen asleep before the men had, and she’d never chanced her escape as she’d planned.

Dougald kissed the top of her head then left her alone.

If it was James and his men, he’d want her head, she was sure. Not to mention Nighinn’s. If they were Dunbarton’s men, she didn’t even want to consider that scenario.

As soon as Dougald and Gunnolf vanished in the darkness, their footsteps echoing farther away, she felt an overwhelming sense of abandonment. Worse, sheer terror that it might be Dunbarton’s men and they would find her also swamped her.

From her hiding place in the dark and the distance the men had gone, she couldn’t see what happened next, but her heart was torn asunder when she heard the men’s words.

“’Tis the dogs, my lord!  Dougald and the Viking!  We have them again.”

“James will not be pleased,” Dougald said, his voice stern and proud, as he and Gunnolf moved farther away from her toward the cave’s entrance.

Thank heavens it appeared they believed Dougald or Gunnolf were alone.

God’s wounds where were James and his men?

Desperation coursed through Eilis. She couldn’t return to Craigly. Not when she finally had a chance to escape. She couldn’t!

As soon as the men’s voices faded and the horses galloped off, Eilis stumbled in the dark toward the cave’s entrance. Outside, the rain had stopped; Nighinn’s horse was gone. Eilis closed her eyes, fighting the tears gathering in the corners. Had Nighinn’s horse given Dougald and Gunnolf’s location away?

She had to warn James that the Dunbartons had taken his brother hostage. As much as she wanted to avoid her family, she couldn’t let Dougald and Gunnolf suffer further if she could help in any way.

****

Now that the rain had stopped, a cold fog filled the area, cloaking the early morning in a gray blanket as James and his men searched for his brother and Gunnolf.

“They could have been waylaid way before they reached our lands,” Eanruig reminded James as they looked across the glen.

“I lay odds Dunbarton’s men have them. What about the blood we found when the sheep were stolen?”  James ran his hand through his damp hair. None of his people had been missing. But what if Dougald and Gunnolf had fought Dunbarton’s men?  What if it was their blood they had found?

James ground his teeth.

“You think they saw Dunbarton’s men raiding the sheep and attempted to stop them?”

“Aye. If Dougald and Gunnolf had witnessed the thievery, they would have ridden into battle and not bothered to gather men.”

“My laird!”  Ian shouted, his eyes wide, his red hair wild, his horse glistening with sweat and breathing hard. Ian looked as though his father’s ghost was in pursuit as he galloped toward James. “My laird, word from Niall.” Ian pulled up short and dismounted.

God’s wounds, it couldn’t be bad news about his brother and Gunnolf.

Ian continued, “I have searched for ye through half the night. Niall…he said Eilis escaped.”

James clenched his teeth. How in God’s name could she have managed?

“But he is certain Nighinn aided her.”

If Nighinn hadn’t been his cousin, a woman to boot, James would feel justified in hanging her. If any harm came to Eilis…

“A lady wearing one of Nighinn’s gowns and riding one of her horses left yestereve. Three men escorted her, but neither Nighinn nor any of her men will admit it. She has soundly accused Eilis of stealing her clothes and horse.”

“And an escort?”  James’s head pounded with renewed anger. ‘Twas enough he had to deal with trying to locate his brother and Gunnolf. The wee lass was more than trouble. But Nighinn…

He gripped his reins tighter.

“Aye. And Nesta said Nighinn sent her from the chamber.”

“Why was there no guard?” James fairly roared. Had he not warned Niall of the lass’s deceptions?  That given any breathing space, she would make her escape?

“Niall told me to guard her, but I thought the women were still in the chamber. Not until Nesta returned and said Eilis was no longer there, nor was Nighinn, did I become concerned. Even so, we searched until we located Nighinn to ensure Eilis was not spending time with her.”

“We have rested the horses long enough. We search not only for Dougald and Gunnolf but also for Eilis.” Damn the woman for not minding him.

He didn’t want to imagine what might have become of the lass, who still didn’t have all her memories back. ‘Twas dangerous enough for armed men to travel through the region. A lady as comely and refined as she wouldn’t last a night on her own.

“Did she pilfer a weapon when she stole Nighinn’s gown and horse?” James asked Ian.

He shook his head. “She is unarmed.”

“With three men as escort.” James doubted they would have stayed with her for verra long. He wanted to wring Nighinn’s neck, but it would not bode well with his clan. However, she would not stay any longer at Craigly. And if he lost Eilis for good, his cousin would regret having put the lass in harm’s way.

****

Praying she’d find her way back to Craigly Castle, Eilis ran from the cave and hoped she might come across James or his men. She cursed Nighinn’s gown as the hem tripped her up, and she took a tumble on the hard earth. The sky remained dark and ominous, threatening to rain more. Her clothes were cold and damp. Chilled in the breezy weather, Eilis rose to her feet, gathered the gown and continued to race over the uneven terrain, until her side ached and she was short of breath.

Before long, after treading over the rocky ground in thin-soled shoes, her feet were sore and burning. But she had to reach Craigly. Had to warn Niall and get the word to James that Dunbarton had taken his brother and Gunnolf hostage.

Her stomach grumbled for food, and her mouth was parched for want of mead. The day wore on, and for as long as she’d been walking, she assumed mid-day was upon her. Despite her weariness, she kept on, forcing herself to stretch out her stride, although she felt it shortening despite her best efforts. Her feet pained her with every step. If she didn’t reach the castle soon, she’d have to resort to crawling.

But after a long while, she saw the castle spires in the distance. Movement to her right caught her eye next.

“How now?” a man said, his face wrinkled with age, his gray eyes kindly as he herded goats. “What ye doing out here by your wee self, lassie? The wild beasties, either four legged or two wouldst do ye harm.”

“Do you serve Laird James?”

“Aye.”

“I…” Her breath faltered, and Eilis felt ready to collapse as she held her waist. “Word must be sent to his cousin, Niall, at once. Dunbarton’s men have taken Dougald and Gunnolf hostage.”

“God’s knees. Beg pardon, lass.” He seemed at a loss as to what to do as he scratched his bearded chin and looked from his goats to the castle to Eilis. “Are ye all right?”

“My feet hurt. If I could, I would run all the way to Craigly.”

“Can you watch my goats?  I will fetch help and give word to Niall about James’s brother and Gunnolf.”

“Aye, hurry.”

Despite his aged appearance, the herder tore off toward the castle as if he’d suddenly turned into a young man again. His slight form grew smaller and smaller the closer he got to the castle until he disappeared.

But then the goats bleated in distress, and Eilis glanced at them. The goats lowered their tails and moved restlessly about, their gazes focused on the woods. Eilis turned her attention to the shadowed darkness of the forest hiding any sign of danger.

Wolves?  Wild boar?  Lynx?  Two-legged beasties?

If only Eilis had a big stick or a rock or…

She searched the ground and found a cairn of various sizes. Digging at the stones, she pulled one free and again observed the woods. She prayed whatever it was hidden in the needled forest stayed there.

When she looked back at the woods, the stone tight in her clenched hands, she saw the glint of a pair of amber eyes staring back at her from the dark forest.

Then another appeared next to the first.

Two gray wolves sized her up, the only perceived danger to them, she assumed. The goats continued to bleat, readying to run. “Stay together,” she said to them, trying to calm them with her voice, motioning to them to remain in a group.

One of the wolves continued to watch her while the other looked over the goats for the weakest link, the oldest, the youngest. She readied the rock. If she threw it at the wolves and hit one of them, mayhap if she could get one of them in the nose, he would run off. And the other would follow.

But if they charged the goats or her, would she have time to arm herself again?

The one wolf crouched, warning he was getting ready to leap. She aimed the rock, heard horses leaving the castle in the much too far distance, and threw the rock as far as she could.