Liam eyed the generous tray of food a serving maid placed between him and his cousin. At once, the poisoning entered his mind as he stared longingly at the platter. Steam rose from the hot fare and his mouth watered in anticipation. The savory mingle of aromas awakened his empty stomach, eliciting a grumbling protest. In that instant, he was willing to take the risk.
Calum flicked a finger toward the tray. “If you’re famished, eat. ’Tis naught stopping you.”
“I’m waiting for someone.” Liam resisted the impulse to grab a chunk of meat and shove the morsel in his starving mouth.
“Who?” Calum asked. “I’ve sent a tray up for Arabella, and Mairi’s dining with your mother in Fraser’s chambers.”
His gaze shifted to the hall entrance. “Nora.”
Calum’s dark brows rose. “The woman?”
“Aye.” He sighed. The blasted, stubborn woman.
Her absence should not astound him, but the accompanying pang of disappointment was a bit unsettling. Why should he care at all? ’Twas not as though he planned to bed the woman, in truth. In fact, he knew little of her but, mayhap, he wished to learn more.
Earlier in the day, he fully intended to offer a prompt apology to Nora and toddle along on his way, but he’d lingered for some reason. Something about the woman appealed to him, compelling him to remain. He caught a glimpse of her comely smile when she thought no one noticed. Another side, one the lass hid behind a guarded frown, peeked through and snagged his attention. Fascinated, he itched to learn the woman’s secrets.
A soon as Kenneth marched into the hall, Liam’s concentration shifted to the hard-faced commander. The man’s gaze spanned over the chamber before lingering on Liam. The disdain in the soldier’s eyes had cooled little since that morn. Foregoing his usual place at the high table, Kenneth joined a group of Fraser warriors and their wives near the front of the hall. Idle chatter descended to hushed whispers as everyone took notice of the evident slight.
What had changed with the man? He and Kenneth had known each other for years, spending long hours in the training fields, and neither of them ever shared a harsh word or ill will. Why the man rushed to point the blame at him for poisoning Fraser bothered Liam. He narrowed his eyes on the man. There had to be something else there, but he just did not have the answers yet.
“Is there still naught I can do for you, my lord?”
Interrupted from his musings, he peered over his shoulder. The blonde maid from last eve stood between him and Calum, holding a pitcher of ale. Her inviting smile widened while the loose lacings of her blouse drew undue attention to her ample bosom.
The generous curves and feminine wiles he’d found appealing the previous night were wholly lost on him this eve. For once, he had more pressing matters to contend with than wasting time dallying with a serving maid.
Truth be told, only one prickly female occupied his thoughts at present. After Nora admitted he’d stolen a kiss, the image lodged in the forefront of his mind and he could not seem to shake the notion free. ’Twas a shame he’d no memory of the encounter. Then again, he’d rather not remember the subsequent clout to his eye.
“Nay, not a thing.” He spoke each word slowly to add weight to his meaning.
The slightest hint of anger sparked in her features before she concealed the emotion behind a deceptively false smile.
“Aye, my lord.” She curtsied and continued down the aisle.
For a split instant, he considered her as she filled tankards with ale. Could she have had something to do with the poisoning? Her position would’ve allowed her an opportunity to administer the lethal dose, but at what gain? There was no benefit to her in the least.
Setting aside his misgivings, he shifted to face his cousin. Calum stared at him as though he were a complete stranger. “What?”
Calum’s mouth snapped shut and he shook his head. “’Tis just I’ve never seen you pass on an offer of female company before.”
“Of course I have. Plenty of times.”
Calum quirked an incredulous brow. “Are you so certain?”
Rather than justify his actions, he glanced to the hall entrance and the pulse leapt in his throat. A fidgeting Nora stood at the threshold with her brother at her side. Clad in an unflattering tan gown, she’d left her dark hair unbound and flowing to her waist. Her grim countenance would rival that of any hardened warrior on the day of battle. The woman looked every bit as out of place as Liam felt.
Scraping his chair over the stone floor, he pushed to his feet, drawing not only Nora and Will’s notice, but everyone gathered in the hall. Will offered a small wave and pointed to a trestle table in the front corner, a table too far away by Liam’s measure. Uncaring of the interested stares, he motioned for them to join him at the high table.
Nora shook her head and attempted to edge away from Will, but the lad whispered something in her ear. When her comely face crumpled with a scowl, her brother grabbed her arm, all but dragging her across the hall to the raised dais.
Liam grinned at the pair and gestured to the empty seats across the table. “Please, join us.”
“My lord. Laird MacGregor.” Will dipped his head as he deposited his grumbling sister in the armchair opposite of Liam.
Once the lad took his seat, Liam returned to his own. He peered at Nora, waiting for her to glance at him. The woman stubbornly averted her gaze to the trays of fare laid out on the table in front of them.
He cleared his throat. “I was beginning to think you might not attend, Nora.”
The address captured her attention and her dark eyes pierced him with her annoyance.
“’Twas not for lack of trying,” she muttered beneath her breath, wringing a chuckle out of Calum.
Liam snorted at her dry comment and grabbed his eating knife to fill his trencher. As soon as he stabbed the first chunk of meat, an elbow jabbed him in the ribs. He shot a quick glance at Calum, who nodded toward the hall entrance.
“It would seem you have another guest.”
Elena Fraser stood in the entryway, scanning the hall. Torchlight glimmered on the elegant sapphire gown she donned. Though she’d reached middle age, time had done little to diminish his mother’s beauty. She might’ve gained a few wrinkles, but her smooth skin retained a youthful appearance. Hands clasped in front of her, she affixed a tight smile on her lips.
Without a second thought, Liam hopped to his feet and dashed across the hall in no time. He beamed at his mother while he presented his arm. The artificial smile she wore eased into a natural grin as she placed her small hand atop his forearm. He guided her to the raised dais, taking care to settle her in Fraser’s empty seat.
“I thought you were dining with Mairi this eve. You should’ve told me and I would’ve escorted you myself,” he chastised with a frown.
The woman knew better. Until they located the person responsible for Fraser’s mishap, ’twas not safe for her to stroll the halls without a guard. But managing her stubborn will was as effective as controlling Fraser’s coarse tongue.
“My Hammish is in good hands with Mairi.” She affectionately patted his hand. “I preferred not miss your announcement, my son.”
Though he dreaded his upcoming speech, his mother’s encouraging words soothed the unease wreaking havoc in his midsection. ’Twas heartening having her there by his side. Along with Calum, Nora and Will. Just their presence alone encouraged him.
“Mother, allow me to introduce Nora Fraser and her brother, Will. ’Tis thanks to both of them I’m not still languishing away in the dungeons as we speak.”
Calum snorted. “Languishing? Hardly.”
“Well, I might’ve been.” Liam shrugged.
Elena smiled in gratitude at Will and Nora. “Thank you both for your aid and for believing in him. I know ’tis difficult given his nature.”
“Hey!” He shot a mock scowl at his mother.
She winked. “Do not fash yourself, sweeting.”
Nora lifted a hand to stifle her g
rin.
Chuckling, Will leaned closer. “My lady, I sincerely hope the laird is well.”
“Aye, he’s resting, but much improved. Thank you for your concern, lad.”
“I’m pleased to hear he’s well, Lady Fraser.” Nora’s features lit with a sincere smile that extended to her eyes. “Please let him know the clan wishes him a swift recovery.”
“’Tis kind of you to say, Nora dear.” Elena beamed. “I shall pass along the well wishes.”
His mother darted a fleeting, pointed look at Liam and he almost laughed out loud. No doubt, the woman would pester him later for details. As would his cousin.
Unable to ignore the aromas drifting up his nostrils, he picked prime bits of fare to serve his mother. After he filled her trencher and made sure Will had served Nora, Liam piled his own full with an assortment of meats, vegetables and fruits. Aside from the porridge that morning, he’d eaten little else. His empty stomach urged him to dig in. He savored each bite with relish, heedless of the idle chatter around him.
Much later, after he’d eaten his fill, he looked over the hall, contemplating what he might say. At present, the strained mood in the chamber did not bode an eager acceptance. The Frasers’ restlessness hung in the thick air. Numerous glances toward the high table, coupled with a flurry of whispers, spoke of their mounting agitation.
With one last fortifying sip of ale, he rose to his feet and cleared his throat. “If I could have your attention, please. I have an announcement.”
Noise ground to a stuttering halt while every head in the hall swung his direction.
“I’m pleased to inform you that Laird Fraser has improved.” He flourished an arm at his mother. “With the diligence of his lady wife, he’s on the mend.”
A round of cheers and gratitude to the heavens emerged from the quiet chamber, dispelling a somber layer from the mood.
If only the rest of his announcement met with such success. He hesitated for an instant while the words fumbled round on his tongue. Ignoring the sweat beaded on his brow, he raised his hands to signal for a modicum of silence.
With a deep breath, he rushed out, “That being said, I’ve agreed to oversee the clan in his stead.”
Handfuls of shocked denials rose in unison. In a few short moments, mild apprehension shifted to outraged comments and horrified shouts. The entire hall gushed into disorder.
Liam expected naught less, but the cold reception rankled. Exasperated, he yelled over the clamor. “Calm yourselves.”
With the Frasers worked into a frenzy, his words vanished into the sea of doubt. Beside him, he caught a glimpse of his mother’s affronted features. Her hands grasped the arms of her chair as she prepared to stand and swoop to his defense, but he halted her with a staying hand on her shoulder. ’Twas his problem to handle, not hers. Otherwise, he’d never gain the clan’s respect.
Grabbing his empty tankard, he banged the heavy metal bottom on the trestle table thrice. He bellowed, “Silence!”
To his utter relief, the action achieved the desired effect. The uproar dwindled to a few startled gasps. Wide eyes throughout the chamber stared at him with varying degrees of trepidation. Nora and Will included, to Liam’s chagrin.
Biting back his irritation, he sighed. “I understand your reluctance and fears, but let me be the first to assure you, ’tis not permanent. Fraser shall be back on his feet and ready to lead this clan as he’s always done.”
The words partially quieted the brewing storm in the hall, but several distrusting gazes lingered among the crowd.
A clan elder piped up, “What if we do not want you as our laird?”
The man had gumption, Liam would give him that. “I’m quite aware many of you suspect my involvement with the laird’s poisoning, but ’tis the God’s honest truth, I had naught to do with it.”
“If not you, then who?” a worried feminine voice drifted up from the front of the hall.
Murmurs moved through the masses at an alarming rate. ’Twas a question everyone wished answered. Alas, he had none to give.
“I know not, but I’ve every intention of finding the person accountable.” He heaved a weighted sigh. “Our clans are close allies and have been for generations. Many of you have known me for years, and many of you also know the laird and I’ve had our differences over the years. But naught shall change the fact he’s a strong, proud man whom I happen to hold in high esteem. I’ve no wish to take the old boar’s place and doubt I ever could.”
His attempt at amusement gained him several grunts and a few chuckles.
Liam forged on, “For now, Laird Fraser cannot afford to waste his strength fretting over his clan. ’Tis time better spent resting and healing. All that I ask of you is your simple cooperation. Help me to ease the burden on your laird until he’s well.”
“What of the wool harvest?” one of the Frasers called out. “’Tis only a sennight away.”
A round of ayes circled the query, which concerned Liam as well. He understood how important the harvest was to the clan’s livelihood, and he had no intention of leaving the Frasers to tend to matters on their own.
“There’s no need to delay the harvest. We shall go forward with it as normal and send half the wool to market as the laird’s always done. I’ll do anything I can to help. All of us MacGregors will. Just as the Frasers have helped our clan with harvests.”
“For someone who knows naught of running a keep, you seem mighty sure of yourself, MacGregor,” Kenneth sneered. “I thought you wanted naught to do with the clan. Is that not what you told Laird Fraser last eve? Or was that part of your ruse to steal his clan?”
Anger prodded at Liam, poking at the invisible wound the commander opened earlier that morn. The blasted man deserved a swift kick in the arse.
“I’ve no designs to steal any clan. I’ll admit, the words I spoke were true. In truth, the thought of leading a clan had never crossed my mind before.”
Why would it? With Calum as laird of the MacGregors, when would the need for him to have led arisen? Not that he coveted his cousin’s position. Never once had Liam harbored any ill-will toward Calum. He comprehended the weight his cousin bore for his clan. ’Twas not a simple feat the man had accepted.
“The responsibility, the burden…’tis a lot for anyone to undertake and I do not do so lightly.” His gaze shifted from the commander to encompass everyone in the hall. “I do not profess to know all the intricate inner workings of managing a holding, but I’m willing to at least try. For Laird Fraser’s sake, and yours. I’m not perfect, nor have I ever claimed to be. As far as I’m aware, none of us are. All I ask of you is to join me until your laird is well once more.”
For a long, excruciating moment, Liam feared Kenneth might continue to sow seeds of discord or that not a single Fraser would comply with his request. The heavy mass in his gut sank to his feet. He tugged at the restricting collar of his tunic.
Bless the lad’s soul, Will hefted his tankard in the air and shouted, “Aye, MacGregor.”
Nora followed suit. Then another, supported by another. Soon, most of the Frasers held their tankards high in the air in agreement. A few remained unmoved, while a handful, namely Kenneth and a small number of his men, sat fuming in silence.
For now, Liam would grab ahold of the small victory and deal with the dissidents later. He signaled a nearby maid to fill his goblet, then raised his tankard for a salute. “To Fraser’s fast recovery and to a prosperous wool harvest.”
To his ever-loving gratitude, the hall surged with a round of cheers. His shoulders slumped with relief and the tight knot in his chest loosened. Swallowing a sip of ale, Liam nodded his thanks to Will and Nora.
The lad hooted with excitement, while Nora proffered a faint smile. Mayhap Liam was mistaken, but he imagined he spied a hint of respect lingering in her dark eyes. At the thought, his pride soared to a peak.
This foreign sensation—speaking to a clan, garnering confidence and pushing them onward—was entirely fresh, exhi
larating, and downright heartening. At last, he understood the appeal of leadership, but there was no sense growing accustomed to the feeling.
*
MUCH LATER, AFTER most of the clan bedded down for the eve, Liam strolled outside the keep’s stone walls as was his habit. Since he was a lad, he’d enjoyed the peaceful solitude of night when almost every other living creature had fallen into slumber. The tranquil silence afforded him an opportunity to clear his head and sort through any matters lingering at the forefront of his mind.
Many times in the past, Calum would join him on his walks. But since his cousin’s marriage, their late-night outings had ceased. ’Twas understandable, of course. The man adored his wife and preferred her company.
Chilled gusts of wind wound around structures and rustled the leaves of a few large oaks that remained standing in the courtyard. Tugging his mantle closed over his chest, he rubbed his hands together to ward off the cold. Overhead, hundreds of twinkling stars blanketed the clear night’s sky. The faint gurgle of the stream outside the courtyard whirred through the air.
Liam ambled along the worn, stone path leading to the stables in the far corner of the courtyard. His nearly-quiet, booted steps punctuated the droning silence. Within moments, another soft shuffle of movement behind him pricked his ears and he pivoted to face whoever approached.
He nearly groaned aloud at the familiar sight of Kenneth stalking toward him. Shadows cloaked the man with a sinister aura that suited the commander a bit too well. Even in the dim moonlight, Liam could easily distinguish the scowl carved in Kenneth’s features. No doubt, the man had waited for a chance to catch Liam alone after the evening meal.
Suspicious of Fraser’s commander, he shifted his stance, allowing his hand to linger near the dagger sheathed along his side. He trusted the man about as much as he would a pack of hungry wolves.
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