Bride of Lochbarr. Margaret Moore
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Название: Bride of Lochbarr
Автор: Margaret Moore
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon M&B
isbn: 9781408953273
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He’d been livid, if Adair was any judge. That’s why he’d been worried the Norman had hurt her. He wouldn’t put it past the man to beat his sister. Yet she’d denied it, and he didn’t think she was lying. There’d been no hidden hint of falsehood in her shining eyes. Not then, anyway.
“I think she liked you, Adair,” Lachlann noted with a smile. “No surprises there, I suppose.”
“She didn’t like me.” Except, perhaps, to kiss—a notion that rankled.
“Aye, she did. I saw all the usual signs when she looked at you.”
“I wouldn’t trust any ‘signs’ she gives, any more than I would her brother.”
“Then it won’t matter to you that she’s watching us right now.”
Adair stiffened. “The devil she is.”
“Aye, she is, from her window in the apartments beside the hall. She’s peeking out as shy as a novice stealing glances at a handsome priest.”
Adair glanced up and over his shoulder. Lady Marianne was there, standing at the window and watching them. He couldn’t see her face well enough to make out her expression.
She was probably delighted he was leaving and taking their secret with him. The duplicitous, deceitful, beautiful, passionate…
Then Sir Nicholas came to stand behind her, looming tall and stern in the shadows behind her, like some sort of judge. Or executioner.
He could well believe that Lady Marianne had been trying to get away from her brother, no matter what she said.
Perhaps she’d been fleeing because she didn’t want to marry Hamish Mac Glogan—until he’d stopped her, putting her neck right back in her brother’s noose, as if he were Sir Nicholas’s henchman.
“Adair!” his father called, gesturing for his son to ride to the head of their party.
He hesitated.
“Adair!”
“What’s the matter?” Lachlann demanded in an urgent whisper. “Have you lost your hearing, or do you want to linger longer here among the Normans?”
“Nay, I don’t want to linger here,” Adair muttered as he punched Neas’s side with his heels and went to join his father.
RIDING BESIDE ADAIR at the head of their party, Seamus drew in a deep breath. They were in a pine wood between Lochbarr, their village on a long lake, and Dunkeathe, recently given over to the Norman. Several small streams splashed their way down the rocky, needle-covered slope to the loch.
Lachlann had moved forward, so that now he was behind Adair and his father, and beside Cormag. The rest of the men came after, including Roban, who was robustly singing a bawdy song at the top of his lungs, scaring the birds and sending the wildlife scattering.
The chieftain raised his voice to be heard over the sound of Roban’s deep voice and the jingling of the horses’ accouterments. “This is better than being in that Norman’s castle. A man can breathe out here.”
“Aye,” Adair agreed. “I felt like my belt was too tight the whole time I was in that place.”
“Not too tight to keep you from wandering in the night,” his father pointedly remarked. “Where were you?”
“I went to the mason’s hut. I wanted to see the plans for the castle.”
His father abruptly reined in his horse, causing them all to halt. “You did what?”
Adair met his father’s shocked gaze steadily. “I wanted to know more about the fortifications he’s planning on building. That castle makes Lochbarr look like a farmer’s yard.”
“You could have got us all killed!” Cormag cried, his anxious horse dancing beneath him.
Adair twisted in his saddle and studied his cousin, catching sight of an equally thunderstruck Lachlann. “I wasn’t caught.”
Not by the guards, anyway.
“But you might have been,” Lachlann said, aghast.
“I had my excuse ready.”
“Which was?” his father demanded.
Adair put on a pained expression. “That I was having trouble with my bowels and looking to relieve myself.”
His father, Lachlann and some of the other men smiled. Cormag, and those in the band who were his cousin’s friends, did not.
“You were lucky,” Lachlann said.
“Not that lucky,” Adair replied. “I couldn’t find the plans. They must have been locked away in the box I saw in the mason’s hut.”
Beneath the table Lady Marianne had leaned against, watching him warily, as if she was afraid he might bite. He couldn’t bear the thought of any woman being frightened of him—another reason he’d stayed, he supposed.
“What a surprise they weren’t left lying about for anybody to see,” Cormag said sarcastically. “Even your father’s tact couldn’t have saved you if you’d been found looking over the plans. We might all have been hung for spying. But you didn’t think of that, did you?”
In truth, he hadn’t. He’d been too keen to find out all he could about the castle. “Don’t fash yourself, Cormag.”
The chieftain nudged his horse into a walk, as did the others. “Whether you were caught or no,” he said to his son, “I have to agree that wasn’a a wise thing to do, especially when you might have guessed that the plans would be kept away from prying eyes.”
“Aye, ’twas a fool’s errand,” Cormag loudly complained. “We don’t need to see any plans to realize the Norman’s fortifying Dunkeathe in a way that’ll make it hard to beat him.”
“With one wall, or two?” Adair asked, defending his fool’s errand. “I’ve heard that some Norman castles have two curtain walls, and a few even three. They have towered gatehouses and bossed gates, secret passages for escape, dungeons and even a murder hole.”
“A murder hole? Losh, what’s that?” Lachlann asked.
“’Tis a hole in the roof between the portcullis at the entrance to the gatehouse and the gate at the other end. They can drop rocks through it on invaders, or boiling oil.”
“God help us,” Lachlann murmured, and a few of the men crossed themselves, or made the sign against the devil.
“Aye. That’s why I wanted to see what Sir Nicholas was up to. He strikes me as the sort to have a murder hole. And lots of dark, damp cells.”
Perhaps he’d lock his sister away in one if he somehow found out she’d met a Scot in the mason’s hut, or was trying to escape his castle.
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