She sighed. “Nay, it wouldnae shock me, I fear. One just hopes for something better from one’s own kin.”
“Weel, we shall ride on within the trees and hope they come back this way and leave before we find a cottage or that small manor house that is out this way. If they dinnae show, then it will be another night on the ground.”
Mora could not completely hide a grimace. Her wound would not like that at all. She needed it looked at and then pampered for a short while. It needed to be cleaned, closed, and have healing cream put on. A night on what would be cold, damp ground could easily bring on a fever. As they wound their way through the trees, she prayed they would reach Sigimor’s soon. She needed to tend the wound properly or it would become very troublesome indeed, dangerously so.
She hung onto him as they continued to meander through the trees. Mora was beginning to get sleepy as the day drew near an end when Gybbon suddenly stopped and moved up nearer to the road. He tossed blankets over Jester’s tail and mane again and she struggled to wake herself up so she could hear whatever her cousins might speak of.
“Is it them again?” she asked softly.
Gybbon looked around at her, thinking she sounded very groggy, but the light was too dim under the trees now that the sun was setting to see what ailed her. “Aye, and Robert looks furious,” he answered just as softly. “Didnae ye hear your cat sound her alarm?”
She just shrugged. “I felt ye change direction and when I saw ye draw nearer to the road, I just assumed it was them.” She reached down to scratch her cat’s head. “Good lass,” she murmured.
Finally awake enough to see the road they watched more clearly, she saw the four men slowly approach. Robert led them, his three brothers still staying as far out of his reach as possible yet close enough to hear any orders he might direct at them. Gybbon was right. Robert looked furious. Since he was still alive, she had to assume he had not openly displayed his temper to the Camerons.
“So what do we do now, Robert?” asked Duncan.
“About what? Those fool Camerons?”
“The fact that Mora wasnae there, nor was Andrew.”
“We go and hunt for Andrew. He cannae be any harder to find than she is.”
“Robert,” said Murdoch, and he swallowed visibly, “Andrew is just a boy. Only seven.”
“Aye, and with no male about to raise him.”
Mora could feel all the blood drain from her cheeks for she now knew what he had planned. If she was right, and both her heart and mind screamed that she was, the man just might win if she could not get Andrew to someplace safe where Robert could not find him. Andrew would never survive if Robert got the care of him.
“I dinnae ken what ye mean.”
“He is a boy child and heir to a fine house and a goodly amount of land. He should have an older, higher ranked male guardian.”
“Ye want to take care of the boy?”
“God, nay. I just want to get my hands on him and that will help me do so. Who is that fool woman Aunt Rona liked so much? She lives in the town.”
“Maggie,” Lachlan said quietly. “She lives in a cottage just down the street from the butcher’s. What do ye think she can do for ye?”
“Give me the boy.”
“Ye think she has him? If ye thought that, why have we been riding all over the countryside?” Duncan demanded.
“If Mora doesnae have him, he is with Maggie. Thus far we have nay proof that he is with his sister, do we? The Camerons arenae going to let us look for Mora on their land; the laird made that verra clear as did the ones at the keep, so we will take the time to go have a look for the boy and start to get the papers needed to take him into our care. We are his closest male relatives. It shouldnae be hard to get whomever has a say in such things to hand him over to us.”
Mora felt as horrified as Duncan, Lachlan, and Murdoch looked, although they did their best to quickly wipe those expressions from their faces. She knew Robert meant to kill her brother, neatly ridding himself of the last heir to what he coveted, but she also knew he would make life a living hell for the boy before he found a way to kill him without being blamed for it. As soon as possible, she had to find Andrew and get him tucked away safely before Robert got his murderous hands on him.
Then she thought of Aunt Maggie. That woman’s life was now also in danger. Robert would not tolerate any defiance from a woman and Maggie would give him plenty as she protected her dearest friend’s child. Somehow Mora had to find a way to get to Maggie and help her.
Her cousins rode out of range and she could hear no more. Gybbon began to ride back into the trees, stripping off the blankets that hid his mount’s startling color. He knew she needed to get someplace where her wound could be seen to before she could even attempt to think of a way to help Aunt Maggie.
Once away from where her cousins had slowed their pace to talk, she said, “I have to get my brother before he does.”
“Aye, ye do, but we can decide how that will be done when we stop winding our way through the woods.” Gybbon glanced back at her. “Do ye think they mean to ride fast to town and catch her or that she is fool enough to stay where they ken she should be?”
Aunt Maggie was neither brave nor terribly clever, but she was not completely witless. She knew who had killed her friend and her husband. She would expect them to come looking for the boy. Mora was just not sure where she would, or could, go. Maggie had never spoken much of her family, save for one elder sister, or her life before the old laird had taken her for his leman. She did have one friend near her, Morag Sinclair, who would take her in and hide her, but that would then put two older women in danger.
“Nay, she isnae. Oh, she can be verra silly at times and she isnae the bravest woman, but she will ken that they will come looking for the boy. Of that I feel certain. She and my mother were as close as any sisters and adored each other. Aunt Maggie will do what she must to try and protect Andrew.”
