forth.
The only sound heard was the squeaking of the panel and the low gurgling of MacNare's death rattle.
'Please help me, son,' Euphemia called out again. 'Have mercy on your mother.'
None of the warriors acknowledged her. Crispin asked Connor if he wanted him to get his father's weapon, but his laird shook his head.
'It's where my father wanted it to be. Leave it.'
'Connor,' Euphemia screamed. 'Please… please…' Without a backward glance, Connor walked out of the hall, his stepmother's screams slowly fading away.
Chapter 18
Connor had made his choice. When Brenna was given her husband's message, she was overwhelmed with defeat. He had gone to Euphemia. There was little hope for a future together now, as he was clearly locked in his past, and nothing she could do would ever change that.
As soon as she saw her reaction, Jamie was sorry she'd told her. Brenna had been rapidly recovering from her injuries until she was told Connor's whereabouts. She became withdrawn then, and even though Jamie tried to get her to tell her why, she refused to say a word.
The mere mention of Connor agitated her. After trying for three full days to get Brenna to tell her what was wrong, Jamie decided she would have to wait until their husbands returned to find out what the problem was.
Time healed Brenna's body. Her appearance underwent a dramatic change in a very short while. The swelling was nearly gone from her face and shoulders; the bruises had already begun to fade, and her arm was healing nicely.
On the fourth day of her confinement, Brenna was up and dressed. Jamie looked in on her after the noon meal was served, and was pleased to see her sitting in a chair next to the window.
'How are you feeling today?' she asked.
'Much better,' Brenna told her. She tried to sound cheerful, but knew she'd failed when Jamie hurried to her side and put her hand on her forehead.
'There isn't any fever,' Brenna said. 'I'm fine now, really.'
'You're healing quickly, but we both know your heart is still aching. I have a surprise that should make you smile though. Father Sinclair has been insistent on speaking with you. If he had told me earlier that he'd spoken to your mother, I would have let him come up,' she added with a laugh. 'He didn't think to mention that fact until a few minutes ago.'
Brenna was overjoyed. 'He's here, really here?'
'Ah, finally a smile,' Jamie said. 'He's been here since yesterday evening. He sat with you several hours last night, but you slept through it. Shall I show him in?'
'Yes, please.'
Brenna jumped to her feet the second Father Sinclair entered the chamber. 'I'm so happy to see you,' she cried out.
'Be happy sitting down,' Jamie ordered, hovering over her patient like a mother hen.
Brenna did as she was instructed, waited until the priest had moved a second chair over to the window to face her, and then said, 'Was your journey successful?'
'All is well,' Father assured her with a nod.
Brenna was afraid to believe him. She clasped hold of Jamie's hand and held tight. 'You're certain?'
In answer, he held up her medallion and put it in her other hand. 'I'm certain.'
She burst into tears.
'This isn't good news?' Jamie asked. 'Are you in pain? Tell me what's wrong, please.'
'She's overcome with happiness,' Father said.
'Yes, I'm happy,' Brenna stammered out.
'I had no idea she'd lost her medallion.'
'Oh, it was never lost,' the priest said.
Jamie was thoroughly confused. 'Then why…'
'You mustn't worry about me.'
'I worry about you because I love you, sister, and so does your husband. Now, I'm leaving the two of you alone to visit. Father, I hope you'll be able to convince her Connor hasn't forsaken her.'
Before the priest could respond, Brenna shook her head. 'I would much rather you sat with us and heard my news from home.'
Jamie declined the invitation. 'If I leave the door open, I'm certain it will be all right for me to go downstairs. Grace is hiding under the table so she won't have to take her nap. The child hasn't figured out I can see her from across the hall, of course. I'll warn you now, Brenna. I promised her she could sit with you after she rests. She seems to think you belong to her while you're here.'
'I would love to see her.'
After bowing to Father Sinclair, Jamie left the room.
'You must tell me everything, Father,' Brenna said.
The priest nodded. 'I was welcomed into your parents' home right away, and I carried with me another brown robe for Faith to wear on her journey to Gillian's fortress. I heard that he, too, was away from his home, and I'll admit I wasn't certain what I should do then. Fortunately, the abbey came to mind. I knew that the monks keep rooms available for weary travelers. Faith met me in the meadow. She put on the robe when we reached the forest, and we avoided the main path on our journey.'
'How can I ever repay you?' Brenna asked.
'You needn't repay me. God watched over us, and surely that was why we didn't run into any difficulties. Your sister is a lovely young woman. I was amused by her views on several subjects,' he admitted.
The priest then told her several stories about her sister. Brenna laughed with delight, and oh, how the sound warmed Father's heart.
Once again, the element of surprise was on Connor's side, and they were ready to attack when the northerners flooded down through the passage. It was a bloody battle and a fight to the death, but in just three days time, the enemy was defeated. Tending to the wounded so that they could make the journey back home took much longer than the actual battle, and neither Connor nor Alec would leave until the last of their own was on his way.
The soldiers requiring stitches were taken to Jamie, who was kept busy from early morning until late at night repairing the damage. Stragglers continued to come across the drawbridge for three more days, and they also needed Jamie's care.
Fortunately, none of the men required last rites, which was all well and good, since Father Sinclair had left the Kincaid fortress to finish up what he told Jamie was an important matter at the Dunkady Abbey down near the Lowlands. He didn't expect to return to the MacAlisters' keep for at least two full weeks.
Because it was so chaotic, with men going and coming across the drawbridge at all hours of the day and early evening, no one noticed Brenna was missing, and it wasn't until an hour before Alec came home that Jamie realized she had vanished. Everyone searched high and low for her, of course, and all for nought.
By the time her husband came inside the hall, Jamie was beside herself with worry. Knowing how Connor was going to react, she decided to let Alec tell him.
She wouldn't even give her husband time to kiss her. She threw herself into his arms and cried out, 'Oh, thank God you're home. I've lost Brenna. You have to find her.'
Alec refused to believe such a thing was possible. No one could get in or out of his fortress without permission. An hour later, he wanted to kill every man who had been left behind to guard his family.
Yet, as infuriated as he was, his reaction was mild compared to Connor's. He was enraged.
'How could you lose her, Alec?' he roared.
