Highlander's Rescue A Cree & Dawn Short Story (Cree & Dawn Short Stories Book 4) by Donna Fletcher Page B
Authors: Donna Fletcher
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tears or the men downstairs will wonder why you cry and keep us here,” Cathan threatened.
Dawn released Netty and she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes.
“We go now,” Cathan said and Netty’s eyes brightened with hope.
Dawn glared at Cathan as she gestured.
Once again Wintra spoke for her. “Follow the plan or suffer for it.”
Cathan stepped close to Dawn and whispered, “Let nothing happen to Margaret or you will suffer for it.” She grabbed Netty’s hand and hurried out the door with her, the old woman happily keeping pace with her.
“What goes on?” Wintra asked.
Dawn frowned and shrugged, then shook her head.
“You do not know and it does not matter?”
Dawn smiled as she nodded and gestured again.
“Torr will be here soon,” Wintra said with joy. “I cannot wait to see him.” She grabbed her stomach again and after the pain passed, she asked, “Will there be time for us to leave here before the baby comes? I would much prefer not to birth my baby here.”
Dawn shrugged, letting her know she was not sure.
“At least Torr, you, and Cree will be here, if I have no choice.”
Dawn nodded, held a finger up and hurried out of the room to return with a fresh bucket of water and handed a ladle full to Wintra.
She drank slowly and sighed afterwards. “I am so relieved my husband will be here soon. I have been so worried about the baby.”
Dawn reassured her, though worried herself. It took stamina to birth a baby and Wintra had used much of her strength to try and free herself. Having not eaten for a day or so did not help either. Dawn prayed for an easy delivery, not knowing if Wintra would have enough strength left to deliver the bairn.
~~~
Torr paced the forest floor, running his hand roughly through his hair and mumbling to himself. He stopped suddenly and looked to Cree. “I will wait no longer. I am going in to get my wife.”
“Aye, we will as soon as Cathan and the old woman reach us,” Cree said, pointing past the trees to the keep and wondering why his wife was not with them.
Torr stepped forward eagerly. “They did it. Wintra is no longer alone and now we know what we will face once inside.”
It seemed forever to Cree, and he was sure to Torr as well, before the two women reached them.
“I leave now and bring no more trouble to my door, for I will speak the truth to whoever asks,” Netty snapped as she and Cathan entered the forest and when the old woman laid eyes on Cree and Torr, she rushed away.
“What is that about?” Cree demanded.
“There is no time. Dawn is with Wintra on the second floor and she has been kept tied to a bed, her wrists are rubbed raw and her face is bruised.”
Torr went to charge past Cree, but Cree held him firm. “How many are in there?”
“Eight warriors and a handful of peasants who would bless you for freeing them, for they are being kept against their will,” Cathan said.
“We leave now, so few will present little difficulty to us,” Torr said and Cree agreed with a nod.
Before they could step forward, one of Cree’s warriors came charging at them on his horse.
Words rushed out of him as he reined his horse to a stop. “A large contingent of warriors head this way and will be here soon enough. Whether friend or foe, I do not know, but I know there are too many for us to defeat them if necessary.”
Cathan grabbed Torr’s arm. “We must get in the keep. We cannot let them get her.”
“Who? Who wants to take my wife and why?”
“They do not want to take her. They want her dead and they will see that every one of you die with her,” Cathan said and Ardit rushed to her side.
Cree scowled. “You will explain, woman, once this is done.” He looked to his warrior. “You know what to do.”
The warrior nodded and took off.
Cree, Torr, and the remaining warriors approached the keep on foot, their horses trained to wait nearby until summoned. Once at the door, Cathan pounded on it. This time a servant answered and
Dawn released Netty and she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes.
“We go now,” Cathan said and Netty’s eyes brightened with hope.
Dawn glared at Cathan as she gestured.
Once again Wintra spoke for her. “Follow the plan or suffer for it.”
Cathan stepped close to Dawn and whispered, “Let nothing happen to Margaret or you will suffer for it.” She grabbed Netty’s hand and hurried out the door with her, the old woman happily keeping pace with her.
“What goes on?” Wintra asked.
Dawn frowned and shrugged, then shook her head.
“You do not know and it does not matter?”
Dawn smiled as she nodded and gestured again.
“Torr will be here soon,” Wintra said with joy. “I cannot wait to see him.” She grabbed her stomach again and after the pain passed, she asked, “Will there be time for us to leave here before the baby comes? I would much prefer not to birth my baby here.”
Dawn shrugged, letting her know she was not sure.
“At least Torr, you, and Cree will be here, if I have no choice.”
Dawn nodded, held a finger up and hurried out of the room to return with a fresh bucket of water and handed a ladle full to Wintra.
She drank slowly and sighed afterwards. “I am so relieved my husband will be here soon. I have been so worried about the baby.”
Dawn reassured her, though worried herself. It took stamina to birth a baby and Wintra had used much of her strength to try and free herself. Having not eaten for a day or so did not help either. Dawn prayed for an easy delivery, not knowing if Wintra would have enough strength left to deliver the bairn.
~~~
Torr paced the forest floor, running his hand roughly through his hair and mumbling to himself. He stopped suddenly and looked to Cree. “I will wait no longer. I am going in to get my wife.”
“Aye, we will as soon as Cathan and the old woman reach us,” Cree said, pointing past the trees to the keep and wondering why his wife was not with them.
Torr stepped forward eagerly. “They did it. Wintra is no longer alone and now we know what we will face once inside.”
It seemed forever to Cree, and he was sure to Torr as well, before the two women reached them.
“I leave now and bring no more trouble to my door, for I will speak the truth to whoever asks,” Netty snapped as she and Cathan entered the forest and when the old woman laid eyes on Cree and Torr, she rushed away.
“What is that about?” Cree demanded.
“There is no time. Dawn is with Wintra on the second floor and she has been kept tied to a bed, her wrists are rubbed raw and her face is bruised.”
Torr went to charge past Cree, but Cree held him firm. “How many are in there?”
“Eight warriors and a handful of peasants who would bless you for freeing them, for they are being kept against their will,” Cathan said.
“We leave now, so few will present little difficulty to us,” Torr said and Cree agreed with a nod.
Before they could step forward, one of Cree’s warriors came charging at them on his horse.
Words rushed out of him as he reined his horse to a stop. “A large contingent of warriors head this way and will be here soon enough. Whether friend or foe, I do not know, but I know there are too many for us to defeat them if necessary.”
Cathan grabbed Torr’s arm. “We must get in the keep. We cannot let them get her.”
“Who? Who wants to take my wife and why?”
“They do not want to take her. They want her dead and they will see that every one of you die with her,” Cathan said and Ardit rushed to her side.
Cree scowled. “You will explain, woman, once this is done.” He looked to his warrior. “You know what to do.”
The warrior nodded and took off.
Cree, Torr, and the remaining warriors approached the keep on foot, their horses trained to wait nearby until summoned. Once at the door, Cathan pounded on it. This time a servant answered and
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