The Treasure

whom he sees, what he does. Don’t let him out of your sight.”

Murad scurried across the deck and ran down the gangplank.

“Why didn’t you tell me last night, Kadar?” Ware demanded harshly. “It’s only one ship. We can mount an attack.”

“And, if they survive, then they’ll mount their own attack and damage your fine new castle,” Kadar said lightly. “Stop thinking like a warrior, Ware. No battle is necessary here.”

“I am a warrior.” Ware scowled. “And you’re an idiot if you think I’ll permit you to go and do that bastard’s bidding.”

“I made a promise.”

“Promises to assassins should not be kept.”

Kadar chuckled. “Speaks a man who never breaks his word.”

“I’ve never given my word to a devil like Sinan.”

“We all have our own devils. Mine just happens to be a true demon. Or so his men claim.”

“You should know. You were once his man.”

“I’ve known worse demons.”

“Well, I haven’t.” Ware stood up. “I’ll call the men to arms.

We’ll go to-”

“No, Ware,” he said quietly. “I told you, no battle. I’ve told Balkir I’d give him my decision in three days. I won’t have you interfere. If you attack the Dark Star, you’ll make my decision for me. Even if you defeat Balkir, I’ll find another way to get to Sinan.”

“Damn you,” Ware said in frustration. “Why won’t you let me help? You made that promise to Sinan to guarantee he’d free us.”

“Why would you think that?” Kadar teased. “I freed myself. I just took you along because you amused me. You know how I hate to be bored.”

“Stop joking.”

“Laughter is what makes life bearable. I’ve never been able to teach you that.” He turned to leave. “You’ll not tell Thea or Selene about this. There’s no need to worry them.”

“And how am I to keep them from finding out? They travel all over the glen, visiting the cottages.”

“You’ll find a way. You wouldn’t want me to be forced into making a premature choice.” He closed the door behind him and moved down the steps to the courtyard. The choice was already made, and he was sure Ware suspected what it would be. That was the reason he had told him the decision was to be made in three days. He didn’t trust Ware not to explode into action as the deadline approached.

The clever thing would have been to say nothing and set sail with Balkir last night. He might have done it if the captain hadn’t been so damn demanding.

He was lying to himself. He wanted these three days. He was always the stranger, living on the outside, but for the first time in his life he had begun to feel at home. Montdhu had drawn him in and made him part of it. He wanted to spend time with Thea and Ware. He wanted to walk the hills and talk to people who had become friends.

He wanted to be with Selene.

No, that would be a mistake. He should stay away from Selene. Sinan’s summons had filled him with frustration and anger. His instinct was to claw and cling to what he had here. He was feeling too desperate, and desperate men sometimes destroyed what they wanted to protect.

Yes, he would watch her from a distance, but he must stay away from Selene.

“Kadar Ben Arnaud has made no attempt to leave Montdhu,” Murad told Balkir. “He’s done nothing of note for the past two days. He wanders about the countryside. He dices at the inn in the town. He visits his ship, the Last Hope.”

“Is he readying the ship to set sail?”

Murad shook his head.

Balkir frowned. “Nothing else?”

“I cannot watch him while he’s within the walls of the castle. Lord Ware’s guards let no one in but townspeople having business with the household. I can only report what he’s done outside those walls.”

And that was to act as if the Dark Star did not exist, Balkir thought. Not a good sign.

“Has he talked to anyone at length?”

“Not outside the castle. He’s at his ship again tonight. Shall I go back and set watch?”

Balkir’s frustration was growing. “Of course. What else can we do?” He made a sudden decision. “Wait, I’ll go with you.”

***

“Is he here?” Selene strode up the gangplank of the Last Hope.

Kadar’s first mate, Patrick, nodded. “In the cabin, Lady Selene. May I take a message?”

Relief poured through her. She hadn’t been sure she would find him on the ship. “I’ll tell him myself.” She moved quickly toward the door leading to the cabin. She knew her way well. She remembered the first time she had come on board the Last Hope. She had been ten and three and Kadar had just come back from a voyage. She had been frantically eager to see him but had carefully hidden it. She had always been afraid to let Kadar know how he dominated her thoughts. Not that it did any good. Kadar always seemed to sense what she was feeling even when no one else did.

She paused at the door. What if he had a woman with him? Well, what if he did? She had not come this far to go back to the castle. He would have to send the wench away.

She threw open the door. No woman, she saw with relief. Kadar sat across the room at his desk, a journal open before him.

She slammed the door behind her. “Why have you been ignoring me?”

He leaned back in the chair. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I tried to speak to you twice at supper tonight and you acted as if you scarce knew me.”

He looked away from her. “Does Ware know you’re here at this time of night?”

“No one knows. But what if he did? No one would believe anything amiss. Not of you.”

He stood up. “I’ll take you back to the castle.”

“No.” She moistened her lips. “Not yet. I have something to say to you.”

“You can tell me tomorrow. I’ll come back to the castle before the noon hour and you can-”

“No.” She shook her head. “Why are you being like this? We both know that I’m not like those other women in this land. I care nothing for what these Scots deem proper. Do you think I don’t know that they’d shun me like a leper if they knew about the House of Nicholas? The lords and ladies in their great castles treat me with kindness only because Ware is a warrior and a strong ally.”

“Not entirely.” He smiled teasingly. “I’ve heard them say you have bonny bright hair and a sweet smile.”

A little of the tension seemed to be leaving him, and she must take advantage of any weakness. “I need to talk to you.” She moved forward until she stood before him. “You’ve never refused me before.”

His smile disappeared. “There’s always a first time.”

“Well, you can’t start now. I won’t have it.” Her hands clenched nervously. “This is too important.”

“That’s why I have to refuse you.”

“It makes no sense.”

“Go back to the castle, Selene.”

She laid her head on his chest. “Don’t do this.”

His muscles became rigid.

“This is so hard for me,” she whispered. “You’ve got to let me tell you.”

“Oh, God.”

His heart was pounding hard beneath her ear. “You want me to trust you? I’ll try. No, I do trust you.” She rubbed her face against his chest, struggling to get the next words out. “I… care for you, Kadar. I’ve always cared for you. I think I always will.”