'What did you say?' she asked, a bit more sharply than she intended.
'I didn't mean to kill Christen. I didn't mean to.'
Liese burst into tears. 'Oh, Gillian, you didn't kill Christen. I've told you so over and over again. I heard what Baron Alford said to you. Don't you remember that, as soon as I carried you outside, I told you he was lying. Why won't you believe me? Baron Alford was just being cruel to you.'
'She's dead.'
'No, she isn't dead.'
Gillian looked up at Liese to see from her expression if she was telling the truth or not. She desperately wanted, and needed, to believe her.
'Christen's alive,' Liese insisted with a nod. 'You listen to me. No matter how terrible the truth might be, I will never, ever lie to you.'
'I remember the blood.'
'In your nightmares?'
Gillian nodded. 'I pushed Christen down the steps. Papa was holding my hand, but then he let go. Ector was there too.'
'You've got it all mixed up inside your head. Neither your father nor Ector was there.'
Gillian put her head down on Liese's shoulder. 'Ector's daft.'
'Aye, he is that,' she agreed.
'Were you in the tunnel with me?' she asked.
'No, but I know what happened. While Maude was sewing you back together, one of the soldiers who was in the tunnel with you told her. You and your sister were awakened and carried to your father's chamber.'
'William carried me.'
'Yes.'
'It was dark outside.'
Liese felt Gillian shiver and hugged her. 'Yes, it was the middle of the night, and Alford and his soldiers had already breached the inner walls.'
'I remember the wall opened in Papa's room.'
'The secret passage led to the steps down to the tunnel. There were four soldiers with your father, four men he trusted with your welfare. You know them, Gillian. Tom was there, and Spencer and Lawrence and William. Spencer's the one who told Maude what happened. They led the way down the secret corridor and carried torches to light the way.'
'I'm not supposed to tell about my secret door.'
Liese smiled. 'I know you have one in your bedroom too,' she said.
'How did you know? Did Christen tell you?'
'No, she didn't tell,' she replied. 'I would put you to bed in your room every night, but most mornings you were sleeping in Christen's room. I guessed there was a passageway because I know you don't like going into dark places, and the hallway outside your bedroom door was very dark. You had to have found another way.'
'Are you going to paddle me for telling?'
'Oh, heaven's no, Gillian. I'll never strike you.'
'Papa would never paddle me neither, but he always said he would. He was just fooling me, wasn't he?'
'Yes,' she answered.
'Did Papa hold my hand?'
'No, he didn't go with you into the passage. It wouldn't have been honorable for him to run away from the battle, and your father was an honorable man. He stayed with his soldiers.'
'I pushed Christen down the steps and there was blood on her. She didn't cry. I killed her.'
Liese sighed. 'I know you're too young to understand, but I still want you to try. Christen did fall down the steps and so did you. Spencer told Maude he thought William lost his footing and slid into Lawrence. The stone floor was slippery, but William insisted someone had pushed him from behind.'
'Maybe I pushed him,' she worried out loud.
'You're too little to make a grown man lose his balance. You don't have the strength.'
'But maybe…'
'You aren't responsible,' Liese insisted. 'It's a miracle none of you was killed. You needed stitches, however, and so Spencer and William took you to Maude. William stood guard outside the cottage until the battle came too close. Maude said he was desperate to get you to safety, but unfortunately, by the time she was done sewing you back together, Baron Alford's soldiers had surrounded the yard, and escape was no longer possible. You were captured and taken back to the castle.'
'Did Christen get captured?'
'No, she was taken away before the tunnel was discovered.'
'Where's Christen now?'
'I don't know,' Liese admitted. 'But perhaps your Uncle Morgan can tell you. He might know. Tomorrow you must go and ask him. He loves you like a daughter, Gillian, and I know he'll help you find your sister. I'm sure she misses you too.'
'Maybe she's lost.'
'No, she isn't lost.'
'But if she's lost, she'll be scared.'
'Child, she isn't lost. She's somewhere safe from Baron Alford's clutches. Do you believe me now? In your heart, do you believe your sister is alive?'
Gillian nodded. She began to twine Liese's hair around her finger. 'I believe you,' she whispered with a yawn. 'When will Papa come and take me home?'
Liese's eyes filled with tears again. 'Ah, love, your papa can't come for you. He's dead. Alford killed him.'
'He put a knife in Papa's belly.'
'Dear God, you saw it happen?'
'Papa didn't cry.'
'Oh, my poor angel…'
'Maybe Maude can sew Papa up, and then he can come and take me home.'
'No, he can't come for you. He's dead, and the dead can't come back to life.'
Gillian let go of Liese's hair and closed her eyes. 'Is Papa in heaven with Mama?'
'He surely is.'
'I want to go to heaven too.'
'It isn't your time to go. You have a long life to live first, Gillian, then you can go to heaven.'
She squeezed her eyes shut so she wouldn't cry. 'Papa got dead in the night.'
'Yes, he did.'
A long while passed in silence before Gillian spoke again. In a tiny whisper she said, 'Bad things happen during the night.'
Chapter One
The fate of the entire MacPherson clan rested in the hands of Laird Ramsey Sinclair. With the recent birth of Alan Doyle and the peaceful passing of Walter Flanders, there were exactly nine hundred and twenty-two MacPhersons, and the vast majority of those proud men and women desperately wanted and needed Ramsey's protection.
The MacPhersons were in a bad way. Their laird, a sad-eyed, mean-tempered old man named Lochlan, had died the year before, and by his own hand, God forgive him. His clansmen had been stunned and appalled by their laird's cowardly act and still could not talk openly about it. None of the younger men had successfully challenged for the right to lead the clan; though, in truth, most didn't want to fill Lochlan's shoes because they believed he had
