Drew_A Historical Scottish Romance Novel_Highlanders Warriors Clan McClair

by Barbara Bard

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  “Will he be at the wedding? I would be honored to meet him.”

  * * *

  “I'm sure Father and Mother will make an appearance. Harold wants to make it a wedding nobody will forget.”

  * * *

  “That sounds rather daunting. I am used to a quiet life. I attended a few balls with Father, but we mostly kept to ourselves. We enjoyed a peaceful life. I often enjoyed sitting at my window, looking at the wide green hills, wondering about the world outside.”

  * * *

  “You may not find the time to do that here. Harold does enjoy his parties, and as his wife you will be expected to be at his side at all times. Harold inherited my father's ambition. The two of them want to become powerful men in the realm. All his life Father has worked to rise closer to the king, hoping one day that a member of our dynasty shall take their place in the royal family, and perhaps even sit on the throne themselves.”

  * * *

  “A lofty ambition. I cannot say I ever thought of anything like that. I fear my world has been so small.”

  * * *

  “It has gotten bigger now, and it will be wonderful! The times ahead are going to be glorious, and I am so glad that we will be sisters-in-law. We shall have so much fun until the wedding.”

  * * *

  “We shall,” Sarah said. Talking with Catherine made her feel quite at ease, even though it was painful to lie to her the entire time. Sarah had wanted to close herself off from most of the people in the palace just so she would have to lie to as few people as possible. It was going to be difficult enough to bear the shame of having deceived Lord Flynn, but now she would have to betray Catherine's confidence as well.

  * * *

  “I wonder if it would be possible for me to write a letter to my father, just to let him know that I arrived safely. He does fret so, and I would like to put his mind at ease.”

  * * *

  “Of course! I shall have some writing implements sent up to your chambers. Later on we should take a walk around the gardens. I will have to show you all around the palace. We shall dine together and play games. It will be like having the sister we never had!” Catherine said, almost trembling with excitement as she dreamed about the future.

  * * *

  Sarah could only smile demurely, wishing that she could be as excited as well. Often she had dreamed of living like this, of having Rosemary's life, but the strain was almost too much to bear, and she had only been at the palace for the better part of a day.

  * * *

  “I should let you rest. It has been a long day, and you must be tired. I am glad we had this conversation though, and I look forward to spending much more time with you,” Catherine said as she rose from her chair and approached Sarah. Sarah rose too, and found herself being embraced tightly. Catherine kissed her on the cheek and clasped her hands together, smiling warmly. Then, she looked down, a little taken aback by the rough skin on Sarah's hands.

  * * *

  “I say, I have only ever seen hands like these on handmaidens and servants,” Catherine exclaimed. Sarah's heart lurched in her chest, fearing she had been found out. Sarah pulled her hands away quickly, hiding them behind her back.

  * * *

  “It is nothing to be ashamed of,” Catherine said, a look of horror on her face, “and I did not mean to offend.”

  * * *

  “It was a difficult life without Mother. We had some servants, but many of them left after Mother died and Father simply did not have the will to replace them. I ended up doing some of the work, trying to keep the house in a good condition.”

  * * *

  “How awful. At least you do not have to worry about that any longer. While living here you do not have to worry about a thing, I promise you that. Your life will be relaxing and your troubles are over.”

  * * *

  With that, Catherine gave her another kiss, and exited the room. When the door closed behind her, Sarah breathed a sigh of relief and sank to the floor. Lying so much was draining, and she did not know how she was going to cope with this.

  * * *

  She almost had to laugh at the irony of Catherine's statement. Her troubles were only just beginning. Once Lord Flynn found out that she was not who she said she was, Sarah would be in tremendous trouble. Somewhere out there Rosemary was alive, perhaps she had found freedom and happiness. Before she left, Rosemary had expressed doubts about marrying a man she had never met. Sarah had thought her foolish for thinking such a thing, but although Sarah dreamed of marrying a noble she did not want it to happen like this. Not when she had to take on the guise of another person.

  * * *

  Moving to the bed, Sarah peeled off her dress and climbed under the covers. Before she did so she ran her calloused fingers over her stomach, feeling the rough skin. It was a sign of the hard work she had performed over the years, and a sign that she didn't truly belong. How long would it be until Harold, Catherine, and everyone else discovered she was a fraud?

  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, and he wrapped himself 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 space of time. The castle was sturdy, its foundation had been built many years ago, and it had withstood numerous assaults. 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,” Fianna said. Drew 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 they 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. Aife and Fianna had waited longer than usual to have children, so Drew had no memories of his parents as young people. Often it was easy to forget that the two of them had lives before Blair and Drew were born, but their lives had indeed been long, filled with adventure and romance, until they finally settled down after the war and started a family.

  * * *

  “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 McClairs, 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?”

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