Lilliana pondered the question. She had no idea what the answer could be. “Tell me what their symptoms are.”
Old Fergus sighed. “Well, they are fevered and have a rash on their skin.”
“That is why you thought it was the plague?”
“Aye.”
“What else?”
“Weariness despite rest. Weakness in their legs.”
“I see. I will go back and check my books and notes to see if I can find a more accurate diagnosis. Who else can help?”
“I can speak with Moira. She kens quite a bit; she is just a busy woman.”
“Good plan. What of appetite?”
“It is difficult to tell with the hunger they are suffering through. The redcoats have been siphoning off our stores and merchants. It is an ongoing issue.”
“Mmm. I think the first thing we need to see to is their nutrition. Is there any way we can ensure they are fed well?”
Old Fergus gave her a sidelong glance. “Well, if we can guarantee the redcoats willnae steal their food…”
“Yes, I see. Will they stop now?”
“They havenae been by since the marriage, or is it the wedding?”
Lilliana frowned. She knew what Old Fergus was implying, but did not want to indulge his insinuations. So, she opted not to say a word about it.
“The Laird would know. I will get more information from him, and perhaps Moira has an idea of how to replenish stores.”
“Aye, I will ask her, Me Lady.”
“Then can I count on you to join me in providing food and eventually treating the ill villagers when the time comes?”
“Aye, Me Lady, ye can count on me.”
“Please send word after you receive more information.”
“Aye, Me Lady,” Old Fergus said politely.
Lilliana left the cottage, Betsy in tow.
It was a long walk back to the castle, but Lilliana did not hurry.
“I will have to find a way to speak with the Laird,” she thought out loud.
“You can come up with an excuse to get him alone?” Betsy suggested.
Lilliana nearly forgot that her maid was there. She forced herself to laugh. “Hmm,” she murmured, looking around at the beautiful scenery.
She could not help but recall the walks she and her sisters used to take around Hyde Park.
Perhaps I can just ask him to walk with me?
“Or perhaps write him a letter?” Betsy added.
Lilliana simply nodded. The closer she got to the castle, the gloomier she felt. She dismissed Betsy as they entered through a side passageway.
