Timeless Tales of Honor (10 page)

Rowan nodded, bid Aishlinn good day and left the room quickly.

Duncan stood with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Aishlinn look about the room. As her eyes fell from one object to another, he found himself wishing he knew what she might be thinking. He was about to ask her that very question when a very beautiful young woman with long black hair and green eyes walked into the room.

“Duncan!” she exclaimed as she ran up to hug him. Aishlinn remained standing near the fireplace and suddenly felt quite uncomfortable. The young woman was dressed in a very fine green gown. Her thick black braid reached to her very tiny waist. Aishlinn was surprised when she felt a tad jealous of not only the young girl’s beauty but of the big hug she was now receiving from Duncan.

“Bree,” he said as he finally let go and turned her to face Aishlinn. “I would like ye to meet Aishlinn. Aishlinn, this is me sister, Bree.” He introduced them with a broad smile.

“Bree, she speaks only the English.” Aishlinn was slightly confused for she thought all of Duncan’s family had been killed long ago. Perhaps the lass was not a blood sister, but instead a foster sister. She would ask Duncan of it later.

The young woman’s smile had quickly disappeared when she saw Aishlinn’s face. “Lass! Ye do look a fright!” Bree said. Her honesty made Aishlinn want to crawl away and hide.

“But no worries! Yer bath will be here soon. We’ll take good care of ye.” The girl was a whirlwind of movements as she rushed out of the room and yelled at someone in the hallway.

Soon the room was a flurry of men who brought a tub and sat it before the fireplace. Young boys rushed in carrying buckets of hot water and poured them into the tub. Someone set a dressing screen in the corner as more and more water was brought in. A fire was lit while Bree rushed from the room only to return a moment later. “Duncan, yer bath be ready now! Be gone and let us have some privacy.”

As the last of the hot water was poured into the tub Bree took Aishlinn’s hand and led her behind the screen. Not knowing of the injuries to Aishlinn’s back, Bree quickly began tugging at the belt and tunic.

“Bree,” Aishlinn began, “I knew you mean well, but I’ve bandages on my back.”

A puzzled look formed on Bree’s face as she let go of the tunic. Aishlinn turned and carefully pulled the tunic over her head. She winced when she heard Bree gasp.

“Lass! What happened to ye?” she asked. She was appalled at what she saw.

“’Tis a long story, Bree,” Aishlinn told her as she quickly removed the trews and woolens and left them lying on the floor. She grabbed a linen that hung on the screen, and wrapped it around her waist and chest, and left her back exposed. “Could you undo the bandages for me?” Aishlinn asked, keeping her back to Bree.

Bree gave a quick nod of her head and untied the long strips. She could not hold in her surprise when she began lifting the bandages from the cuts. “Och!” She shook her head repeatedly as she removed each bandage and tossed it to the floor with Aishlinn’s clothes.

“A man did this to ye, dinna he?” Bree was smart enough to figure out the cuts were made by a belt or strap of some sort. What she couldn’t figure out was why she had been beaten.

“Aye,” Aishlinn said through gritted teeth. She took a deep breath as she felt the last of the bandages tug away.

The scent of lavender wafted through the air as it clung to the steam rising up from the wooden tub. Aishlinn had never taken a lavender scented bath before! Had never taken a scented bath of any kind before, for that matter.

Bree led her around the screen and to the tub. Aishlinn held on to Bree’s hand for balance as she slowly stepped into the gloriously hot water and carefully sat down. She let out a long, steady, blissful sigh. ’Twas heaven.

Bree brought the stool from the table and sat down next to the tub. The puzzled look was still painted across her face. Aishlinn knew she probably had a hundred questions, but was too polite to ask them.

“How old are you Bree?” Aishlinn finally asked.

“I’m ten and six.” Bree told her as she dipped a cloth into the water. Aishlinn took a deep breath, dunked her head under the steaming water for a few moments before coming back up. Aishlinn decided that Bree was old enough to hear most of her story. There were, of course, certain parts she couldn’t have shared with an adult woman, let alone someone as young as Bree. Aishlinn would carefully walk around those bits and pieces of her life’s story. She’d lie if she needed to.

While Bree lathered the cloth with soap, Aishlinn began her story, starting first with her mother’s death and then Moirra’s. Bree listened intently as Aishlinn told of how she had ended up at Castle Firth. She decided to leave out the part of the earl’s death, instead telling the young girl that he had had been so drunk from whiskey that he passed out before he could complete the reprehensible deed.

The water was tepid and Aishlinn had been scrubbed from head to toe twice and her hair washed three times before she ended with their arrival today. Bree helped her from the tub and carefully wrapped the linen around Aishlinn’s shoulders.

“Ya poor thing!” Bree said shaking her head as she led Aishlinn to sit near the fire. “What ordeals and trials ye’ve been through!”

Aishlinn wanted no one’s pity, only help in finding her family. Deep down there was a part of her that hoped that day would not come too soon. She had grown quite fond of Duncan, Rowan and Manghus, and had quickly come to think of them as the brothers she had always prayed for.

“Have they brought yer things up yet?” Bree asked as she began to rub a drying cloth over Aishlinn’s hair.

Aishlinn cringed inwardly, for she did not have things. “My dress was cut. ’Twas in Duncan’s pack the last I saw it. Perhaps you could find it for me, along with a needle and thread and I could mend it.”

Bree clucked her tongue at the notion. “Nay! We’ve plenty of things for ye to wear!” she said, shaking her head as if Aishlinn was daft. “I’ll fetch ye a shift and then we’ll take care of yer back and comb out yer hair.”

When Bree returned a short time later, Aishlinn had begun to nod off near the fire. “Lass, ye dunna want to fall asleep before we comb out yer hair and put fresh bandages on ye. Lay upon the bed and I’ll take care of yer back for ye.”

Bree took great care at applying salve and fresh bandages to Aishlinn’s back. While it stung considerably, it did not burn with the ferocity that it had this morning.

When she was finished wrapping the long strips around Aishlinn’s torso, Bree gently tugged the shift over Aishlinn’s head. Aishlinn had never seen such fine fabric before. She was certain it was too fine and rich a fabric for someone of her station to wear. But seeing that her alternatives were limited -- return to wearing Duncan’s tunic and trews or wander about naked until her own clothing could be washed and repaired, she chose to remain quiet.

Sitting in front of the fire, with Aishlinn resting at her feet, Bree carefully ran the comb through the tangled mess of hair. Tears threatened, for the last person to comb her locks had been Moirra. And Aishlinn could not think of Moirra without her thoughts turning to her mother.

Aishlinn held her breath and tried to convince herself that her tears were the result of being weary and travel worn and not from the longing of missing Moirra and her mother. All that she needed was a nap and a hot meal and she’d be able to control her emotions much better afterwards.

“Och! Lass!” Bree whispered sweetly. “Ya be safe now.” Bree gave her a slight hug around her shoulders. “And ye must be quite tired from yer journey.”

“Yes I am. But I’m afraid all I’ve done these past days is sleep.”

“Who could blame ye?” Bree said paying particular attention to a rather large knot of hair. “Ye’ll no’ have to worry about the English while yer here, lass. Angus will see to it that ye’re safe, as will Duncan and the men.”

“When will I meet Angus?” Aishlinn asked unable to suppress a yawn.

“Och! It will be at least a month. He was called to the high north for talks, just a day or two after Duncan left in search of the reivers.”

Reivers? Aishlinn did not know what the young girl spoke of. “What reivers?” she asked.

“The reivers that took the cattle. Thirty head of cattle they took in the dead of night. That’s why Duncan and the others were in the lowlands, to find the reivers that took ’em,” Bree said.

Aishlinn felt ashamed knowing that Duncan and his men had given up a search for the cattle that were meant to feed their people. Visions of starving men, women and children leapt into her mind. “Why would they do that?” she thought out loud.

“Do what, lass?” Bree asked finally winning the battle with the knot of hair.

Aishlinn sighed heavily. “Why would they give up the search for the cattle to help me? You’re people will go hungry because of it!”

“Och! Don’t be silly, lass!” Bree patted her on her shoulders. “Our people will no’ go hungry. We’ve been blessed with more than most and we’ve plenty more cattle to feed us!”

Although relieved to know the clan would not go hungry, she still felt quite guilty. These men had given up the search for their cattle and had taken great risks to bring her here. She worried that she would never be able to repay them for their kindness.

“All done!” Bree happily announced before standing. “Now ye get yerself into bed and I will look in on ye later.” She smiled sweetly before leaving Aishlinn alone.

For as long she could remember, she had always slept upon a pallet, even after moving into Castle Firth for the servants’ rooms had no beds. The bed at Aric and Rebecca’s had been quite nice but she had only slept in it to heal her battered body.

Peasants and scullery maids were not meant to enjoy such luxuries. If she began to sleep in a bed now, it would be the same as telling a lie; she’d be pretending she was something she wasn’t.

She could not deny that it looked to be a magnificent bed but she also could not deny her true station in life. Wrapping the linen tightly around herself, she chose instead to sleep on the floor by the fire. Yawning again, she tucked her head into the crook of her arm and within moments fell asleep.

W
hile Duncan bathed
, his thoughts turned to Aishlinn, who he knew at that moment to be completely naked, soaking in a warm bath of her own in the room right next to his. He was quite shocked by the mental image that came to his mind and gave himself a good chastisement for it. The lass was far too young, and had gone through far too much to have a big lumbering Highlander chasing her about!

He lathered up his face and shaved off the nearly month old beard that had sprouted upon his face. His mind continued to wander to thoughts of Aishlinn and he knew not from where those thoughts came. He nicked his face several times while shaving, unable to concentrate on the task at hand.

Blotting up the tiny droplets of blood, he cursed himself repeatedly. Mayhap it was the long journey or his gratitude towards her for killing the earl that affected his mind and led it to images he should not have.

The bath had left him feeling refreshed and invigorated. He donned a clean tunic and plaid before pulling on his leather boots. There had still been no word of Tall Thomas, Findley, Richard or Gowan and he hoped they would be returning soon. Word that the English had fallen for the trick of sending back the rider-less horse would indeed be welcome news.

He assumed Manghus was now happily at home with his wife and regaling her with the story of their recent adventure. Rowan had by now partaken of a warm bath and was more likely than not seeking out the friendship and comfort of any available young lass.

Standing near the fireplace he wished that Angus were here now to seek his counsel on the matter of Aishlinn. Learning earlier from Rowan that Angus had been called to talks in the far north and that it would be at least a month before he would return did not help the matter. With Angus gone, Duncan was left as acting chief.

Rowan had also informed him that Isobel was off helping Brown Robert’s wife deliver her first bairn, therefore he could not seek her counsel. Customarily he would have sought out Angus’ advisors, but unfortunately they were all with Angus. If only he knew for certain what the English were doing he would feel much better about the entire situation.

Duncan ran his hands through his damp hair and began to pace. If he were to ever become chief of his clan, he would need a team of advisors of his own. Half the men he would have chosen for that position were busy at the moment, scouting the territory for English soldiers who could at this very moment be ready to descend upon his castle in search of Aishlinn. He would not allow that to happen.

Curious feelings had begun to creep into his chest as he thought of her. He felt quite protective of her as well as beholden, for she had killed the man who had murdered his family. But there was something more. ’Twas something that he could not quite put his finger on. Taking a deep breath, he decided to seek out Rowan and a few other good men he felt he could trust. Together they would make a plan of action in case the English attacked. But first, he should check on his guest.

Aishlinn’s room was next to his own, just a few steps away. He knocked quietly but heard no reply. Had Bree still been in the room she undoubtedly would have bid him to enter. He knocked again and still received no response. Had she taken ill he wondered? Or had she fallen getting out of the tub and now lay unconscious upon the floor?

Quietly he opened the door and peered inside. He found her curled up like a kitten in front of the fireplace. The poor thing had been so exhausted from her recent trials and journey that she had fallen asleep by the fire.

Duncan entered the room quietly and crouched beside her. There was a hidden beauty to the lass, and not one simply masked by bruises and welts. Aishlinn’s beauty ran deeper than skin. For reasons he could not explain he felt drawn to her in a way he had never experienced before. He wanted to know her better, to learn all he could of her. He was also eager to see what her face looked like when it was free of the marks left behind by a cruel and evil man. She looked so peaceful -- nearly angelic as she slept on the floor by the fire. He resisted the urge to reach out to touch her cheek.