Ransom

mildew in the bedcovers, and wondered how long the room had been closed. Had she been the last to sleep in this bed? It was unlikely. Alford liked to entertain, and he had surely had a multitude of guests at Dunhanshire since she had been banished.

Alec climbed back in bed with her and took hold of her hand. 'The sun's going down. You slept an awful long time, and I couldn't get you to wake up. I got scared,' he admitted. 'And you know what?'

'No, what?'

'It is too gonna get worse 'cause I heard what the baron said. The Highlander's coming here.'

'Yes, I heard what he said.' She put her hand to her forehead and closed her eyes. She said a quick prayer that God would help her get her strength back-and soon-for time was critical.

'The Highlander will be here tomorrow or the day after.' Alec became agitated. 'If he sees me, he's gonna know I'm not Michael. Then maybe he'll tell on me.'

While she once again struggled to sit up, she addressed his worry. 'I'm sure he already knows you're not Michael. That's probably the urgent news he wishes to tell the baron.'

He frowned intently, until the freckles on his nose blended together. 'Maybe he wants to tell him something else.'

'I don't think so.'

'I don't want you to leave me.'

'I'm not going to leave you,' she promised.

'But the baron's gonna send you away.'

'Yes,' she agreed. 'But I'm going to take you with me.' He didn't look as if he believed her. She patted his hand and forced a smile. 'It doesn't matter to us if the Highlander comes here or not, though in truth I would like to get a good look at him.'

''Cause he's a traitor?'

'Yes.'

'And then you can tell my papa and Brodick and even Ramsey what the traitor looks like?'

Alec was looking happy now, and so she quickly agreed. 'Yes, that's exactly right. I would tell your father what he looks like.'

'And Brodick and even Ramsey too?'

'Yes.'

'Then you know what would happen? They'd make him sorry he was a traitor.'

'Yes, I'm sure they would.'

'How come we don't care if the Highlander comes here or not?'

'We don't care because we're leaving tonight.'

His eyes widened in surprise. 'In the dark?'

'In the dark. Hopefully the moon will guide us.'

His eagerness was almost uncontainable, and he bounced on the bed. 'But how are we going to do that? I heard the soldier lock the door when he left, and I think maybe there's a guard outside in the hall. That's how come I'm whispering 'cause I don't want him to hear me.'

'We're still going to leave,' she said.

'But how?'

She pointed to the opposite end of the room. 'You and I are going to walk right through that wall.'

His smile vanished. 'I don't think we can do that.'

He sounded so forlorn she felt like laughing. She realized then that in spite of her pain, she was actually feeling euphoric because she wasn't going to have to leave the little boy in Alford's lair. It had been a wonderful piece of luck that Alford hadn't hidden the child away from her, and she planned to take full advantage of his error in judgment.

She couldn't resist pulling Alec into her arms and hugging him. 'Oh, Alec, God is surely watching over us.'

He let her kiss his forehead and brush his hair out of his eyes before he squirmed out of her embrace. 'How come you think God's watching out for us?' He was too impatient to wait for her answer. 'Is God gonna help us walk through the wall?'

'Yes,' she replied.

He shook his head. 'I think maybe the baron made you daft when he hit you.'

'No, he didn't make me daft. He made me angry, very, very angry.'

'But, Gillian, people can't walk through walls.'

'We're going to open a secret door. This used to be my bedroom when I was a little girl,' she told him. 'My sister's room was right next to mine, and whenever I got scared or lonely, I would open the passageway and run into her room. My father would become very upset with me.'

'How come?'

'Because the passage was only to be used in dire circumstances, and he didn't want anyone to know about it, not even his faithful servants. My lady's maid, Liese, knew about the doorway though, and she used to tell me that most mornings she would find my bed empty. Liese figured out there had to be a hidden door because she knew I was afraid of the dark and wouldn't have ventured out into the hall during the night. Do you see that chest in front of the wall? My father put it there to discourage me. He knew the chest was too heavy tor me to move, but Liese told me that I used to squeeze behind it to get to the door.'

His eyes grew wide. 'You disobeyed your papa.'

'It seems I did,' she answered.

He found her admission extremely funny and laughed until tears came into his eyes. Concerned the guard would hear the noise, she put her finger over her mouth as a sign for him to quiet down.

'But if the door goes to your sister's room,' he whispered loudly, 'how will we get out of there?'

'The passage also leads to the staircase that goes down into the tunnels below the castle. If it hasn't been sealed, it will take us outside the walls.'

'Then can we leave now? Please?' he asked.

She shook her head. 'We must wait until the baron has gone to bed. He's had so much wine to drink he'll pass out soon. Besides, he might send one of the servants to check on us before nightfall, and if we aren't here, she'll sound the alarm.'

He slipped his fingers through hers and held tight, all the while staring at the wall, trying to figure out where the door was. When he turned back to Gillian, he was frowning again. 'What if the baron sealed it?'

'Then we'll figure out another way to leave.'

'But how?'

She didn't have the faintest idea, but she did know that she had to get Alec out of Dunhanshire before the Highlander arrived. 'We could trick the guard into coming inside-'

In his excitement he interrupted her. 'And I could hit him on his head and knock him down,' he said, acting out his plan by pounding the bed with his fists. 'I'd make him bleed,' he assured her. 'And if I stood on top of the chest, I could maybe even grab his sword, and then you know what? I could slice him up and make him cry something fierce. I'm very strong,' he ended with a boast.

She had to resist the urge to hug him again, and she didn't dare smile because he might think she was laughing at him. 'Yes, I can see how strong you are,' she said.

He grinned with pleasure over her compliment and lifted his shoulders as he nodded.

Were all little boys as bloodthirsty in their fantasies as this one? she wondered. One minute he was crying and clinging to her and the next he was gleefully planning gruesome revenge. She didn't have any experience with children-Alec was the first she had been around for any length of time-and she felt thoroughly inadequate, yet at the same time, she also felt tremendously protective. She was all the little boy had separating him from disaster, and in her mind that meant Alec was still in danger.

'Does it hurt?'

She blinked. 'Does what hurt?'

'Your face,' he answered as he reached up to touch the side of her cheek. 'It's swelling.'

'It stings a little, that's all.'