“It’s high time we took on your marauding uncles.” Alex had a burning desire to strangle Hugh with his bare hands for taking food out of the mouths of his own kinsmen. “Give me a few warriors, and I’ll set sail in the morning.”
“If it weren’t for this damned rebellion, I’d send ye now,” Connor said, shaking his head. “Unfortunately, we have other business that can’t wait.”
“What’s happened?” Duncan asked.
“The new regent has summoned me to court in Edinburgh,” Connor said.
When the Scottish king was killed at Flodden, he left a babe as his heir, and the court factions had been fighting for control ever since. The king’s widow, who was also the sister of the hated Henry VIII, was regent for a time. But when the queen remarried, the Council had called John Stewart, the Duke of Albany, from France to take her place.
“Albany wants to see the new chieftain of the MacDonalds of Sleat bend his knee and swear allegiance to the Crown,” Ian said.
“Ach, no, ye can’t go,” Duncan said. “Ye know how many times a Highland chieftain has obeyed a summons to court and ended up dead or imprisoned.”
“We can’t risk losing ye,” Ian said.
They were not just speaking out of affection for Connor. By tradition, their chieftain must be a man who had the chieftain’s family blood in his veins. Ian and Alex were related to Connor through their mothers so they couldn’t replace him—praise God. The only men still alive who could be chieftain besides Connor were his half uncles, and their clan would not survive under the leadership of one of them.
“Aye, but if I don’t go, Albany will believe I’ve joined the rebellion.” Connor heaved a deep sigh. “’Tis getting harder and harder to stay out of this fight between the rebel clans and the Crown, though I see no gain for our clan either way.”
“Send one of us in your place,” Ian said. “Whoever goes can concoct an excuse why ye can’t make the long journey to Edinburgh at this time and appease the regent with vague assurances of your goodwill.”
Ian was almost as conniving as Connor.
“The man who goes will risk being held hostage by the Crown,” Alex said, “but it’s a good plan.”
“The rebels are also pressing me to choose sides,” Connor said. “There is a gathering of the rebel clans at the Maclean stronghold. If I’m not there, we could face attack by the neighboring clans who support the rebellion. The MacLeods, for one, would be happy for an excuse to try to take more of our lands.”
“Again, send one of us,” Ian said. “We must straddle the two sides for as long as we can.”
“Which brings me back to our need for alliances,” Connor said, looking directly at Alex. “Marriage alliances.”
“No,” Alex said, meeting his cousin’s gaze. “Ye will not ask that of me.”
Connor rubbed his hand over his face. He looked even more tired than Ian, and considerably less happy.
“What I propose is that Alex wed a lass whose clan is on one side of the rebellion,” Connor said, “and Duncan wed a lass whose clan is on the other side.”
Duncan gave Connor a sideways glance that could freeze a loch.
“Thought ye were safe from his schemes, did ye, Duncan?” Alex said.
“No chieftain will want me for his daughter,” Duncan said to Connor. “I’m just your former nursemaid’s son.”
“You’re the captain of my guard and as close as a brother to me,” Connor said. “You’ll make a good catch for a chieftain with daughters to marry off.”
Duncan looked into his cup and didn’t argue, but he would be as obstinate as Alex in this.
“Ye will marry sooner or later, as all men do,” Connor said, as he refilled Alex’s and Duncan’s cups with more whiskey. “I’m merely suggesting ye do it sooner.”
“I won’t do it,” Alex said in a hard voice. “Not now. Not ever.”
“We need allies,” Connor repeated.
“Then I’ll look for a wife for you,” Alex said.
If anyone needed a woman to stir his blood, it was Connor. He hadn’t touched one since he’d become chieftain.
“I’m even willing to take the chieftains’ daughters to bed,” Alex said, “just so I can tell ye which one is dull enough for ye.”
“If I take a wife, it would be interpreted as choosing sides in the rebellion,” Connor said, “and I’m no ready to do that.”
Damn, but Connor was hard to ruffle these days.
“I see,” Alex said. “Ye are the prize to be dangled before them all until the last possible moment.”
Connor sighed. “All I’m asking is that ye meet the daughters of these chieftains and see if there is one to your liking.”
“We’ve made up a list of women for ye to consider,” Ian said, pulling out a sheet of parchment and spreading it on the table.
“What?”Alex said.
