Page 39 of Highlander Redeemed
“Duncan, tell them I am ready. Tell them how I proved myself this day.” And still he sat mute. “Duncan?”
“She is not ready, then,” Nicholas said. His rescue of Duncan had Scotia on her feet. If he would not proclaim her ready she would have to do it herself.
“I am ready.” She held her hands loosely at her side, as Duncan had taught her so that she did not look threatening, but also so that she could grab her weapons quickly if the need arose. Of course her weapons were hidden in the forest, but she would not have drawn them on her family anyway. “If you wish to test my skills, I am willing, but Duncan can attest to my strength, my speed, my agility.”
“Icanattest to those. She is a quicker study and a more focused student than any I have seen before. She has worked hard to honeher skills and strengthen her body.” That brought him a glare from both Kenneth and Uilliam, but Duncan did not let it stop him. “She is also good at strategy, showing a creative mind for it.”
“So she is ready?” Nicholas asked.
Duncan looked at Scotia. “I am sorry.” Then he looked Nicholas in the eye. “She is not.”
Scotia pivoted to face her new foe. “How can you say that? You promised me! How can you lie to everyone? I am ready. I proved it this very day. Why do you lie?!”
Duncan ran his palm over his face and slowly rose to face Scotia. He reached for her hands, but she ripped them out of his grasp and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I do not lie, Scotia, and you well ken it. Yes, this very day you did well in the afternoon, but in the morning you did not, and that impulsiveness, that lack of being willing to follow orders exactly as they are given, not as you wish them to be, or at all,thatwill get someone killed. Perhaps you, perhaps someone else. Most likely both. I cannot support you going into battle when I do not fully trust you to do as you are told. No one should die because I was not willing to tell the truth, no matter how much it might hurt you, though that is not my intention.” He looked at each person in the circle, Uilliam rising to join everyone else as he met Duncan’s glance, until finally his gaze landed on Nicholas.
“I wish I could report otherwise, but I cannot. Scotia is not ready to join the warriors in battle.”
DUNCAN COULD FEELa muscle in his clenched jaw twitch as he watched Scotia storm toward the main cave. When she disappeared into the darkness, he dropped to his seat on the log, his back to the angry lass. He was angry, too. Events had conspired against him teaching her this last and perhaps most importantlesson, forcing him into a corner where he either lied to Nicholas and Scotia, telling her what she wanted to hear, or he told the truth to both of them.
He could not lie, not to Nicholas, not to Scotia, and now Scotia would likely never speak to him again. He knew that in her eyes, he had betrayed his promise to her. But she was not ready for battle. If they had been able to finish their argument she might have understood why she was not ready, and she might not have pressed him into a corner where he had to deny her what she so badly desired.
She was smart. She learned quickly when the motivation was strong. He had no doubt she would understand what she needed to do, and would master it. And when she did, he would go to Nicholas and change his recommendation.
But he could do none of that if she refused to listen to him.
So he would have to make her listen—if he had time.
“When do we leave the Glen of Caves?” he asked Nicholas.
“Most of the warriors who have remained here will leave at dawn. We’ll want more watches now that the English are nearly here. We’ll have to set the lads to watching the passes.” He looked at his wife. “Rowan, I think ’tis best if the Guardians remain here for now.”
“Aye,” she replied. “We will use the time to continue our studies and prepare what defenses we can, but we will have to move closer to the battle eventually, love. We will not be able to assist from here.”
Nicholas nodded. “That means Malcolm and I remain here as Protectors. Kenneth, Uilliam, you take command of the warriors in Glen Lairig. You ken the land far better than I do, and you ken the men and their particular strengths well. You can continue the preparations until we travel to meet you.”
“So I am to go with them?” Duncan asked, hoping that would give him enough time to make Scotia understand what she had yet to master.
Nicholas narrowed his eyes and was quiet, then finally nodded as if he’d made a decision. “Nay. I think ’tis best if you remain here and continue to keep watch over Scotia. ’Twould not do to have her take it into her head to join us on the battlefield despite our conversation here. You are the only one who has been able to keep her ... contained. I am sorry. You would be a great asset in the coming battle, but we cannot let her create chaos when control is what we are after.”
Duncan fought to breathe. Not part of the battle? “But ...”
“Nay, Duncan. No ‘but.’ We need you to keep Scotia safely away from the fray. The lass never means to bring harm to others, but it has happened, and we cannot risk the distraction she would be.”
Duncan knew he would make the same decision if he were in Nicholas’s place, but that did not mean he liked it any better. He took a deep breath and reminded himself of the lesson Scotia needed to learn.
Take an order, and execute it as directed.
LORDSHERWOOD PULLEDup his courser as the two scouts he had sent out days ago pounded toward him on their palfreys down the pitiful excuse for a road he and his detachment traveled toward Glen Lairig. He shouted at the column of men not to stop as he pulled his horse out of the flow to await the scouts.
Information had been all but impossible to gain as they made their way across the rolling landscape and into the first of the mountains. Even those few Scots they had managed to capture alive during the nightly skirmishes had given not even a hint of how many MacAlpins there were, what their defenses were, or if they were indeed in Glen Lairig as King Edward thought. The first two scouts he’d sent to spy on the secretive clan had neverreturned, and he could only assume they were dead, either by the hand of one of the clans that harried the detachment each night or by the MacAlpins themselves. At least these two had survived.
“What news?” he demanded as the two bedraggled men stopped beside him.
“We found the castle, m’lord,” the older of the two said, “but it has been abandoned.”
Sherwood blinked. “Abandoned?”
