Saving Grace (30 page)

“She’s daft,” Robert whispered.

Gabriel’s followers heard his remark. Three of the MacBain soldiers started forward. Calum waved them back with a motion of his hand.

“Our laird will decide what’s to be done,” he ordered.

Keith stood beside Calum. He couldn’t restrain himself. “She isn’t daft,” he bellowed. “But I’ll be certain to let our laird know your opinion of his wife.”

“My son wasn’t being insulting,” Laird MacInnes defended. “Just speaking the truth. Look at her eyes. She’s gone crazed all right. And over what, I ask you? ’Tis just a whore on the ground.”

Gabriel wasn’t paying any attention to anyone but his wife now. He reached the steps but didn’t touch her. He moved to stand next to her side.

Johanna ignored her husband. She slowly turned until she had Laird MacInnes in her sights.

She was pleased to notice his ugly face turn stark white. His thick lips pinched into a pucker of worry.

“Which one of you beat this woman?”

The laird didn’t answer her. He turned his gaze to his left and then to his right. It was as though he was looking for a means of escape.

“You may not kill him.”

Gabriel gave his command in a low whisper only she could hear. Johanna didn’t show any outward reaction to his order.

He repeated his command. She shook her head. She kept the laird in her sights when she spoke to her husband.

“Do you believe the woman deserved this treatment? Do you think she’s less important than dull-witted oxen?”

“You know better than to ask me such questions,” he countered. “Give me your bow and arrow.”

“No.”

“Johanna . . .”

“Look what they did!” she cried out.

The agony in her voice made his heart ache. His wife was close to completely losing her composure. He couldn’t allow that to happen.

“Do not let them see your distress,” he ordered. “That would be a victory for them.”

“Yes,” she whispered. Her hands started shaking, and she let out a low whimper.

“The longer we stand here, the longer the lass goes without proper care. Give me your weapon.”

She couldn’t let go. “I can’t let them hurt her anymore. I can’t. Don’t you see? I have to help her. I prayed for someone to help me. No one would. But I can help her. I have to ...”

“I won’t let them hurt her,” he promised.

She shook her head again. Gabriel decided to take a different approach. It seemed as though an hour had passed since he’d joined her on the steps, yet he knew less than a few minutes had actually gone by. The length of time didn’t matter to him. He didn’t care how long it took for her to regain her control. The bastard MacInnes soldiers would have to wait. Gabriel could have taken the weapon away from her, of course. He didn’t want to. He wanted her to give it to him.

“Very well then,” he said. “I’ll order my men to kill every one of them. Will that suit you?”

“Yes.”

He couldn’t mask his surprise. He let out a sigh, then turned to give the order. He wasn’t one to bluff. If she wanted him to kill the infidels, then he would accommodate her. Hell, he’d been looking for an excuse anyway. Pleasing his wife would do well enough.

“Calum,” he shouted.

“Aye, MacBain?”

“No,” Johanna blurted out.

Gabriel turned to her. “No?”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “We can’t kill them.”

“Yes, we can.”

She shook her head. “It would make us no better than they if we let our anger control our actions. Make them go away. They turn my stomach.”

The strength was back in her voice. Gabriel nodded, satisfied. “Give me your bow and arrow first.”

She slowly lowered her arms. What happened next so surprised her, she didn’t even have time to react. Gabriel snatched her weapon out of her hands, half-turned, took aim, and dispatched the arrow with incredible speed and accuracy.

A howl of pain followed. The arrow found its target in the shoulder of the same Maclnnes soldier she’d injured. Robert, the laird’s son, had slipped his dagger from his belt and was just about to hurl the weapon when Gabriel spotted the movement. Neither Calum nor Keith had even had time to shout a warning.

Laird Maclnnes went into a rage on his son’s behalf. Gabriel’s fury was far worse. He shoved Johanna behind his back, tossed the bow to the ground, and reached for his sword.

“Get the hell off my land, MacInnes, or I’ll kill you now.”

The MacInnes soldiers didn’t waste time leaving. Gabriel wouldn’t let Johanna move until the courtyard was clear.

“Keith, send ten Maclaurin soldiers to follow them to our border,” he ordered.

“As you wish, MacBain,” Keith shouted back.

The minute her husband moved, Johanna skirted her way around him and ran down the steps. She crossed the clearing, untying her belt as she ran. She had her plaid off before she knelt down next to the battered woman and used the material to cover her. She placed her hand on the side of the woman’s neck, felt the pulse beating there, and almost wept with relief.

Father MacKechnie put his hand on Johanna’s shoulder. “We’d best get her inside,” he whispered.

Calum bent down on one knee and leaned forward to lift the woman. Johanna screamed at the soldier. “Don’t touch her!”

“She can’t stay here, m’lady,” Calum argued, trying to reason with his distraught mistress. “Let me carry her inside.”

“Gabriel will carry her,” Johanna decided. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. “I didn’t mean to shout at you, Calum. Please forgive me. You shouldn’t be lifting her anyway. You’ll tear your stitches.”

Calum nodded. He was surprised and pleased his mistress had offered him an apology.

“Is she dead?” Keith asked.

Johanna shook her head. Gabriel pulled her to her feet then and bent down to lift the MacKay woman into his arms.

“Be careful with her,” Johanna whispered.

“Where do you want me to put her?” Gabriel asked. He stood up, cradling the sleeping woman in his arms.

“Give her my room,” Father MacKechnie suggested. “I’ll find another bed tonight.”

“Do you think she’ll live?” Calum asked as he followed his laird across the courtyard.

“How the hell do I know?” Gabriel asked.

“She’ll survive,” Johanna announced, praying she was right.

Calum ran ahead to open the doors. Johanna followed her husband through the entrance. Hilda was just coming down the hallway from the back door. She spotted her mistress and called out to her.

“Might I have a word with you about our menu for tonight’s dinner guests?”

“We aren’t having guests,” Johanna said. “I would rather eat my supper with the devil or King John himself than suffer the MacInnes’ company.”

Hilda’s eyes widened. Johanna started up the steps after her husband, then stopped. “I seem to be snapping at everyone, Hilda. Please forgive me. I’m not myself today.”

She didn’t wait for Hilda to accept her apology but hurried on up the steps. A few minutes later, their guest was settled in bed. Gabriel stood by his wife’s side while she checked for broken bones.

“She appears to be intact,” Johanna whispered. “The blows to her head worry me. Look at the swelling above her temple, Gabriel. I don’t know how severe the damage is. She might not ever wake up.”

Johanna didn’t realize she’d started crying until her husband ordered her to stop. “It won’t do her any good if you fall apart. She needs your help, not your tears.”

He was right, of course. Johanna mopped the wetness away from her cheeks with the backs of her hands. “Why did they cut her hair like that?”

She reached down and touched the side of the woman’s head. Clare MacKay had thick, dark brown hair. It hung straight down but barely covered her ears. The MacInnes men hadn’t used scissors. The edges were too jagged. They’d used a knife instead.

Humiliation, Johanna decided. Aye, that was their reason behind the foul deed.

“It’s a miracle she’s still breathing,” Gabriel said. “Do what you can, Johanna. I’m going to let Father MacKechnie come inside now. He’ll want to give her the last rites.”

Johanna wanted to shout a denial. The sacrament of extreme unction was given only to those poor souls hovering at death’s door. Reason told Johanna it was the logical thing to do. Yet the woman was breathing, damn it all. and Johanna didn’t want to consider the possibility she wouldn’t recover.

“Just as a precaution.” Gabriel insisted to gain her cooperation.

“Yes,” she whispered, “just as a precaution.” She straightened up. “I’m going to make her more comfortable.” she announced then. She crossed the room to fetch the pitcher of water and the bowl from the chest and carried them back to the bed. She was going to put them on the floor near her feet, but Gabriel thoughtfully moved the chest close to her. He started for the door as she hurried across the room again to collect a stack of linen cloths.

Gabriel reached for the latch, then suddenly stopped. He turned around to look at his wife. She wasn’t paying him any attention now. She hurried back to the bed, sat down on the side, and dipped one of the cloths into the bowl of water she’d just poured.

“Answer a question for me,” he ordered.

“Yes?”

“Were you ever beaten like this?”

Johanna didn’t look up at her husband when she gave her answer. “No.”

He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath. He let it out after she gave him her reply.

Then she qualified her answer. “He rarely struck my face or my head. Once, though, he was less careful.”

“And the rest of your body?”

“Clothing hid those bruises,” she answered.

She didn’t have any idea how her explanation affected him. Gabriel was shaken. It was a wonder to him she’d ever agreed to marry again. Hell, he’d demanded she trust him. He felt like a complete fool now. If he were in her position, he sure as certain wouldn’t have trusted anyone ever again.

“She won’t have scars,” Johanna whispered. “Most of the blood on her face is from her nosebleed. It’s a wonder they didn’t break it. She’s a pretty woman, isn’t she, Gabriel?”

“Her face is too swollen to tell what she looks like,” he answered.

“They shouldn’t have cut her hair.”

She seemed obsessed over that minor punishment. “Cutting her hair was the least of their offenses, Johanna. They shouldn’t have beaten her. Dogs receive better treatment.”

Johanna nodded.
And oxen
, she thought to herself.

“Gabriel?”

“Yes?”

“I’m glad I married you.”

She was too embarrassed to look at her husband when she told him how she felt, and so she pretended great interest in wringing every drop of water out of her cloth.

He smiled. “I know you are, Johanna.”

His arrogance was really getting out of hand. It warmed her heart, though. She shook her head, then went back to her task and began to clean the blood away from Clare MacKay’s face. She whispered words of comfort while she worked. She doubted Clare could hear her, but it made Johanna feel better to tell her over and over again that she was safe now. She added the promise that no one would ever hurt her again.

Gabriel pulled the door open and found the hallway crowded with women. They all wore the MacBain plaid.

Hilda stood in front of the group. “We would like to offer to help with the care of the woman.” she said.

“Father MacKechnie must give her the last rites before you go inside,” Gabriel ordered.

The priest was waiting at the back of the crowd. He heard his laird’s announcement and immediately pushed his way through the women, begging their indulgence. He went inside the chamber, hurried to the foot of the bed where he’d left his satchel, and pulled out a long, narrow purple stole. He kissed each fringed end, whispered his prayers, and draped the material over his neck.

Gabriel pulled the door closed. He went downstairs. Calum and Keith were waiting for him at the bottom of the steps.

They followed their laird into the great hall.

Gabriel spotted the plaid on the floor in front of the hearth. His dog was missing. “Where the hell is Dumfries?”

“Out prowling,” Calum suggested.

“He took off early this morning,” Keith added.

Gabriel shook his head. Johanna would pitch a fit if she noticed the dog was gone. She’d fret about his stitches.

He forced his mind back to more important matters. “Calum, call all the MacBain soldiers together,” he commanded then. “I want each man to tell me he didn’t touch Clare MacKay.”

“And you will believe . . .”

Keith quit his question when his laird scowled at him. “None of my warriors will lie to me, Keith,” Gabriel snapped.

“But if one admits he did in fact spend the night with the woman? What will you do then?”

“That isn’t your concern, Keith. I want you to ride to Laird MacKay and tell him what took place here today.”

“Do I tell him his daughter is dying or do I soften the truth?”

“Tell him she’s been given the last rites.”

“And do I tell him a MacBain ...”

“Tell them exactly what Laird MacInnes charged,” Gabriel commanded, his impatience evident. “Damn, I wish I’d killed the bastards when I had the chance.”

“You’d have a war on your hands if you did, MacBain,” Keith pointed out.

“War has already been declared,” he snapped. “Think I will so easily forget the fact that the laird’s son tried to kill my wife?”

He was shouting by the time he finished his question. The Maclaurin warrior shook his head. “Nay, Laird,” he rushed out. “You will not forget, and I stand beside you on this issue.”

“Damned right you do,” Gabriel countered.

Calum took a step forward then. “The MacKays might also wage war if they believe a MacBain did in fact compromise Clare MacKay.”