mind you-as to which one has the right to kill you.'
Alford forced a smile. 'Yes, that is amusing.'
'They've also made threats against you, Edwin, and you as well, Hugh. The Buchanan laird has gotten it into his head that one of you struck Lady Gillian. He believes he now has the right to cut off the culprit's hands. Oh, he also mentioned cutting your feet off, Alford, or did I already mention that threat?'
Alford shook his head. 'You should kill them for threatening your friends,' Alford cried. 'Aren't we loyal to each other? You and I have been through many trying times, and I have always stood by your side against your enemies, including the pope. Kill them,' he demanded with a shout.
'No,' Gillian cried out.
John patted her arm. 'See how you have upset this dear lady? Come along, Gillian. This discussion can wait until we return, but I assure you, I have no plans to kill the lairds. Even I know that I would have every man in the Highlands at my doorstep, and I have enough disruption in my kingdom at the moment. I don't need more.'
The doors were thrown open and they stepped outside. Gillian was looking down at the steps as she lifted her skirts, and when she looked up again, she came to a dead stop and gasped.
There, standing in the center of the courtyard, were Iain and Ramsey and Brodick. They were all armed, with their swords in their scabbards.
Brodick's eyes seemed to blaze with anger, and he was staring at her. She couldn't take her gaze off him, and he looked as if he couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
John had given orders that they were to remain outside the walls, and he therefore didn't know what to make of the lairds' appearance. How, then, had they gotten inside? More curious than angry, he glanced at Gillian and asked, 'You willingly pledged yourself to that laird?'
'I did willingly marry him, my lord,' she answered. 'And I love him very much.'
'Then what they say is true. Love is surely blind.'
Not knowing if he was jesting and expected her to laugh, or serious and expected her agreement, she remained silent.
As she moved closer to Brodick, he shifted his position until his legs were braced apart and he took up twice the space. Iain and Ramsey immediately did the same.
Their message was clear. They weren't going to let Gillian get past them, and she knew that if she and the king tried to walk around them, they'd block them.
The rest of the king's soldiers stood in the background with their hands on the hilt of their swords, watching and waiting for John's command.
The lairds seemed impervious to the soldiers, and Gillian was frantic with worry for their safety.
'Stand down,' John ordered.
'My lord, may my husband accompany us on our walk?' Gillian asked softly. 'I have not seen him in a long while, and I would be happy for his company.'
'You would?' John asked, grinning once again. 'He doesn't look too happy to see you, Gillian. None of them do,' he added.
'In fact your laird wears the expression of a husband who would like to beat his wife.'
'Oh, no, he would never do such a thing,' she assured him. 'No matter how angry he becomes, he would not even think about hurting me. They are honorable men, all of them.'
John stopped directly in front of Brodick, tilted his head back so he could look into the giant's eyes, and said, 'You wife wishes you to accompany us on our stroll.'
Brodick didn't say a word, but he moved back so that John and Gillian could walk past. Her hand brushed his, a deliberate touch she couldn't resist.
She knew he was right behind her now, and she was tormented with conflicting emotions. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and tell him how sorry she was because she had put him in such danger, yet at the same time she wanted to shout at him because he had lied to her and placed revenge above his own safety.
Desperate to protect him, she prayed for God's help. The king let go of her arm, and they walked side by side across the barren courtyard. She saw Horace select three men, and her uneasiness intensified. She wished that John hadn't granted Alford's request.
Alford's soldiers fell into stride behind the king. Brodick stayed behind her, his back vulnerable to attack, and her panic became nearly uncontrollable.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw another group of Alford's men rushing up the steps into the castle. John drew her attention then when he asked, 'Where are you leading me?'
'We're going to the old stable, my lord. It's directly behind the new building Alford built after he seized control of Dunhanshire.'
'Why didn't his men simply tear down the old when they put up the new?'
'Superstition,' she answered.
'Explain what you mean, and while you're at it, tell me how you determined where the treasure was hidden.'
Gillian began with the night her father was killed and finished her story just as they reached the dilapidated barn.
At the king's command, one of the soldiers ran to fetch a torch. John questioned Gillian while they waited. 'You still haven't explained what you meant about superstition,' he reminded her.
'After Ector became crazed, the soldiers feared him, and my lady's maid told me that every time he would walk past, the soldiers would drop to their knees and make the sign of the cross to ward off his evil. She saw them do it countless times,' she added. 'The soldiers feared that Ector had the power to snatch their minds and make them as crazed as he was. Liese also told me the men believed that Ector was possessed by the Devil, himself, and for that reason they didn't dare touch him or touch anything that belonged to him. Ector roamed the land during the day and slept in the corner of the stable at night.'
'You paint my soldiers as superstitious fools, but if you're correct in your guess, their fear kept my Arianna's treasure safe for me all these many years.'
The soldier returned with the burning torch, and John motioned for him to go inside first. Gillian was suddenly so filled with trepidation she couldn't get her legs to move.
She felt Brodick's hand on her shoulder, and she swayed back against him. She stayed there for no more than a second or two, but that was all the comfort she needed, and then she straightened and followed the king inside.
She could see specks of dust spinning in the bolts of fading gray sunlight filtering in through the holes in the rafters. The light wouldn't have been sufficient without the aid of the torch. The air was as stale as death and smelled of mold and mildew, which grew stronger with each step she took.
The king stopped when he reached the center of the corridor and motioned for her to take the lead.
'It's in the corner,' she said as she hurried past him. She kept her attention on the floor now. It was cluttered with decaying flats of wood and nails.
When she passed the last stall, she slowly turned to look in the corner, and then she cried out. There it was, Ector's knapsack, still hanging from the hook on the wall.
'Shall we see if the treasure is inside?' John whispered.
He moved forward with Gillian at his side and lifted the filthy knapsack from the hook, and shoving the rubble out of his way with the side of his foot, he knelt down on the floor.
The soldier, Horace, called out to him, 'Is the treasure there, my lord?'
The king didn't answer. 'Do you see how my hands are trembling?' he whispered to Gillian as he gently turned the knapsack over and let the contents pour out onto the floor. An old rusty, iron hinge spilled out first, and then stones of various shapes rolled out. A clump of dirt splattered, and a cracked wooden cup splintered in half when it struck the ground. The king shouted. A dirty piece of wool wrapped into a ball dropped onto his knees. As he unfolded the cloth, a man's tunic took shape, and when the last fold was turned over, the jewels atop the magnificent box glinted up at them.
Tears flooded John's eyes, and he was filled with memories of his sweet Arianna. Lost for the moment in the past, his head bowed, he mourned anew the death of his true love.
'My lord, is the treasure there?' Horace shouted again.
