'Has Raen arrived yet?' Brenna asked.
'No,' Euphemia answered. 'My son will join me tomorrow.'
Connor suggested they sit at the table and continue their conversation. Brenna followed behind her husband, smiling over the way Euphemia put her hand on Connor's arm and smiled so lovingly at him.
Euphemia continued to talk about Raen for several more minutes, and then she looked at Brenna, obviously waiting for her to say something. She blurted out the first thing that came into her head. 'I'm eager to meet such a perfect man.'
She realized she sounded derisive and was horrified. 'You sound like my mother, Lady Euphemia. She also believes her sons are wonderful. She's right, of course, just as you are.'
Euphemia nodded. 'I am eager to see Raen,' she said. 'It's been over six months since he last visited me. He's terribly busy, and I diligently try not to meddle in his affairs.'
'Was the journey difficult for you, madam?' Connor asked.
'I cannot lie and tell you it was easy,' she replied. 'Yet it was no worse than what I anticipated,' she added, her gaze directed at Brenna now.
She thought it was sweet that Euphemia was thoughtfully including her. 'How long have you been away?' she asked.
'Sixteen years, three months,' she answered. 'Some mornings it seems as though my Donald passed away just the day before, so overcome am I with sorrow.'
Connor nodded with understanding. He noticed the tears in Euphemia's eyes and gently turned the conversation to lighter matters.
Brenna was happy to sit by her husband's side and listen. One topic led to another and another, and before Brenna realized it, a good hour had passed.
She would have been happy to sit there the rest of the night, because the look of peace on her husband's face was a worthy reward. She had never seen him this relaxed or content. He obviously loved this woman, certainly honored her, and had missed her terribly.
Her thoughts turned to her own dear mother then, and as she pictured their reunion one day in the future, tears sprang into her eyes. To stop herself from becoming melancholy, she quit thinking about her family and considered instead what she would like to eat for supper.
Euphemia pulled her back to the conversation at hand by calling her name.
'I beg your indulgence, but the journey here has left me weary. I'm not as young as I used to be, and even short rides tire me. I would like to retire for the night, if you will allow me to, and would appreciate a tray of light fare sent up to me.'
Connor immediately stood up to assist his stepmother.
'May I help you get settled, Lady MacAlister?' Brenna asked.
'One of Connor's servants has already seen to the duty, child.'
Brenna bowed to her and bid her good night. Connor suggested she wait in the hall for him until he returned from escorting Euphemia to her room. Brenna understood Connor's need to have a private moment with his stepmother and didn't mind at all that she had been excluded.
He was gone a long while. By the time he returned to the hall, her stomach was growling for food and she was so sleepy, she could barely hold her head up.
Her husband's manner was brisk now, and she noticed that though he'd had no difficulty whatsoever lingering during his reunion with his stepmother, he couldn't show his wife half as much consideration.
'There are four chambers upstairs, Brenna. The kitchens are in a separate building behind the hall, should you ever feel the need to go there.'
He clasped hold of her hand and led her up the staircase. She was thankful the steps weren't nearly as steep as the ones leading up from the soldiers' quarters.
'Why is there a banister here and not below? Was there a reason for not building one?'
'Yes,' he answered. 'Are you really hungry?'
'I could eat a little something. I'm still waiting for you to tell me why there isn't a railing.'
'It's easier to push soldiers down, that's why.'
She thought he was jesting. When he didn't smile, she changed her mind. 'That's rather impolite, isn't it?'
He didn't understand she was teasing him and apparently didn't feel her question merited an answer.
When they reached the landing, he motioned to the dark hallway behind her. 'There are three chambers there. Our bedroom is on the other side of the landing, straight ahead of you.'
She didn't move fast enough to suit him. He pulled her along and stopped only after they'd entered the chamber. The door slammed shut behind him with a resounding thud. It was completely dark inside. Connor crossed the chamber and pulled back the covering over the window to let the light come in.
Brenna let out a sigh of relief because the room wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it would be. There was a nice-sized hearth at one end of the chamber and a bed at the opposite end. Two low chests flanked the sides, with several candles on top of each. Other than a few hooks placed high up on the wall beside the door, there wasn't anything more to be noticed.
She hurried over to the window to see the view and immediately wished she hadn't bothered. Straight ahead was the courtyard and then the ruins, a gloomy picture to be sure, and since she didn't want to dwell on the past now, she went to the bed to find out if it was lumpy or soft.
'It's a very nice bed,' she remarked. 'And so is the room. You live like a peasant, don't you, Connor, without any unnecessary luxuries?'
'Does that bother you?'
'No,' she answered. 'May I have a bath?'
'Tomorrow I'll take you to the lake.'
'Tonight, if you please?'
He relented. 'I'll have a bath prepared. You'll have to wait while the water is heated in the kitchens and carried up.'
She shook her head. 'I would not put your staff to such trouble. I could bathe in the kitchens, couldn't I?'
He wasn't surprised by her thoughtfulness because he'd already noticed she put the concerns of others before her own, no matter how much she was inconvenienced. Or injured, he thought to add, for she had put Grace's safety above her own.
'Yes, you may bathe in the kitchens.'
'May I also eat there?'
'If you wish.'
He opened the door to leave, but hesitated at the threshold, frowning as he noticed once again the dark shadows under her eyes. In the soft light they seemed more pronounced. He felt responsible for her exhaustion because he'd pushed her too hard, and while he regretted putting her through such a difficult ordeal, there really hadn't been any other choice. MacNare and his soldiers had been gaining on them, and getting her to safety far outweighed her need for sleep.
'I want you to rest.'
'Will you rest beside me?'
'Yes.'
'Now that Euphemia is here, are you still intent on leaving tomorrow?'
'Yes.'
'Do you think she liked me?'
'Of course she liked you. You shouldn't need my reassurance.'
'Will she stay with us a long while?'
'I hope so,' he answered on his way out the door. 'I haven't asked.'
'Connor?'
'Yes?'
'Please don't forget to send one of your men to find Gilly.'
'I won't forget. Any other questions?'
