He didn’t pay any attention to Jamie until they’d reached the inner courtyard. Then he tossed Wildfire’s reins toward the men circling them and turned to lift Jamie to the ground.
He didn’t even glance at her. Jamie stood at his side while he continued his conversation with the soldier.
Alec’s men seemed to be divided in their curiosity. Half the number stared intently at her; their scowls suggested they didn’t like what they were seeing. The other half circled Wildfire. They were smiling. And just what was she to think about that?
Wildfire didn’t like the attention she was getting any more than Jamie did. The nervous horse reared up, snorted her displeasure, and rudely tried to trample the men trying to catch hold of her reins.
Jamie instinctively reacted. Like a mother whose child was being naughty, she immediately sought to stop the budding temper tantrum.
She moved too quickly for Alec to catch hold of her. Without a thought to her audience, Jamie skirted her way around her husband and his stallion, nudged two big soldiers apart, and rushed forward to soothe her baby.
She stopped when she was just a few feet away from her pet. Jamie didn’t have to say a harsh word. She simply held out her hand and waited.
Wildfire immediately ceased her tantrum. The wild look left her eyes. While the warriors watched in open fascination, the proud white beauty trotted forward to receive a touch from her mistress.
Alec suddenly appeared at Jamie’s side. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her up against his side.
“She’s usually very docile,” Jamie told her husband. “But she’s tired, Alec, and hungry, too. Perhaps I should take her—”
“Donald will see to that task.”
She didn’t want to argue with him in front of his men. Alec took Wildfire’s reins, spoke in rapid Gaelic as he gave instructions to the young man who’d just rushed over to him.
Donald was a mite young to be stable master in Jamie’s opinion. Yet as soon as he announced that Wildfire was a fine horse indeed, Jamie decided to trust his capabilities. He obviously knew good horseflesh when he saw it. He had a gentle voice, too, at great odds with his flaming red hair and complexion, and an easy smile that made her want to smile back.
Wildfire hated him. The fussy horse tried to push her way between Jamie and Alec. Donald proved determined, however. When Alec added a harsh command, the stable master was able to gain complete control. He led Wildfire across the yard. Jamie watched, feeling like an anxious mother being separated from her baby.
“She’ll settle in.”
Alec’s remark irritated her. So she and her mare were the same in his eyes, were they? He’d said the same thing to her. Horse and wife. “She might,” Jamie answered, stressing the word “she.”
They started walking toward the steps leading to his castle doors. Alec still hadn’t introduced her to his men. She wondered about that oversight a long minute, then decided he was waiting for the right moment to do it properly.
They reached the top of the steps before he finally paused. He turned around, forcing her to follow with his arm still anchored around her shoulders.
He let go of her then, accepted a plaid from one of his soldiers, and draped it over Jamie’s right shoulder. As soon as that action was accomplished, silence filled the courtyard. The soldiers placed their hands over their hearts. Their heads were bowed.
The moment had arrived. Jamie stood as straight as a lance, her hands at her sides, waiting to hear the wonderful speech Alec would give his men. He’d have to give her praise now, she told herself, whether he wanted to or not.
Jamie told herself to remember every single word so she could pull the speech out of her memory and savor it whenever Alec irritated her.
It was a short speech, over and done with, in fact, before she realized it. Alec’s voice rang out over the crowd when he shouted, “My wife.”
My wife? That was it? He had nothing else to say? When he continued to keep silent, she guessed he was finished. And since he’d spoken in Gaelic, and she’d already decided against letting him know she understood his language, she couldn’t very well let him see how irritated she was over his abruptness.
When Alec gave the signal, his men drew their swords. Another great shout echoed throughout the courtyard.
Jamie edged closer to Alec, then bowed her head and made a curtsy to his soldiers.
Their renewed cheers startled her. Alec thought she might be a little intimidated. She looked overwhelmed by all the attention.
“What did you say to them, Alec?” she whispered, knowing full well what he’d said. As soon as he answered her, she thought to tell him that he really should expound upon his introduction.
She never got the chance to enlighten him, however.
“I told them you were English,” Alec lied. He threw his arm around her shoulders again and, as was his disturbing habit, literally hauled her up against his side. God’s truth, he treated her just like a satchel.
“And that, of course, is the reason they’re cheering,” Jamie countered. “Because I’m English.”
“Nay, wife. ’Tis the reason they’re screaming.”
He was outrageous. Jamie shook her head.
“What think you of my men?” he asked, his tone serious now.
She didn’t look at him when she gave her answer. “I’m thinking they all have swords, Kincaid, and you don’t. That’s what I’m thinking.”
The woman had grit, all right. Alec grinned in response to her barb.
The soldiers were openly staring at her. Alec knew they’d have to look their fill. It would take them time to get used to her appearance. In truth, he was still having difficulty with that task.
The soldier Jamie had guessed was Alec’s second-in-command rushed up the steps at his leader’s beckoning. He stopped in front of Jamie, waiting for an introduction.
“This is Gavin, wife. He’s in command whenever I’m away from home.”
When Gavin looked into her eyes, she smiled her greeting. Her smile began to falter though, the longer he continued to stare at her. She wondered if he was waiting for her to say something, or if there was some formality she’d yet to complete.
He was a very attractive man. He reminded her of Mary’s new husband, Daniel, for when he did finally smile at her, his green eyes sparkled with amusement. “I’m honored to meet you, Lady Kincaid.”
Gavin didn’t take his gaze away from her when he spoke to Alec. “You’ve chosen well, Alec. I’m wondering how you ever talked Daniel—”
“A toss of the caber settled the issue of first choice,” Alec announced. “My wife was pick of the litter.”
“Pick of the litter?” Jamie turned to frown at her husband. “Are you jesting with me in front of your friend, Alec, or do you really believe what you say?”
“I am jesting,” Alec answered.
“He’s always jesting,” Jamie told Gavin, her roundabout way of apologizing for her husband’s outrageous remarks.
Gavin was astonished. In all his years, he’d never known Alec to jest about anything. He wasn’t about to contradict the new Lady Kincaid, however.
He turned just in time to see Alec wink at his wife. “She’s exhausted, Gavin,” Alec said, drawing his soldier’s full attention. “A good supper and a long night’s rest are just what she needs.”
“She needs to see your home first,” Jamie announced. Her voice echoed her exasperation. “For she is most curious.”
Both Alec and Gavin grinned over the subtle way Jamie had just censured them for speaking as though she weren’t there. Jamie smiled, too, for she was pleased with the way she’d just bested them. “May I also have a bath, Alec?”
“I’ll see to that task at once, milady,” Gavin called out before Alec could answer.
He followed behind his new mistress like a puppy. Alec watched Gavin staring at his wife. He was amused by the way his friend tried to hide his reaction to Jamie. Gavin couldn’t seem to take his gaze off her
.
“Thank you, Gavin,” Jamie replied. “You needn’t be so formal with me, though. Please call me Jamie. ’Tis my given name.”
When Alec’s friend didn’t respond to her suggestion, Jamie turned around to look at him. Gavin was frowning over her request. “It isn’t acceptable?” she asked.
“Did you say your name was Jane?”
“No, it’s Jamie,” she instructed.
She nodded when Gavin continued to look confused.
The soldier turned to Alec and blurted out, “But that’s a man’s name.”
Chapter Nine
You put him up to it, didn’t you, Alec?”
He didn’t bother to answer that absurd question. Jamie did have a man’s name, and Alec had far more important matters to see to than to stand in his doorway debating this issue with her.
Both he and Gavin left her frowning after them as they walked down the three steps into the great hall. In truth, he had to give Gavin a good shove to get him started.
Jamie looked around with curiosity. A stone wall as tall as a church steeple was on her right. The stones were cool to the touch, smooth as polished gems, and without a single speck of dust blunting the golden brown color. A wooden staircase led to the second level, where it angled into a balcony that stretched all the way across one side of the building. Jamie counted three doors on the upper level and assumed they were sleeping chambers for Alec and his relatives.
There certainly wasn’t much privacy offered by the construction. Anyone in the great hall or the entrance could see who was coming and who was going from the rooms above, so open was the area.
The great hall was large enough for giants. It was stark in appearance, yet immaculate as well. Straight ahead of her was a massive stone fireplace. A blazing fire barely warmed the air in the gigantic room.
The hall was the biggest she’d ever seen. Of course, she’d only seen her papa’s hall, and she guessed that didn’t really signify; her papa’s chamber would have been lost in this hall. The room was as broad as a meadow and was equally divided by a long center pathway of rushes leading to the hearth. A table with at least twenty stools lining its sides took up only a small portion on the left side. Another table of identical dimensions was situated on the right. Just a few feet beyond that table was a tall wooden screen. Jamie assumed the square partition closeted the buttery.
Alec and Gavin were seated at the table in front of the screen. Since neither warrior was paying her any attention, she strolled over to the screen, looked behind it, and was surprised to find a bed there, built on a tall platform. Several pegs cluttered the wall behind the huge bed, and from the size of the garments hanging there, she thought this might be where Alec slept. She prayed she was wrong.
A soldier walked past her and placed her satchel on the foot of the platform. Jamie knew her guess had been accurate then. The soldier gave her a startled look and a gruff reply when she thanked him for bringing her baggage, then motioned her out of the way when another big man carried a circular wooden tub behind the screen and placed it in the far corner.
She was going to have the quietest bath she’d ever had, and that was that. Jamie felt herself blush just thinking about her lack of privacy. The screen would hide her nakedness, aye, yet anyone who happened to walk into the hall would hear the noise and surely guess what she was doing.
Jamie went back to her husband, determined to find out where the kitchen was located so she could order their supper. She reached his side and stood there several long minutes, but Alec still didn’t acknowledge her. Gavin was giving his accounting to his laird and had his full attention. Jamie sat down on the stool adjacent to her husband, folded her hands in her lap, and patiently waited for him to finish.
It would have been rude for her to interrupt. Jamie knew it was her duty not to complain either. She was wife of an important laird, after all, and if she had to sit there until morning light before she gained his attention, then sit there she would.
She soon became too sleepy to think about eating. She was just about to get up from the table when two women came rushing into the hall.
Their gowns were made from the Kincaid colors, and from their bearing, Jamie knew they weren’t servants. Both women had dark blond hair, brown eyes, and sincere smiles as well, until they turned their attention to her.
Their smiles immediately vanished. The taller of the two actually glared at Jamie.
Jamie glared back. She was too exhausted to put up with such nonsense. Tomorrow, she decided, would be soon enough to try to win the woman’s friendship. For now she was going to give as good as she was getting.
A soldier, with features showing a marked resemblance to both women, came into the hall next. He stopped directly behind the two women, placed his hands on their shoulders, and stared at Jamie. His hair was black, almost as black as the scowl he was giving her.
This one had already made up his mind to hate her, Jamie supposed. She assumed it was because she was English. She was an outsider here; it would take time for Alec’s clan to accept her. God only knew it was going to take her time to get used to them.
Alec didn’t notice the intrusion until Jamie nudged him with her foot. He gave her a frown for interrupting him, then saw the threesome waiting near the entrance. Alec broke into a wide smile immediately. Both women smiled back. The taller of the two rushed forward.
“Come and join us,” Alec called out. “Marcus?” he added when the scowling soldier had walked over to his side, “I’ll hear your accounting after supper. Did you bring Elizabeth back with you?”
“I did,” Marcus answered in a clipped voice.
“Where is she?”
“She wanted to wait in her cottage for word of Angus.”
Alec nodded. He remembered his wife when Marcus turned his gaze to her. “This is my wife,” he announced with a shrug in his voice.
“Her name is Jamie.” Alec turned to his wife and said, “This is Marcus. And this is Edith,” he added with a nod toward the woman standing beside the brooding warrior. “Marcus and Edith are brother and sister and first cousins of Helena.”
She could have guessed they were sister and brother. Their scowls were quite alike. She was too busy trying to follow Alec’s explanation to bother about their rudeness, though. Where was Helena? And who was this Elizabeth that Marcus had just mentioned?
Alec interrupted her puzzling by motioning to the last of the threesome. “Last but certainly not least is my Annie,” he announced. His tone was filled with affection. “Come closer, child,” he called out. “You must meet your new mistress.”
When Annie hurried across the room, Jamie realized she was actually a grown woman. Annie appeared to be just a year or two younger than Jamie. Yet there was a childlike expression on her lovely face. She radiated wide-eyed innocence, too.
Annie made an awkward curtsy to Jamie, then smiled sweetly. Her voice was that of a very little girl when she said, “Do I have to like her, Alec?”
“You do,” Alec answered.
“Why?”
“Because it will please me.”
“Then I shall like her,” Annie answered. “Even though she’s English.” Her smile widened when she added, “I’ve missed you, milord.”
Before Alec had a chance to respond to that remark, Annie hurried down to the far end of the table and took her place between Marcus and Edith.
Jamie continued to watch Annie a long moment. She understood what was wrong with the girl. She was one of those special people who stayed childlike all their lives. Jamie’s heart went out to Annie and to Alec as well, for he’d shown such kindness.
“Is Annie Marcus’s sister, too?” Jamie asked.
“No, she’s Helena’s sister.”
“Who is Helena?”
“She was my wife.”
Alec turned his attention back to Gavin before Jamie could ask another question. A group of servants came bustling into the hall, drawing her attention. Jamie’s stomach immediately started
grumbling when she spotted the platters of food the stout women carried.
Trenchers made of hollowed out stale bread covered the table. A large platter of mutton was placed directly in front of Jamie. She tried not to gag, but the sight and smell made her stomach turn. Jamie detested mutton with a passion, ever since she’d taken ill after eating a portion of tainted mutton when she was just a little girl. She hadn’t touched it since.
Wedges of cheese, some yellow, others orange with red streaks, fat tarts overflowing with dark purple berries, and crusty rounds of brown freckled bread were added to the fare. Jugs of ale and pitchers of water completed the supper.
Alec ignored all the commotion until the servants had left the hall. When a group of soldiers walked inside, he acknowledged each man with a curt nod, then went back to questioning Gavin.
He was beginning to get irritated with his second-in-command. While Gavin gave quick, efficient answers to all his questions, he certainly wasn’t giving his laird his full attention; he kept staring across the table at Jamie.
Alec’s voice turned hard in reaction to the unintentional insult. Jamie looked at her husband. “This news displeases you?” she asked when she caught his attention.
“Angus is missing.”
“Angus?”
“A soldier under my command,” Alec explained. “He’s equal in rank to Gavin, though his duties are of a different nature.”
“He is your friend as well?”
Alec tore a piece of bread in half and offered Jamie one portion before he answered her. “Yes, he has been a good friend as well.”
“Who is Elizabeth?” Jamie asked. “I heard you ask Marcus if he’d—”
“She’s Angus’s wife.”
“Oh, the poor woman,” Jamie responded, her voice filled with sympathy. “She must be terribly worried. Couldn’t Angus just be late in returning home?”
Alec shook his head. He couldn’t understand why Jamie was so concerned. She didn’t even know the man. Still, her sympathy pleased him. “He isn’t late,” he announced. “Tardiness would be an insult to me, wife. No, something has happened to him.”
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