as much as he did.
'How can you be smiling, Alec, over such a sin done by your own king?'
'England's king is far more ruthless,' Alec stated.
'You shouldn't speak ill of Henry,' she countered.
'Speak ill? Jamie, I just praised him.'
He looked as if he meant what he'd just said. She gave him a good frown to let him know what she thought of his praise.
'What's your real worry, wife?'
'What if he won't let Mary stay with us?'
'He will.'
'You're certain, Alec?'
Alec nodded. 'Will I kneel before him, do you suppose?' she asked.
'If you want to.'
'Will it make me disloyal to Henry?'
His smile was gentle. The woman was certainly lacking in her history lessons. 'I doubt you'd be disloyal, Jamie. Edgar is Henry's brother-in-law.'
She was so relieved by this news that her shoulders slumped. 'Well, why didn't you tell me? I've been fretting like a child over this loyalty issue, Alec, and all for naught. You could have mentioned that Edgar and Henry were good friends, husband.'
Jamie carried Mary behind the screen before Alec could tell her he thought she was daft.
'Why did you let her think Edgar and Henry were good friends?' Gavin asked.
'For the same reason you softened your answers about Edgar to her,' Alec answered dryly. 'None of us want her to worry. We're all bent on making her happy, now, aren't we?'
Gavin grinned. 'Aye, we are.'
They shared a laugh, but the sound was drowned out by all the noise the women were making. Jamie, Elizabeth, Edith, and Annie were taking turns bathing Mary Kathleen.
'She's a beautiful child,' Elizabeth remarked.
'We must tell her so,' Jamie advised. 'Often. She mustn't ever feel she doesn't belong.'
The bath was finally finished. Jamie stood Mary on the chest and gave her hair a proper trim.
The little girl didn't seem the least bit shy with the women, but it was still obvious she preferred Jamie's attention most of all. Once she was dressed in a clean white sleeping gown Edith had provided, she reached up for Jamie to hold her.
While Mary ate her dinner, Edith went upstairs with Annie to make her bedroom ready for her. It had been decided that Mary would sleep in the chamber next to Alec and Jamie. If the child cried out in the night, Jamie was certain she'd hear her.
'All mothers are light sleepers,' she stated. 'We instinctively know when our daughters need us. You'll understand what I'm saying, Elizabeth, after your baby is born.'
Jamie's voice was so enthuasiastic, Elizabeth didn't have the heart to remind her she'd only been a mother for half a day. She agreed instead.
'Angus grows impatient to have the threads taken out of his chest wound,' she reminded Jamie. 'He's waiting at the table for you.'
'You sit next to him,' Jamie replied. 'He won't shout as much if you're near.'
'It will pain him?'
'Don't be fretting,' Jamie soothed. 'It won't hurt him at all. He'll be shouting over the inconvenience of it all, though.'
Elizabeth hurried over to the table to do as Jamie suggested. Alec had just started a fire in the hearth. His back was turned to Jamie, but once he'd stood and noticed her, he only had enough time to accept the daughter she thrust into his arms.
Alec didn't have any idea what was expected of him now. Still, he wanted to please Jamie. He stared down at Mary, holding her awkwardly under her arms.
'You're not afraid of me, are you, Mary?' he asked in Gaelic. 'I'm your papa now.'
She shook her head, then gave him a smile.
Alec smiled back.
He was ready to put her down, but when he tried, Mary let him know she wasn't ready to leave him. She grabbed hold of his tunic and stiffened against him.
Alec perched her on his shoulders instead. The child liked that well enough. She let out a shriek of laughter and wiggled her toes with obvious delight.
Jamie nearly dropped the supplies she'd gone to fetch, when she rounded the corner of the screen and saw what Alec was doing. 'You don't hold a child like that,' she called out. 'And for God's sake, Alec, don't shrug at me again.
You'll send Mary flying through the air.'
'I'm new to this, Jamie,' Alec muttered. 'She's the first child I've ever held.'
He pulled Mary back into his arms while he continued to frown at his wife.
'You'll get used to her,' Jamie announced.
Alec had to glare at Marcus and Gavin then so they'd quit their disrespectful smiles.
Then he carried Mary over to the rocking chair, settled her on his lap, and ordered her to go to sleep. Mary tried to climb up his chest instead. She was just as suspicious of the moving chair as he'd been, and he had to soothe her back down into his lap.
Jamie had turned her back on the two of them and was giving Angus her undivided attention. Alec drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair, wondering what in God's name he was supposed to do now. He decided he might as well try telling a bedtime story. It took him a minute to pick his favorite, and then he related, in full, the tale of one of his finest battles.
In short minutes, he had Mary Kathleen enthralled. Her eyes had widened to saucers again and she seemed to be hanging on his every word.
Gavin and Marcus also became interested in the bloody tale. They pulled up stools near the hearth and took turns offering grunts of approval during the telling.
Jamie could hear Alec's soft burr in the background, but she wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying. Angus was letting her know how unhappy he was because she wouldn't let him remove the slats from his arm. 'Your fingers are moving now, Angus, but that doesn't mean the healing's done. No, you have a good month, mayhap more, wearing this contraption, and that's that. Elizabeth, his chest has healed nicely, hasn't it?'
'It has,' Elizabeth replied. 'We are both very thankful to you, Jamie. Aren't we, Angus?'
'Aye, we are,' Angus agreed.
It looked as though it pained him to make that confession. Jamie tried not to laugh. She'd already learned that Angus's gruff manner hid a soft heart.
She smiled at Elizabeth, then hurried to put her supplies away. It was time to take Mary Kathleen upstairs. The little girl was surely exhausted from her long day.
Yet when she turned the comer again and saw Alec holding Mary in his lap, she didn't have the heart to interrupt. Lord, she really must be exhausted, too.
Why, her eyes filled up with tears over the wonderful sight.
He was telling his daughter a bedtime story. No, she qualified with a smile. He was telling Mary, Marcus, Gavin, and Angus a bedtime story. God's truth, the men looked just as engrossed in the tale as the three-year- old.
She loved Alec with all her heart. He was such a gentle, compassionate man. She felt like laughing now. Alec would certainly take great exception if he guessed she thought him kind, and she wondered how he was going to react when she finally confessed her love to him.
It didn't matter if he accepted her love or not, she thought with a sudden frown. In time, she was sure he'd see the rightness in it. Why, with proper prodding, he might even begin to love her, too.
How could she have ever thought the Scots were inferior? She had to shake her head over that shameful sin, then started forward to hear this story that held everyone so captivated.
