Highlander's Honor (Scottish Highlander Romance)

by Barbara Bard

  She was about drifting away again when she heard another knock on the door. Catharine had sent a handmaiden with a pot of ink, a pen and some papers. She took them from the handmaiden and thanked her. The handmaiden was taken aback by this gesture and showed her surprise. Sarah immediately realized that she has to act like a lady now, and it was not in her place to thank handmaidens and servants. She immediately composed herself and dismissed the servant.

  She placed the writing materials on the table, pulled out the chair to sit on and proceeded to writing the letter to Lord Brambly - Rosemary’s father.

  Dearest Lord Brambly,

  It is with great regret that I write to you. You may be told that this letter is from your loving daughter, but actually it is Sarah who is writing this. There has been a terrible misunderstanding. While we were traveling through the forest we encountered a wagon filled with prisoners. Rosemary wanted to investigate, fearing that something strange was occurring. I tried to dissuade her, but she was set on her course of action and she disappeared into the night. I do not know what happened to her then. I have heard a rumor that she was seen with a Highlander, being carried away to the north, and I fear for her safety. But to protect us from the soldiers who were guarding the prisoners George told them that I was Rosemary. We were escorted here and since then I have had to remain true to the lie. I wish that I could speak the truth to Lord Flynn, but I am afraid that he will not take too kindly to this subterfuge, even though it was not a conscious decision on my part. I feel ashamed, guilty, and scared. I do not think there is anyone to whom I can turn aside from you. Please help me, Lord Brambly, you are my only hope.

  Yours faithfully,

  Sarah

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  As Sarah finished writing the letter, the time for dinner arrived. Sarah was dressed in a silk dress with gold embroidery. Never in her life had she thought she would be dressed in such luxury. She considered this dress the nicest thing she had ever worn. However, she didn't think she would ever become comfortable in noble attires. Catherine and Harold were already seated, as per usual. The table was filled with all manner of delicious food. Huge slices of meat were laid upon plates, bowls of vegetables were situated in between them, and broth was being ladled into other bowls by the servants. One of them, startled by Sarah's arrival, dropped his ladle on the floor. It clattered down and the broth spilled over the floor. Sarah bent down to help him, but Lord Flynn was furious.

  “What are you still doing here, you cretin? Be gone from my sight! You threaten to ruin this dinner, and I will not stand for it. Go and find a new line of work. If I ever see you around here again I will flog you until your blood is as thick as that broth,” he said viciously. The servant glanced at Sarah, meeting her eyes for an instant. In them, Sarah saw sheer terror, and then he was gone, disappearing into the shadows. Lord Flynn's face was as dark as thunder.

  After the servant had scurried off, lord Flynn banged his fist on the table twice to signal that he wanted to make an announcement. The whole room went quiet immediately.

  “we will be going to war with the Highlanders,” he announced.

  The whole room went up in noise. The men started banging their cups on the table, the women broke into a dance. Excitement filled the room at the mention of war.

  Chapter 2

  Drew was brooding on the moors. His home, his castle, loomed against the misty backdrop of the Highlands. The weather was a little chilly, he was wrapped in a thick fur. His black hair fell down to his shoulders, and his beard scratched his face.

  As he looked at the castle he found it difficult to imagine that so many things had changed in such a short period of time. The castle was sturdy, its foundation had been built many years ago, and it had stayed strong and withstood numerous wars over the years. To Drew, it had been a symbol of the strength of his clan, and the Highlanders in general. The wild clans of the Scottish Highlanders had always been threatened by the forces of nature, wild animals, and the devious English.

  It had never been an easy life for any of them, and that did not seem as though it was going to change any time soon.

  Drew sighed as he stared, wishing that things had been different. All his life he had tried to live up to the ideals shown to him by his father, and his brother. Aife had been a worthy leader, proving himself in battle with the English, then proving himself as a firm ruler in peacetime. The legacy he wanted to leave his children had been one of peace, but that covenant had been broken, not the least by Blair.

  Drew's brother often infuriated him. Blair had the makings of a great leader, but always seemed to get in his own way. For many years now Blair had been brooding, preferring to spend time alone rather than take his rightful place as Laird of the clan. There were times when Drew even thought Blair might run away for good and leave the clan in Drew's hands. It brought him shame to think it, but sometimes Drew thought the clan would be in better hands if he got to rule, especially given recent events.

  When Blair left the last time, Drew had honestly thought he would never see his brother again. But Blair had returned, and he wasn't alone. Blair had brought back with him an English rose. A dainty young woman who he had quickly made his wife.

  Such a brazen show of defiance was typical for Blair, but Drew couldn't believe that his father had blessed the union. Now this Rosemary had one of the most privileged positions in the clan, and Drew was worried. Blair had tried to placate him of course, and Rosemary had shown great wisdom and passion in how she had tempered Blair's temper, but it still gave him misgivings, especially when war with the English seemed as though it was going to rear its ugly head again.

  “Ye look pensive, my lad.” Drew came out of his thought and turned to face his mother. She wore a black cloak, its hood pulled over her head, leaving her face cast in shadow, as was the customary mourning rite. Wisps of white hair blew out of the hood, and as he looked closer Drew could see his mother's sunken eyes. Aife's death had taken its toll on her.

  “As I should be. These are times that weigh heavily on our souls.”

  “On mine more than most. It is sad that it took your father's death tae show Blair his rightful place in this clan.”

  “Do ye think he is really best suited tae lead the clan?”

  “It is his birthright.”

  “A birthright he hae always sought tae run from, and now he hae brought that English lass tae us.”

  “Ye know she's not all bad. In fact, I think she's quite good fer him.”

  “Perhaps fer him, but what about us?”

  Fianna sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Drew, ye are never satisfied. Ye have always been the more thoughtful one out of ye and Blair, but dinnae lose yourself in despair. Blair can lead this clan. He just needed a little bit of a push. As for Rosemary, she's made it clear that there is nothing waiting for her back in England. We dinnae have anything tae worry about from her.”

  “And what if an opportunity for her to return does present itself? Can we truly be sure she will never want to return?”

  Fianna's mouth curled up at the sides. Ever since Aife died the sight of a smile from her had been rare.

  “She loves him, Drew.”

  Drew stared at her blankly, as though her words explained nothing. Fianna shook her head.

  “There is still much ye must learn about life, my lad. Sometimes the lines between us and the English are not so distinct. We are all still human, after all. We all have hearts.”

  “My heart could never be taken by an English girl,” Drew spat. “Not after all the English hae done, and especially nae since we learned what happened to Gall.”

  “That was a tragedy. I do hope there is nae another war.”

  “If there is we shall crush them,” Drew said, clenching his fist.

  “Ye have more in common with your brother than ye think.”

  “Nonsense. Blair acts on his feelings. He never thinks about his actions, he's always so quick tae anger.”

  “So are ye, when it comes
tae the English. I dinnae blame you either, especially nae after all we have been through. I know that ye are still hurting from your father's death. In truth, I see so much of him in ye and Blair. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of one of ye and I think I am seeing him when he was younger, in the prime of his life.”

  Drew's mood was tempered.

  “I'm pleased that he still lives on in us. I hope that we can make him proud.”

  “I am sure ye will. He used to brood a lot too.”

  “He did? Even when he was younger?”

  “Oh yes, especially in the war. The responsibility of killing weighed heavily on him. There were times when he often wondered why there is so much anger inside all of us.”

  “But he was one of the fiercest warriors the clans have ever known. His prowess in battle is legendary.”

  “Your father fought because he had to. He was always going tae do his duty tae the best of his ability, but that did not mean he took pleasure out of it. Remember, your grandfather was killed in battle at a young age, and your father was always afraid the same was going to happen to him. That is why we waited until the war was over tae have a family.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. We spoke about it many times before the war, but your father could sense something brewing. Then war broke out and he made it clear that he did not want to risk leaving sons behind without a father. Once the war was over and it became clear that we could live in peace, we had a family. Sometimes I wish ye and Blair could have seen the war for yourself. It might make ye feel differently, as it would the rest of your generation.”

  “We are nae leading the Highlands into war. The English hae made the first move, as they always do. This Flynn, whoever he is, killed Gall, and that slight cannae be left unpunished. We are McCalls, and we dinnae let these things happen without consequence.”

  “I would nae treat him so lightly. I remember a Flynn from the old war. It must have been this one's father. He was a formidable warrior, and if his son has inherited his strength he will not be an easy foe. The English are able to amass a great number of troops. I would nae be so eager tae go tae war.”

  “If they attack us we will crush them, send them back with a bloody nose, and they will never come back again. We must teach them that this treatment of our people will nae and cannae be tolerated,” Drew said, his words growing harsh. He could feel passionate blood stirring within him.

  “I know, my lad, I know, but old people like me who have already seen what war does tae people can wish for things to be different. Ye and Blair are the right people tae lead our clan in this war.”

  “Me and Blair? That man won't listen tae me.”

  “Drew, ye must both listen tae each other. Ye are two halves of the same coin. I know Blair has often been difficult, but he has taken his place as Laird, and he will do his duty. I have already spoken tae him about this, but he cannot do it by himself. Ye must be there for him tae offer him counsel. Ye are an intelligent man, and a strong warrior in your own right. If the two of ye fight together nobody will be able tae stand in yer way.”

  “Then it's a shame that Blair makes it so difficult all the time,” Drew said, scowling. “But I will try my best, for the sake of the clan.”

  “That is all I ask. Now then, I suggest that we go and join your brother and the others for the feast,” Fianna said. Drew nodded, and followed his mother down the hill.

  He was left with much on his mind. His mother spoke wise words, but it was often so difficult to make peace with his brother when Blair had so often made it his mission to defy the needs of the clan.

  A cough caught his attention. Drew turned, and saw that Deirdre was signaling to him. Drew rolled his eyes. Deirdre was always trying some scheme. Ever since Blair had returned with the English girl Deirdre had been scowling and skulking around. She and Blair had shared a kiss once. Deirdre thought that meant more than it did. Now she was a scorned woman and sought revenge on the man who wounded her heart.

  “Mother, I must attend tae something first. I will see ye at the feast,” he said with a sigh. Fianna glanced towards Deirdre and gave her son an inscrutable look. He wondered if she knew what the two of them were there to discuss, but no, it was impossible. His mother had the uncanny knack to know many things, but this was not one of them.

  “What took ye so long? I thought we were going to meet?” Deirdre said in a harsh whisper. Her flaming red hair framed her freckled face. Anger blazed in her eyes.

  “Mother distracted me.”

  “Ye are worse than your brother for keeping track of time. Have ye thought anymore about my proposal?”

  “I have indeed,” Drew said.

  “And?”

  “It is nae right, Deirdre. I know ye have been insulted by Blair's actions, but it is nae enough tae go tae these lengths.”

  “Nae right? Nae right! Surely ye of all people can see that what Blair has done goes against our blood. Why would we want tae accept an English girl as one of our own?”

  “Blair is the laird now. It is his choice,” Drew said in a hollow tone.

  “Blair hae made the wrong choice.”

  “Because he chose another woman over you? Deirdre, he did nae make any promises tae ye. Ye shared a brief attraction, but that was all. You had nae claim tae him, and ye are nae justified in plotting against him just because ye are scorned.”

  “I have every right,” Deirdre said, narrowing her eyes at him, “and ye would be wise tae think about what I offer. If this is the choice Blair makes now, imagine what he will make if we go tae war. What if Rosemary's people offer him an alliance? What if she runs back tae them and says that she won't return unless he lays down arms? She is a weakness to him, and we cannae allow her to have so much control over him.”

  “I don't think anyone hae any control over my brother. He hae always been like a storm, tempestuous and uncontrollable. That is why he brought her back in the first place.”

  “I can make it look like an accident. I can get her alone and kill her. Nobody would be able tae trace it back to me, or ye.”

  “What ye talk of is treason. Ye are fortunate that I don't take this tae Blair himself.”

  “Ye wouldn't dare, because ye feel the same as me. Perhaps all this time I chose tae pursue the wrong brother. Perhaps your father did as well. There are many of us who feel that ye would make a better laird than Blair,” Deirdre said, lowering her tone to a breathy whisper. She moved in closer to Drew, placing her hand upon his chest, looking up at him with her sultry green eyes. For a moment Drew was tempted, his manly urges rampaging through his body, but if he gave into her then Deirdre would try and twist his mind to do her bidding.

  Drew took her hand and pulled it away from his chest. Deirdre's face fell, her expression frustrated and annoyed.

  “Be at peace, Deirdre. Forget this course of action. It is nae right that ye should be plotting against the leaders of the clan. Dinnae make any further moves like this or I will be forced tae bring ye before Blair.”

  “If you're taking your brother's side now then you're as foolish as he is. You know what this clan needs, and your brother cannae provide it.”

  “That may be true. I have my doubts about Blair, but I would never plot against him. Ye do yourself a disservice. It's something the English would do.”

  “Then ye should watch your back because I can guarantee you Rosemary is plotting something. Do ye really think it's just a coincidence that she ran into Blair just as the English were capturing Gall and executing him? There's something strange afoot, Drew, and if ye don't do something soon it'll be tae late,” Deirdre said as she stormed off.

  Drew remained standing where he was for a few moments as he let Deirdre's words sink in. He didn't want to believe her, but she made a lot of sense. Still, he couldn't allow a plot against his brother to fester, no matter how much he disagreed with some of Blair's decisions. The two of them had been through too much to let their relationship be marred with betrayal, but Drew would have to ha
ve a conversation with him now. There was much they needed to discuss and it troubled him.

  Turning on his heels, Drew walked towards the castle where the feast was being held. His heart was heavy, and the air was thick with grim portents of the future. The closer he got to the castle the louder the noise inside grew.

  Before he entered, Drew took a deep breath. With the leaders of the other clans inside, it would be difficult to get an audience with Blair, but he had to speak with Blair about his fears and the possibility of a war. The tables were already filled with different varieties of food. There were platters of beefs, rice. Soups, grapes and berries on every table. Jugs of ales were being passed around and the atmosphere was filled with… the men were probably talking about the possibility of going to war with the English. Drew scanned the room for Blair and saw him seated with some of the leaders of the clan in a discussion. Drew signaled to him come and step out of the hall. Few moments later, Blair joined him outside.