Brides of Ireland: A Medieval Historical Romance Bundle

by Kathryn Le Veque

  Spencer knew that. In fact, he’d known all along that it would come to this. He was to face off against Kirk again and not at all looking forward to it. What an ironic twist of fate, he thought. Once, he had faced Kirk because he himself wanted Mara. Now it was because le Vay wanted her. He would fight Kirk because he was obligated to, not because he wanted to. If he was in Kirk’s shoes, he would want his woman back, too.

  “I am not going to do anything with Lady Mara in his grip,” Spencer said. “He will have to release the lady before I make a move.”

  Kirk didn’t want to go through the effort of another dark and bloody fight. He knew Spencer was cunning and sly; he also knew he was deadly. He couldn’t take the chance that the man would win. Before he could reply, a female voice interrupted.

  “Father!” Lily gasped, squeezing around the twisted door to enter the room. “What have you… Kirk!”

  Lily nearly stumbled in her surprise as her gaze fell on Kirk. The door was destroyed, Kirk had Mara in his arms, and there were women in the room she didn’t recognize. Her mouth fell open.

  “What on earth is going on here?” she demanded, pointing to the door. “Father, did you do this? What has happened?”

  Lionel could see her agitation and lifted an impatient hand to silence her. “Kirk has only just arrived,” he said. “Where have you been?”

  Lily didn’t look pleased. She glanced at Kirk and Spencer as she answered. “I did not want to watch you extract Mara from this chamber as one would extract a rotten tooth from a gaping mouth,” she said, unhappy. “You would not listen to me so I left. I have been in the chapel most of the day, praying for a calm solution to all of this. I see that my prayers have brought Kirk returned from Ireland although I am not entirely sure that was the calm resolution I was praying for. I think it may be the more violent option.”

  Mara let go of Kirk and went to Lily. The woman put her arms around Mara and the two of them hugged tightly.

  “Lily, your father refuses to release me to Kirk,” Mara said. “Kirk will fight for me and your father has ordered Spencer to champion him. Please tell your father not to do this. Please tell him to let me go.”

  Lily was inflamed. She looked accusingly at her father. “Kirk and Spencer are going to fight for your right to keep Mara?” she was outraged. “Father, I have never known you to be foolish or evil, but what you are doing is wicked. Do you hear me? You are being wicked!”

  Lionel would not be reprimanded by his daughter. “Get out of here,” he told her. “Go to your chamber. This does not concern you.”

  Lily wouldn’t budge. She held up an angry finger, wagging it at him. “I am ashamed of you,” she scolded. “See what your greed and selfishness has done? Kirk will never trust you again and you have even made Spencer miserable. How can you do this to people who respected you?”

  Lionel was furious. He was also shrewd. He made his way over to his daughter, who still stood there with Mara. He scowled at his only child.

  “It is not your place to rebuke me,” he told her. “Things in life do not always work out as we have planned. Life is not a glorious white field of flowers, pure and for the taking. We do not exist from one happy moment to the next. In this world, we must fight for survival and for what we want and if that meets with your disapproval, so be it. I do not answer to you.”

  With that, he snaked an arm out and grabbed Mara, pulling her against him and throwing his forearm across her neck in a threatening gesture. As Mara screamed, Kirk went for his sword but Spencer was also armed. The broadswords came out and the battle for Mara, in a flash, had begun.

  “Defeat him any way you have to, Spencer!” Le Vay yelled as he dragged Mara towards the twisted remnants of the chamber door. “Kill him if you must!”

  Micheline, Wanda, and Valdine skittered away from the battling knights in a panic, pressing themselves into the far reaches of the room, as Lily ran for her father. She grabbed Mara’s arm and began to pull in the opposite direction.

  “Father, no!” she cried as she yanked on her friend to prevent her father from pulling her through the door. “Where are you going?”

  Lionel had Mara half way through the door, although Lily was tugging fiercely on her. “There is a priest in the great hall,” he bellowed. “I am doing what is my right, do you hear? I will marry Mara and we will be done with this foolish nonsense once and for all!”

  Lily dug her heels in. “You will not marry her!” she cried. “Let her go!”

  Mara, in a bad position, was being torqued quite seriously, but she managed to bite Lionel on the arm. He yelped and let her go, but was able to wind a hand into her dark, luscious hair. He pulled hard as she screamed.

  “With me!” he roared. “Lily, let her go!”

  The sounds of broadsword against broadsword filled the room, especially when Kirk and Spencer crashed into the massive wardrobe and sent it smashing over onto the floor. Wood exploded all over the room as Kirk managed to grab Spencer by the neck and throw him down onto the demolished pile. Micheline and the twins screamed, trying to move away from the fight, as the battle for Mara not only went on in front of them but also continued at the door.

  Unfortunately, Lionel was stronger than his daughter and he had Mara in a painful position, so he was able to wrest her through the door and away from Lily. Lily, horrified and distraught, moved to follow.

  “Kirk!” she cried. “He is taking her to the great hall to marry her! You must help her!”

  Kirk heard the words and, with a frustrated roar, kicked Spencer as the man tried to get up. It was enough of a blow to cause Spencer to roll several feet away as Kirk made a break for the door. But Spencer somehow ended up on his knees and picked up a piece of the broken wardrobe, hurling it at Kirk. The wood caught him in the legs and knocked him down to one knee, giving Spencer enough time to run at him with his broadsword wielded. Kirk avoided two heavy blows as he struggled to his feet and the battle went on.

  Lily had already run from the chamber, following her father and Mara. Mara’s angry screams were echoing off the walls as Lionel dragged her down the stairs. Kirk, however, had his hands full with Spencer; as much as he was frantic to rush to Mara’s aid, he was in a mortal battle. He needed to subdue Spencer before he could go after Mara.

  But time was ticking.

  Lionel got Mara as far as the entry to the great hall. There was some decorative iron railing in the wall and as Lionel pulled her through the entry, Mara reached out and grabbed it. It prevented Lionel from pulling her any further as she held on for dear life, screaming with pain as he yanked on her hair. When Lionel realized the hair wasn’t doing him any good, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and tried to yank her free that way. Mara tried to kick him in the groin.

  Lily, too, was working against him. She came up behind her father, jumped on his back, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She squeezed and squeezed, and Lionel was close to blacking out. He finally had to let go of Mara in order to dislodge his daughter. With Lionel occupied, Mara let go of the iron and ran for her life.

  She raced back up the stairs to where Kirk and Spencer were still doing battle, only now they were out in the corridor destroying everything in their path. Mara didn’t want to cry out to Kirk and distract him, as she had done the last time Kirk and Spencer battled, because she well remembered what happened that time. Therefore, she ducked into the nearest chamber, hoping to find a weapon. If Lionel laid another hand on her, she was going to make the man pay.

  She ended up in a spare chamber, small but nicely furnished. A quick and panicked perusal of the room showed that there were no weapons available. There was, however, a fire poker and shovel. Mara raced to the hearth and collected the iron poker. Taking a deep breath for courage, she ran back to the chamber door because she could hear the battle drawing closer. It was loud and frightening.

  Mara was fully prepared to brain Spencer so Kirk could get the upper hand. But what happened next was not as she had planned; it occu
rred faster than she could comprehend. Soon, it was all spiraling out of control into deadly oblivion.

  When she threw open the panel, Kirk and Spencer were right there. In fact, they were practically on top of her. Kirk, seeing Mara in the doorway, was distracted long enough for Spencer to take a huge swipe at his head. Kirk ducked in the nick of time but in doing so, hit his head on the wall and nearly knocked himself out because he was without his helm. He had left it back on his charger when he had arrived at Quernmore.

  Mara, seeing Kirk go down, threw herself at Spencer, poker and all, and sent the man sideways into the opposite wall just as Lionel came racing around the corner. The old man was without Lily hanging all over him, running headlong into a battle without a weapon or any armor.

  Kirk, dazed as he was, only saw a body. Assuming it was Spencer, he threw up his broadsword and Lionel ran right into it. In the blink of an eye, Lionel was impaled through the gut on the tip of Kirk’s massive broadsword.

  Lionel groaned as the steel blade carved through him. Mara, hearing the sound, stopped beating up on Spencer and they both turned to see Lionel standing in the corridor with Kirk at his feet and a broadsword through his belly. He was just standing there as if he could not comprehend that he had just been mortally wounded. But swiftly, reality set in as he began to bleed out all over the floor. Blood gushed down his legs and onto the wood. His shocked gaze found Mara, who stood equally shocked gazing back at him.

  Lionel smiled weakly at her. “All I wanted,” he breathed, “was a son….”

  With that, he fell forward, quite dead, against Kirk. Kirk grabbed hold of the man and lowered him carefully to the ground. All they could do was stare at the deceased lord of Quernmore Castle. As swiftly and violently as the battle had begun, it was over. The sudden stillness was overwhelming.

  For the longest time, no one said a word. They just stared at Lionel. Kirk moved first; he removed his broadsword from Lionel’s soft belly, almost gently. There was a good deal of regret there. His gaze lingered on the man for a moment before turning to Spencer.

  “This does not please me,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I did not intend to kill him like this.”

  Spencer looked down at his liege. “I realize that,” he said. Exhausted, ill, shocked at the turn of events, he clumsily sheathed his broadsword and slumped back against the wall. “He did it to himself, Kirk. I have always known the man to be stubborn and willful, but never foolish. But… perhaps it is better this way.”

  “What do you mean?” Kirk asked.

  Spencer’s focus moved to Lionel, crumpled on the floor. “He was not being entirely selfish,” he said softly. “I know it looks that way, but he confided in me recently that he was dying. He saw this marriage to Mara as his last chance to have a son to replace Michael and preserve his legacy, but it seemed as if whatever desperation he felt turned to madness over the past few days. He simply wasn’t himself. It was the despair of a dying man, if that is of any comfort. So perhaps it is better that he meet his end quickly rather than looking forward to months of agony as his life slipped away.”

  Kirk’s expression was serious. “Is this true?” he asked. “He was dying?”

  “Aye.”

  “Of what?”

  “A mass in his belly. Already, his legs were growing numb and he was in great pain. Ask the castle physic if you do not believe me.”

  Kirk looked at Lionel’s crumpled form through new eyes. He sighed heavily. “Although I am not without sympathy, it still does not excuse what he surely must have put Mara through. If I had not returned when I did, she would be Lady le Vay.”

  “That is true.”

  “That selfish behavior is not the man I knew.”

  “Nor I. Attribute it to his illness if you must.”

  Kirk’s gaze moved to Mara. Still standing against the wall next to Spencer, her lower lip was trembling as she looked at the man she loved with all of her heart. She dropped the fire poker and went to Kirk, collapsing into his embrace tearfully. As they held one another, in exhaustion and in joy, far down the hall, Micheline poked her head out of the chamber with the twisted door. The sudden silence in the corridor had prompted her to find out why.

  “Kirk?” she called fearfully, seeing the collection of people at the end of the darkened corridor. “What has happened? Where is my sister?”

  Mara let go of Kirk and ran down the hallway to her sister, sobbing as she threw herself into the woman’s embrace. The women hugged fiercely.

  “Misha,” Mara wept. “I did not think I was going to ever see you again.”

  Micheline smiled as she held her baby sister. “Of course you would see me again,” she said calmly, soothingly. “What has happened? Where is Lord le Vay?”

  “Dead,” Kirk replied for Mara. “He is here, Misha, at my feet.”

  Micheline could see a body in the dim hall. “Did… did you kill him because he married Mara?”

  “He did not marry Mara. He did not have the chance.”

  Micheline’s gaze lingered on Kirk before returning to her sister. Things were still confusing, but Kirk and Spencer were no longer fighting and she found that she was most grateful for that. In truth, she had been quite worried for Spencer.

  “It would seem that there was a good deal of madness going on here at Quernmore,” she said to Mara. “Would you care to tell me all that has happened?”

  Mara nodded, wiping at her eyes, but Kirk spoke from down the hall.

  “She can tell you everything tonight at the wedding feast,” he said wearily, making his way down the hall and reaching out to collect Mara. “Right now, I understand there is a priest in the great hall. I intend he should marry Mara and I this very moment.”

  Mara clutched his hand tightly, even tighter when he led her past Lionel as if afraid the man would rear up and grab her. Kirk took Mara and Micheline down to the great hall as Spencer, Wanda, and Valdine tended to Lord Lionel.

  They found Lily tied to a chair near the mouth of the great hall, courtesy of her angry father. Kirk untied her and tried to explain what had happened as gently as possible. It wasn’t gentle enough; Lily burst into hysterical sobs and raced upstairs to find her father being cared for by Spencer and the twins. Although she did not agree with what her father had done, she still loved him and wept bitterly over his accidental death. He was all the family she had left.

  Lily stayed with her father’s body throughout the marriage ceremony between Mara and Kirk. Mara, although joyful that she now had a new husband that she loved with all of her heart, was nonetheless distraught over her friend’s sadness and instead of a wedding night with her very exhausted husband, she sat with Lily all night, comforting her friend just as Lily had spent so much time comforting her. It was the right thing to do.

  That night, the hellion finally grew up as her husband slept hard and dreamlessly in their marriage bed, snoring loud enough to rattle the doors. He missed his wife, of course, but he understood as well as encouraged her compassion towards the woman she had once hated jealously.

  Now, there was no more jealousy or pain. The love that Kirk and Mara had for one another had come full circle and a bright future was on the horizon. No more horror, no more Darkland.

  Kirk, as well as Mara, finally came to know peace.

  EPILOGUE

  The day was balmy and bright, and a strong breeze blew in off the Irish Sea, snapping the standards of Bowland that flew over Wicklow Castle. The smell of salt was in the air along with a hint of warmth, as the summer season had proven oddly warm during the middle of the day. This morning promised the same weather pattern as the inhabitants of Wicklow went about their business before it grew sticky.

  Kirk entered the cool confines of the enormous keep. He had been in the bailey seeing to their baggage, for a cog was moored less than a mile away that would take them to the green fields of England. It had been a trip long planned to visit Micheline and he was anxious to get on with the travel while the weather held good. With baggag
e and possessions loaded, now it was time to load up his family. With four young children, that would be the tricky part.

  He hadn’t taken five steps into the keep when he came to a halt and looked around at his feet as if he was missing something. Retracing his steps, his intense gaze roamed the bailey as he shielded the sun from his eyes.

  “Ryan?” he called.

  A moment later, a small boy with dark hair leapt onto the stone steps. He was a sturdy lad, five years of age, and in his arms he carried puppy. The dog’s long body trailed down, the hindquarters swinging as Ryan mounted the steps. Kirk frowned.

  “Where on earth did you get that?” he asked.

  Ryan Connaught turned his handsome young face to his father. “There was a dog that had puppies by the smithy shack,” he told his father excitedly. “I took one!”

  Kirk cocked an eyebrow. “I can see that,” he said as the boy drew close and extended the puppy for his father’s inspection. “A fine beast. But you must return him to his mother.”

  Ryan’s expression fell, looking much like his mother when her wishes were denied. “Papa, I want to take him with us,” he said sincerely.

  Kirk shook his head. He started to reply but was cut short by first one scream and then another. Kirk turned towards the direction of the screams in time to see one of his daughters shooting out of the keep entry and bash into his legs. When he reached down to steady her, another daughter ran up on her heels and he grabbed them both to keep them from tumbling down the stairs.

  “Regan!” Came the cry from inside the keep. “Bridget! Stop immediately!”

  Fortunately, Kirk had the two year old and three year old girls by the arms as Mara emerged from the keep, holding several pieces of garments in her hands. Kirk looked at her curiously until he realized his daughters were only half-dressed.

  “You are only now dressing them?” he asked his wife with strained patience. “We are supposed to be departing shortly. What is taking so long?”