Lord, he was stubborn. Madelyne wrung her hands together, growing more alarmed by the second, sick with worry that the soldiers climbing the hills would be upon them any moment now.
The frustration of waiting for him to acknowledge her suddenly became too much to bear. Anger took control. Utilizing every ounce of strength she possessed, she kicked him quite thoroughly. Her aim was the back of his right knee, her mark most accurate.
Madelyne realized the foolishness of her rash action when excruciating pain shot up her leg. Her toes were surely broken from the impact, and the only consolation for her self-inflicted pain was the fact that she did get his attention. Rather swiftly too. Duncan turned to her with the speed of a wolf ready to pounce.
He looked more astonished than furious. His hands were on his hips, fisted, she couldn't help but notice. Madelyne, grimacing from the pain in her toes, now found it just as painful to look directly up at his face. She turned to stare at Gilard instead, and that did ease her discomfort, for the younger brother had the most ridiculous expression on his face.
'I would like a word with you in private,' Madelyne stated when she was finally able to look at Duncan again.
Duncan was curious over the worry he'd heard in her voice. He nodded, took hold of her arm, and dragged her over to the other side of the camp.
Madelyne tripped twice.
He sighed once, long and drawn out it was, and she knew it was all for her benefit
Madelyne didn't care if he tried to make her feel as unimportant as a splinter under his skin. He certainly wouldn't think her interruption was a nuisance when she explained. Why, he might even be appreciative, though in her heart she doubted he was capable of that reaction.
More important, killing would be averted. That thought gave her courage to look him right in the eye. 'There are men coming from the valley,' she said.
She expected an immediate reaction to her statement. Yet Duncan just stared at her. He didn't show her any reaction at all.
She was forced to repeat her words. 'Soldiers are coming up the hills. I could see the sun reflected from their shields. Think you should do something about it?'
Was it going to be an eternity before action was taken? Madelyne considered that possibility while she waited for Duncan to say something.
He was staring at her in the most disturbing way, his hard, angular face clearly showing his puzzlement. She thought she saw cynicism there as well, in those chilling gray eyes. Madelyne decided then that he was trying to decide if she was telling him the truth.
'I have never spoken a falsehood in my life, Baron. If you'll follow me, I'll show you that I speak the truth.'
Duncan watched the lovely woman standing so proudly before him. Wide blue eyes looked up at him with such trust. Tendrils of auburn-colored hair floated across her cheeks. There was a smudge of dirt on the side of her nose, drawing his attention.
'Why do you give me this warning?' Duncan asked.
'Why? So that we could get away from here,' Madelyne answered. She frowned over his bizarre question. 'I don't want any more killings.'
Duncan nodded, content with her answer. He motioned to Gilard. His younger brother had been standing off to the side, trying to hear what was being said.
'Lady Madelyne has only just realized we're being followed,' Duncan remarked.
Gilard showed his surprise. He hadn't realized they were being followed. He turned to look at Madelyne. 'We're being followed? How long have you known, Duncan?'
'Since midday,' Duncan answered with a shrug.
'They be outcasts?' Gilard inquired. His voice was mild now in an attempt to imitate his brother's nonchalant attitude. Inside, Gilard was irritated over Duncan 's silence throughout the afternoon. Yet he was puzzled, too, wondering why Madelyne had given them warning.
'They aren't outcasts, Gilard.'
A long, silent moment stretched between the two brothers before a look of comprehension came over Gilard's face. 'Does the rat chase after the wolf?' he asked.
'God willing, he'll be leading his men this time,' Duncan answered.
Gilard smiled. Duncan nodded. 'I'd thought to meet them nearer to home, at Creek Crossing, but the hills below us give much the same advantage. Tell the men to prepare.'
Gilard turned and hurried across the clearing, shouting the order to mount.
Madelyne was too appalled to speak. Her plan to give warning so that a battle could be averted evaporated when Gilard's laughter reached her. She hadn't understood what the brothers' exchanges meant though. They spoke in riddles, talking about rats and wolves, making no sense at all.
'Then I was correct,' Madelyne blurted out. 'You're really no different than Louddon, are you?'
Duncan ignored her angry outburst. 'Mount my horse, Madelyne. We'll meet your brother together.'
Madelyne was too infuriated to argue. She told herself she should have realized Duncan wouldn't turn his back on a fight. Hadn't she learned that lesson when she'd tried to persuade him into leaving Louddon's land?
Before she realized what she'd done, she found herself settled on Silenus's back. Her anger had made her forget all about her fear. She couldn't even remember from which side she'd mounted the horse.
Duncan walked over, grabbed hold of the reins, and began to lead the animal across the clearing.
Madelyne held on to the saddle for dear life, her shoulders bent to the task. The stirrups were too long for her feet to catch, and her backside was being slapped with each step the animal took. She knew she looked pitifully untrained and was thankful Duncan wasn't watching her. 'By what name do you call this horse?' Madelyne asked.
'Horse,' Duncan called over his shoulder. 'The animal is a horse and that is what I call him.'
'Just as I suspected. You're so cold and heartless, you couldn't even take the time to name your loyal steed. I have given him a name. Silenus. What think you of that?' she asked.
Duncan refused to answer. He should have been irritated that Madelyne had the gall to name his stallion, but his thoughts had already turned to the battle ahead of them. He wouldn't allow himself to be bothered by such insignificant talk.
Madelyne smiled to herself, feeling pleased with the way she'd just goaded him. Then Ansel appeared at her side with another horse, a flecked gray mount that looked much more docile than Silenus. Duncan turned, threw the reins to Madelyne, and mounted the back of the gray.
The smile froze on Madelyne's face. She caught the reins, overwhelmed when it dawned on her that he expected her to direct the animal. The stallion must have caught her worry, for he immediately began to dance to the side. His heavy hooves stomped the ground with enough force to unseat Madelyne. She was sorry now she had done such a good job of pretending to be skilled.
Gilard appeared on Madelyne's other side, riding a brown steed. He forced his mount close to the stallion, effectively blocking the animal's skittish sidestep.
'They still be some distance away,' Gilard remarked to his brother over the top of Madelyne's head. 'Do we wait for them, brother?'
'No,' Duncan answered. 'We'll meet them halfway.'
The soldiers were lining up behind the threesome, making a terrible commotion. Madelyne thought Duncan waited until the sound diminished before giving the signal.
'I'll stay here until you return,' Madelyne told Duncan. Her voice sounded desperate. Duncan glanced over at her, shook his head, and then turned back to look down into the valley.
'I'm going to stay here,' Madelyne announced.
'You are not.' He didn't even bother to look at her when he made the harsh denial.
'You could tie me to a tree,' Madelyne suggested.
'Ah, Lady Madelyne, you wouldn't want to deny Louddon the sight of your lovely face, now, would you?' Gilard asked the question with a smile on his face. 'I promise it will be the last he sees before he dies,' the brother added.
'You'll both enjoy this battle, won't you?' Madelyne asked. She was so appalled, her voice shook.
