Though there was nothing discourteous in her voice, Arthur knew he had just been dismissed. Without another glance, Anna followed her mother through the crowd.
He watched her longer than he should have, telling himself he should be happy. This was what he'd wanted. It would be for the best.
But it wasn't happiness he felt at all. If he didn't know better, he'd think it was regret.
It was hours later when Anna knocked on the door of her father's solar.
He bid her enter, then upon seeing it was her, dismissed hisluchd-taigheguardsmen.
She waited for the clansmen to leave before coming forward. "You wished to see me, Father?"
John MacDougall, Lord of Lorn, was seated behind a large wooden table and motioned for her to sit in the chair opposite him. After the exhaustion of the feast, she did so willingly. It had to be near midnight.
Her father's serving man had caught her just before she retired for the evening. Though she could barely keep her eyes open, and every bone in her body ached, she didn't think about refusing. A summons by her father could not be ignored. So she'd donned a velvet fur-lined robe to cover her chemise and hurried to his solar, wondering why he wanted to see her so late. Maybe, like Alan, he wanted to praise her for her efforts tonight?
He gave her a long look. "I have something I should like you to do for me."
She tried not to feel disappointed. Her father had too many things on his mind, too many people to worry about, to concern himself with the feast. She knew he appreciated her; he didn't need to tell her. She should have realized it would be something important to call for her this late at night.
"Of course," she said without hesitation. "Do you wish me to visit your cousin the Bishop of Argyll again?"
He shook his head, a wry smile curving his mouth. "Nay, not this time." He paused, giving her a knowing look. "I noticed you speaking with one of the new knights earlier."
She bit her lip uncertainly. "I spoke to many of the men. Did I do something wrong? I thought you would wish me to help welcome the new arrivals."
He brushed off her worries. "You did nothing wrong. Before your mother sent you over to distract me with all those foolish questions ..." He gave her a forbidding frown, but she simply grinned, not bothering to deny it. They were foolish, but she couldn't think of anything other than food on the spur of the moment. "... I noticed you talking to one of the Campbells."
Her smile fell.Thatnew knight. "Sir Arthur," she provided, keeping her voice even.
But she felt a prickle of unease, suspecting what her father wanted her to do. She might not be able to wield a sword or join her brothers on the battlefield, but Anna did what she could to help put an end to the war in other ways. Including, on occasion, keeping an eye on knights or barons whom he didn't trust. It wasn't spying ... exactly.
"What do you think of him?"
The question didn't surprise her. Her father often asked her impression of visitors or new soldiers. Most leaders wouldn't deign to ask a woman's opinion, but her father was not most men. He believed in using whatever tools he had at his disposal. Women were more perceptive than men, he believed, so he took advantage of their skill.
She gave a little shrug. "I spoke with him only briefly. Not more than a few words. He seemed ..." Rude. Aloof. Cold. "Dedicated to his duty."
He nodded as if he agreed. "Aye, he's an able knight. Not as lauded as his brother, perhaps, but an accomplished warrior. Was there nothing else?"
She could feel her father's scrutiny and fought the flush that threatened to climb her cheeks. She'd noticed the knight was handsome and built like a rock, but she wasn't going to mention that. She thought back to the feast. "He seems to prefer to keep to himself."
His eyes sparked as if she'd said something to interest him. "What do you mean?"
"I noticed at the feast that he didn't seem to talk much, even to his brothers. I don't think he even has a squire. He barely drank, he wasn't interested in flirting with any of the lasses or dancing, and he left as soon as he could."
His mouth twisted to the side. "You seem to have noticed quite a bit about him."
This time she couldn't prevent the heat from flooding her face. "Perhaps," she admitted. "But it's no matter."
"Why's that?"
"I don't think he likes me very much."
Her father couldn't hide his amusement, which she thought a bit unfeeling in the circumstances.
"Actually, that's why I called you here."
"Because he doesn't like me?"
