Gordon ignored him. “Helen,” he breathed. “Promise me you’ll watch over her.”
“Damn it, Templar,” Magnus growled, his eyes stinging.
“Promise me.”
Magnus couldn’t find the words, but he nodded.
Their eyes held. “You can’t leave them to find me,” Gordon said. “I’m not sure how long this will take. I won’t take the chance that anyone can identify me. You know what’s at stake. The Guard. My family. They will be at risk.”
Helen would be at risk. Gordon didn’t need to say it. There was little the English wouldn’t do to discover the names of the Highland Guard. It was why they were so careful. Why they used war names to cover their identities. MacRuairi had been uncovered, and he had such a bounty on his head that all of England and half of Scotland were hunting for him.
Magnus didn’t have a choice. He did what he had to do.
Four
Helen did not let the difficulty of what she had to do dampen her spirits for long. She was confident she was doing the right thing in ending her marriage before it had begun to William, and that it would all work out for the best in the end. It was getting to the end, however, that would be hard.
But she wouldn’t let her brothers change her mind—not this time. Which meant she had to do her best to avoid them until William returned.
It wasn’t easy. The day after the men left, an unusually heavy winter storm descended over Lorn, burying the castle and surrounding countryside in nearly a foot of snow and delaying the departure of most of the wedding guests. The icy blast of winter also left the men—including her brothers—unable to train and confined to the Great Hall.
Thus, Helen spent most of her time with the women and children in the small second-floor solar occupied by Lady Anna and her husband, Arthur Campbell, who’d been appointed keeper of the castle.
After four days of nothing to do but sew (which Helen dreaded even in the best of circumstances) and listen to Christina MacLeod do her best to instill excitement in Pliny (the library at Dunstaffnage was limited to a few scholarly works), while trying to keep the six-month-old Beatrix MacLeod away from the brazier (she’d just learned to crawl) and quiet the four-month-old Duncan MacSorley (who seemed to cry at the barest provocation), they were all going a little crazed.
Ellie most of all. The new mother looked close to tears as she bounced the screeching infant in her arms. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him,” she groaned, clearly overwhelmed. “He won’t stop. His father does nothing but grin like the devil, but all he does is cry.”
“My daughter did the same thing,” Bella said. “I think she screamed for two months straight when she was his age.”
Helen didn’t miss the note of sadness in her voice. Bella’s daughter was in England, living in exile with her father’s family. She didn’t know the exact circumstances, but it was clear Bella missed her terribly.
“The yarrow and mint seems to help a bit,” Ellie said with a look of gratitude to Helen. “But how I wish Erik were here! He seems to be the only one who can make Duncan quiet.”
“He’ll be back soon,” Bella said firmly.
The women had been trying to hide it from her, but Helen could sense their worry. She felt it, too. For Magnus—and for William, of course. It was the curse of women, being forced to stay behind to wait and worry as the men went off into battle. The reality of her fate unsettled her.
“Why don’t you give him to me for a while,” Christina offered, holding out her hands for the baby. “The snow seems to have stopped for a—”
Bella jumping to her feet and racing out of the room, her face a sickly gray, interrupted her.
Helen stood. “Perhaps I should see if she needs anything. That’s the second time this week she’s not felt well after breaking her fast.”
Christina, Ellie, and Anna exchanged smiles. “She’s fine,” Christina said. “I suspect she’ll be feeling much better in a few months.”
“A few months?” Helen asked.
Ellie shook her head, gazing lovingly at her son, who’d miraculously fallen asleep in Christina’s arms. “I felt ill the entire time. Perhaps I should have guessed he’d be trouble. But he’s a cute little devil. You are fortunate, Anna, that you have escaped the malady.”
Anna unconsciously rubbed her stomach. “On the contrary, all I seem to want to do is eat. I dream about my next meals.”
Finally, Helen understood. “She’s expecting a child?”
Christina nodded.
Helen flushed, realizing Bella must have anticipated her impending marriage to Lachlan MacRuairi by at least a few weeks.
“Go,” Christina said to Ellie. “Get a bit of fresh air. I’ll watch him for a while.”
