'Yes, I did see him, but remember what I told you? We aren't going to let anyone know about that.'
'Not even Brodick?'
'No, not even Brodick.'
'How much longer do we have to wait?'
She patted his hand. 'I think we've waited as long as we can. He isn't going to come for us, but I don't want you to worry. We'll find another way to get you home.'
''Cause you promised, right?'
'Yes, because I promised. What was I thinking? It was a foolish idea to tell that MacDonald soldier I was Brodick's bride.'
'But maybe Brodick needs a bride. He might come for us.'
'I should have offered him gold.'
Alec snorted. 'Brodick doesn't care about gold.'
She smiled. 'It's just as well because I don't have any.'
His eyes widened. 'You would lie to Uncle Brodick?'
'I lied about being his bride.'
'He's gonna be angry when he gets here, but I won't let him shout at you.'
'Thank you. You aren't still angry with me, are you?'
'I was,' he admitted. 'But now I'm not.'
'You needed a bath. You were rank.'
'Brodick's gonna think you're pretty, but you know what?'
'No, what?'
'He won't tell you so. Do you want him to think you're pretty?'
'Not particularly,' she answered, her mind clearly on more important matters. 'We can't wait any longer, Alec. We're going to have to go on alone. Finish your food, and then we'll leave.'
'But if you don't want Brodick to think you're pretty, how come you put on your pretty green clothes?'
She sighed. Alec asked the most outrageous questions. Inconsequential matters seemed to be extremely important to him, and he wouldn't let up until she gave him what he considered an adequate answer.
'I put on these clothes because my other gown was dirty.'
He took another bite of bread while he thought about her answer, and then said, 'You know what?'
She held on to her patience. 'No, what?'
'You're gonna be afraid of Brodick.'
'Why do you say that?'
''Cause ladies are always afraid of him.'
'Well, I won't be afraid,' she insisted. 'Stop talking now and finish your food.'
A knock sounded on the door, and Gillian stood up just as Waldo, the older Hathaway, rushed inside.
'We've got trouble, milady,' he blurted out. 'The MacDonald soldier… the one I gave the message to…'
' Henley?'
He frantically nodded. 'He must have told the other MacDonalds you Were here, because there's over thirty of them coming across the meadow below. They're all wearing the same colors as Henley, but I didn't see him among the soldiers.'
'I don't understand,' she replied. 'I didn't tell Henley about Alec. Why would his clan come here?'
'I'm thinking they're here to claim you, milady.'
She was startled by the suggestion and shook her head. 'But they can't claim me.'
Waldo looked bleak and weary. 'They do things different in these parts,' he told her. 'If they want something, they take it.'
She grabbed Alec's hand and pulled him to his feet. 'We're leaving now. Waldo, get your brother and meet us at the horses. Hurry.'
'But, milady,' Waldo protested. 'There's more to the telling. There's another clan on the opposite side of the meadow riding hard toward the MacDonalds. I don't know for certain who they are, but I'm thinking they must be the Buchanans you sent for. There's nine of them.'
'If it's Brodick and his soldiers, then they're pitifully outnumbered.'
'Nay, milady, it's the MacDonalds I pity. I ain't never seen the like of these warriors. They're ferocious looking, and I could see by the way the MacDonalds were backing away, they fear them. If there's blood shed this day, I don't think it's going to be a Buchanan doing the bleeding. Are you certain you want to put yourself and the boy in the hands of such savages?'
She didn't know what to think, and she was in such a panic inside, her heart felt as if it might stop. 'I hope it is Brodick and his men,' she whispered.
Alec was struggling to get away from her so he could go outside and watch the fight, but she tightened her hold on him and wouldn't let go.
'Waldo, you and Henry should leave now before they get here. I thank you for all you've done for Alec and me. Hurry now, before you're seen.'
Waldo shook his head. 'My brother and I will not leave until we are assured you will fare well, milady. We'll stand guard at the door. The soldiers will have to kill us before they can get to you.'
She couldn't dissuade him from what he considered a noble undertaking. As soon as he went back outside, she turned to Alec.
'Tell me what Brodick looks like,' she demanded.
'He looks like Brodick,' he answered.
'But what exactly does he look like?'
He shrugged. 'He's big,' he whispered. Then he smiled because he'd thought of something else he could add. 'And old.'
'Old?'
He nodded. 'Terrible old,' he explained.
She didn't believe him. 'What color is his hair?'
'White.'
'You re sure?'
He nodded. 'And you know what?'
Her heart had sunk to her stomach. 'No, what?'
'He doesn't hear too good.'
She had to sit down. 'Why didn't you tell me Brodick was an old man before I sent the message that I was his bride? The shock could have sent him to his grave.' She jumped back up and pulled Alec along. 'We're leaving.'
'But what about the Buchanans?'
'It's apparent the other clan in the meadow isn't Brodick's. Waldo would have told me if any of the warriors had been old.'
'I want to go look. I can tell you if it's the Buchanans.'
Waldo opened the door and shouted, 'The MacDonalds have taken off, milady, and the other clan is coming this way.'
Gillian grabbed Alec by the shoulders and forced him to look at her. 'I want you to hide behind that stone font until I find out who these men are. I don't want you to say a word, Alec. Promise me… please.'
'But…'
'Promise me,' she demanded.
'Can I come out if it's Brodick?'
'Not until I've talked to him and gained his promise that he'll help both of us.'
'All right,' he said. 'I promise I'll be quiet.'
She was so pleased to get his cooperation she kissed him on his cheek. He immediately wiped it away with the back of his hand and squirmed when she hugged him.
'You're always kissing me,' he complained with a wide grin that told her he really didn't mind. 'Just like my mama.'
'Go hide,' she said as she led him to the back of the church.
