For now, he wouldn’t allow himself to consider how his laird would react to his request for men. He wouldn’t think on whether or not Abby had been hurt in the ambush. For now, he would simply concentrate on his plan and on staying on his mount.
It was the best he could think of. It was his only hope.
Thirty-six
Of course I’m sure this is where we left him. How many places do you think there are with dead bodies lying around opened up like a can of beans?” Abby held her arms tightly around her middle, trying her best to glare at the two men on the ground.
It wasn’t her fault Colin wasn’t lying in the middle of the road where she’d seen him last. In fact, she was thrilled he wasn’t there. Certainly no one had come along and moved him, or they’d have moved the hideous, disfigured body that lay at her horse’s feet.
No, his not being there meant only one thing.
“He’s alive. He must be.”
Though the dark pool of blood where he had lain did give her pause to worry.
“For a fact he lives, my lady. That’s no ever beenin question. We only need to find where he’s gotten off to.”
Simeon looked around, rubbing his hands together in a way that made Abby think of some cartoon detective.
“This way,” Dair called from farther back in the trees. “He came back through here.”
Simeon pulled on her reins, leading the horse she sat astride as well as his own. Each pounding tread of the horse’s foot sent another stabbing pain through her chest, but she panted through it, clamping her arms tightly around herself. She couldn’t allow them to stop their search for Colin because of her.
“Looks like he found a horse wandering here. He’s no longer afoot.” Dair squatted by small, swift-moving stream. The orange rays of the rising sun formed a glowing backdrop behind him as he scanned the area.
“Mounted. Where would he go, do you suppose? He’s bound to be half-crazed with worry over this one, aye?” Simeon jerked his head in her direction. “And we’ve no doubt he dinna come in our direction, for a fact.”
Oh, that was classic. More guilt. Just what she needed.
“Drew’s, do you think? MacQuarrie Keep is within a hard day’s ride. That would give him a place to recover and decide what to do next. It’s no like he’d have any way of knowing who had taken her, so he’d no have a direction to head.”
She had to tell them. The more they knew, the better their chances were of finding Colin. Though whether they’d believe her fantastic tale was anyone’s guess.
“He might have more of an idea than you think.” He had known who would be waiting for his king’s army, after all. “I probably can’t explain all of this well enough to make it make sense. I’m not even sure it makes sense to me, but you need to believe me when I tell you Colin knew where to look for you because he knew what would happen after Methven. He already knew the laird of the MacDougalls would be waiting in ambush for your army as you tried to make your escape.”
One side of Dair’s face quirked up in a grin and he shook his head. “You’ve no a need to explain that which canna be explained, lass. It’s clear the Fae have had a hand in this.”
“How do you know about—”
He stopped her, his hand held up like a crossing guard’s. “I’ve seen their work in this family often enough. Besides, there’s naught else to explain Col’s disappearing in a burst of color one day and his showing up a fortnight later, with a wife, no less. That smells of Fae if ever I smelled them.”
Beside her, Simeon climbed into his saddle. “That’s it, then. He’s no fool enough to attempt Dunstaffnage on his own. He’d want men at his side, especially if he calculates his odds. I say we’ll find him at MacQuarrie Keep, petitioning Drew for aid to march on the MacDougall.”
They thought he intended to gather an army and go to war? Over her? “No! You can’t let him do that.”
“Dinna fash yerself over it, my lady.” Simeon’s smile was as bright as the morning sun. “He’ll have no need for such once we deliver you safely to him.”
A hard day’s ride, Simeon had said. Abby tried for a deep breath to calm herself, but settled for a series of short, panting intakes when the pain was too much.
Apparently her discomfort wasn’t as easy to hide in the daylight as it had been in the dark.
“We’ll have to do something about her, aye? She canna travel like that.” Again Simeon jerked his head in her direction.
“Aye,” Dair answered, rising to his feet and lifting his arms to her as he approached. “Off of there with you, lassie.”
A bolt of panic speared through her. They were going to leave her behind? She tried to ignore the fear when Dair lifted her down from the saddle, concentrating instead on the pain.
“You’re right. It’s for the best,” she managed between gasps for air. “I’d only slow you down and you have to get to Colin to stop him from getting himself killed.”
