that or not.'
It took a few seconds for the statement to penetrate. The laird didn't let up on his attack when he asked, 'How can that be, Baron?'
'I'm going to become your brother-in-law.'
MacBain didn't try to hide his astonishment over the baron's outrageous and surely demented announcement. He took a step back and slowly lowered his sword.
'Have you gone completely daft, Nicholas?'
The baron laughed. He tossed his weapon aside. 'You look as though you just swallowed your sword, MacBain.'
After giving his observation, he lunged headfirst into the laird's chest. It felt as though he'd just rammed a stone wall. The ploy hurt like hell, but it proved effective. MacBain let out a low grunt. The two warriors went flying backward. MacBain let go of his sword. Nicholas ended up sprawled on top of the laird. He was too exhausted to move, and in too much pain to want to. MacBain shoved him aside, made it to his knees, and was about to reach for his sword again when he suddenly changed his inclination. He slowly turned to look at Nicholas.
'Marry an Englishwoman?'
He sounded horrified. He was out of breath, too. The last observation pleased Nicholas considerably; and just as soon as he was able to draw a deep breath again he would boast over the fact that he had worn the laird out.
MacBain stood up, then hauled Nicholas to his feet. He shoved him backward so he wouldn't think the action had been an act of kindness, then folded his arms across his chest and demanded an explanation.
'And who is it you believe I would marry?'
'My sister.'
'You're mad.'
Nicholas shook his head. 'If you don't marry her, King John will give her to Baron Williams. He's a mean son of a bitch,' he added in a gratingly cheerful voice. 'God help you then, MacBain. If Williams marries her, the men he'll send will make Marshall seem as good and just as the day is long.'
The laird didn't show any outward reaction to that bit of news. Nicholas rubbed the side of his head in an attempt to ease the sting before continuing on. 'You'll probably kill whoever he sends here,' he remarked.
'Damned right I will,' MacBain snapped.
'But Williams will only retaliate by sending more… and more… and more. Can you afford to risk constant war with England? How many more Maclaurins will die before it's settled? Look around you, MacBain. Marshall and his men damned near destroyed every building. The
Maclaurins turned to you for help and made you their laird. They're depending on you. If you marry Johanna, the land will legally become yours. King John will leave you alone.'
'Your king approves of this union?'
'He does.' Nicholas's voice was emphatic.
'Why?'
Nicholas shrugged. 'I'm not certain. He wants Johanna out of England, that much I know. He made that remark several times. He seemed eager for the marriage and agreed to give you the Maclaurin land the day you wed. I'll receive tide to her holding in England.'
'Why?' MacBain demanded again.
Nicholas sighed. 'I believe my sister understands why John wants her settled so far away-he calls this place the ends of the earth-but Johanna won't tell me what his reasons might be.'
'So you would also profit from this marriage.'
'I don't want the holding in England,' he said. 'It will only mean more taxes each year, and I already have enough to do rebuilding my own estates.'
'Then why did you ask for your sister's…'
Nicholas didn't let him finish. 'John understands greed,' he interrupted. 'If he thought I was only protecting my sister from Baron Williams, he might have declined my suggestion to marry her to you. He did insist upon a large fine, of course, but I've already paid it.'
'You're contradicting yourself, Baron. If John wanted Johanna away from England, why would he consider marrying her to Baron Williams?'
'Because Williams is extremely loyal to John. Williams is his lapdog. He would keep my sister under control.' Nicholas shook his head then. In a low whisper he said, 'My sister was privy to some damning information, and John doesn't want his past sins coming back to haunt him. Oh, she could never give testimony in court against any man, not even her king, for she is a woman and, therefore, would not be listened to by any official. Still, there are barons ready to rebel against the king. Johanna could possibly ignite their fervor if she told whatever it is she knows. It's a puzzle, MacBain, but the more I reflect upon it, the more convinced I become that my king is actually afraid of what Johanna knows.'
'If what you guess is true, I'm surprised he hasn't had her killed. Your king is capable of such a foul deed.'
Nicholas knew he would never gain MacBain's cooperation unless he was completely honest with him. He nodded once again. 'He is capable of murder. I was with Johanna when she received the summons to go to London. I saw her reaction. I believe she thought she was going to her execution.'
'Yet she's still alive.'
'The king keeps her under close guard. She has private quarters and isn't allowed guests. She's living each day in fear. I want her away from England. Marrying you is my answer.'
The laird was pleased by the baron's veracity. He motioned for him to walk with him and started toward the ruins he now called home. Nicholas fell into step beside him.
MacBain's voice was low when he remarked, 'So it was you who came up with this clever plan.'
'Yes,' Nicholas replied. 'And just in the breath of time. John was set to marry her to Williams six months ago, but she was able to resist.'
'How?'
Nicholas grinned. 'She demanded an annulment first.'
MacBain's surprise was evident. 'Why would she ask for an annulment? Her husband's dead.'
'It was a clever stalling tactic,' Nicholas explained. 'There was a witness to her husband's death, but the body wasn't recovered. My sister told the king she wouldn't marry anyone as long as there was a shred of hope Raulf was still alive. He didn't die in England, you see. He was in a city built on the water, acting as John's envoy when the accident took place. The king wasn't going to be denied, of course, but because he's having so much difficulty with the church these days, he decided to go through proper channels. Johanna just received the papers. The annulment has been granted.'
'Who was this witness to her husband's death?'
'Why do you ask?'
'Just curious,' MacBain answered. 'Do you know?'
'Yes,' Nicholas answered. 'Williams was the witness.'
Gabriel stored that bit of information away in the back of his mind. 'Why do you prefer me to the English baron?'
'Williams is a monster, and I cannot abide the thought of my sister being under his control. You were the lesser of two evils. I know you'll treat her well… if she'll have you.'
'What nonsense is this? It isn't her decision to make.'
'I'm afraid it is,' Nicholas said. 'Johanna must meet you first and then decide. It was the best I could do. In truth, she wouldn't marry anyone if she could continue to come up with the coins the king demands to stay unmarried. That is what she believes anyway. I know better. The king will marry her off one way or another.'
'Your king is a greedy man,' MacBain said. 'Or is this special punishment designed to gain your sister's cooperation?'
'The tax?' Nicholas asked.
MacBain nodded. 'No,' Nicholas said. 'John can force widows of his tenants in chief to remarry. If they're determined to remain free or to choose their own husbands, well, then they have to pay him a sizable fine each year.'
