that had sent her on this mad quest for the truth. Her heart hurt as she knew that she had sent her brother to his death. She had been the catalyst for the chain of events that caused him to die. If she had not asked him to find out more about Brodie and Caelan, to take their measure, there would have been no fight, no words, no altercation that ended with a dagger in his chest.
Somehow the horse found its own way back to the keep and she rode through the gates to the stable. And she had no idea when the two guards that rode at her side had appeared.
The only thing she could do now to honour her brother’s death was to fulfil the purpose of their visit—to seal the bargain and end the feud. And she would.
No one could give her absolution for her part in sending him to his death.
* * *
‘Get back!’ Rob whispered harshly. His friend grabbed the back of his leather jack and pulled him deeper into the cover of the thick trees there. ‘Are you daft?’
‘They did not see me,’ Brodie said, tugging free.
He could not believe the sight of Arabella, riding at a full gallop on that beast of a horse up the road on the mountainside. She rode right into the clearing and he almost, almost, walked out to see her. A few minutes passed in the grey silence before she travelled back down towards the road to the keep. This time her mount walked and she stared off into the distance as they went by the copse of trees that hid him and Rob from view. He might have grabbed her then but for the two armed guards who rode up to meet her. And he knew that others would follow too closely now.
‘Have you changed your mind then? You’ve given up your mad plan?’
‘Not at all,’ he said, pushing through the branches and walking away from the road. He made his way back to where three others waited for them. ‘We stay true to the plan and do not let ourselves be distracted by surprises.’
‘And the lady? Is she not simply a distraction in all this?’ Rob asked from behind.
They’d argued this point many times over the past two weeks as the wedding date approached. Brodie would not be swayed from his intention—kidnapping Arabella to prevent the marriage. He turned so quickly that Rob nearly ran him down.
‘Aye, she is
the
distraction. Caelan uses this wedding to disguise his true intentions. Everyone is so very busy looking at the beautiful bride that no one sees his true motives or actions.’
Rob ran his hands through his hair and shook his head, a familiar gesture his friend did without even noticing it. ‘You are certain?’
He’d learned much during his past four months of exile and every bit of it pointed to his cousin’s very comprehensive and long-planned plot not only to take over the chieftain’s chair but to destroy the Camerons. Caelan’s goal was not peace and compromise, but complete destruction of the other clan.
And though he loved power and control as much as most men, the other clan had much to offer both in terms of goods and trade and stability in the area. He saw no reason to destroy an entire clan when there was gain to be had in letting them live.
He smiled, grim and dark, at his friend. ‘Aye. Completely certain.’
‘And you must seize the lass? There is no other way?’
‘The wedding and the treaty must be stopped, Rob. We have discussed this and you know what he’s done. You, your sister, the others, would not be here, outcast and exiled, if you did not believe me. And believe we must take action.’ They reached the others then and Brodie waited for them to gather closer.
‘Go now and take your positions,’ he said. ‘The gates are open and many from the village will be entering now.’ He drew in the dirt at his feet and continued, ‘Hamish. Duncan. Ready the horses at the stables.’ Nodding to Jamie, he said, ‘Jamie, you trail us and warn us if need be.’
Brodie brushed the dirt from his hands and stood back.
‘The kitchens will be the busiest place. Most of those
Somehow the horse found its own way back to the keep and she rode through the gates to the stable. And she had no idea when the two guards that rode at her side had appeared.
The only thing she could do now to honour her brother’s death was to fulfil the purpose of their visit—to seal the bargain and end the feud. And she would.
No one could give her absolution for her part in sending him to his death.
* * *
‘Get back!’ Rob whispered harshly. His friend grabbed the back of his leather jack and pulled him deeper into the cover of the thick trees there. ‘Are you daft?’
‘They did not see me,’ Brodie said, tugging free.
He could not believe the sight of Arabella, riding at a full gallop on that beast of a horse up the road on the mountainside. She rode right into the clearing and he almost, almost, walked out to see her. A few minutes passed in the grey silence before she travelled back down towards the road to the keep. This time her mount walked and she stared off into the distance as they went by the copse of trees that hid him and Rob from view. He might have grabbed her then but for the two armed guards who rode up to meet her. And he knew that others would follow too closely now.
‘Have you changed your mind then? You’ve given up your mad plan?’
‘Not at all,’ he said, pushing through the branches and walking away from the road. He made his way back to where three others waited for them. ‘We stay true to the plan and do not let ourselves be distracted by surprises.’
‘And the lady? Is she not simply a distraction in all this?’ Rob asked from behind.
They’d argued this point many times over the past two weeks as the wedding date approached. Brodie would not be swayed from his intention—kidnapping Arabella to prevent the marriage. He turned so quickly that Rob nearly ran him down.
‘Aye, she is
the
distraction. Caelan uses this wedding to disguise his true intentions. Everyone is so very busy looking at the beautiful bride that no one sees his true motives or actions.’
Rob ran his hands through his hair and shook his head, a familiar gesture his friend did without even noticing it. ‘You are certain?’
He’d learned much during his past four months of exile and every bit of it pointed to his cousin’s very comprehensive and long-planned plot not only to take over the chieftain’s chair but to destroy the Camerons. Caelan’s goal was not peace and compromise, but complete destruction of the other clan.
And though he loved power and control as much as most men, the other clan had much to offer both in terms of goods and trade and stability in the area. He saw no reason to destroy an entire clan when there was gain to be had in letting them live.
He smiled, grim and dark, at his friend. ‘Aye. Completely certain.’
‘And you must seize the lass? There is no other way?’
‘The wedding and the treaty must be stopped, Rob. We have discussed this and you know what he’s done. You, your sister, the others, would not be here, outcast and exiled, if you did not believe me. And believe we must take action.’ They reached the others then and Brodie waited for them to gather closer.
‘Go now and take your positions,’ he said. ‘The gates are open and many from the village will be entering now.’ He drew in the dirt at his feet and continued, ‘Hamish. Duncan. Ready the horses at the stables.’ Nodding to Jamie, he said, ‘Jamie, you trail us and warn us if need be.’
Brodie brushed the dirt from his hands and stood back.
‘The kitchens will be the busiest place. Most of those
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