Taming The Lion. Suzanne Barclay

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СКАЧАТЬ shivered, fighting sorrow and fear. “We have Hakon over a barrel. He cannot attack for fear we will destroy the distillery and the whiskey he covets.”

      “He’s stymied for the moment,” Roland allowed. “But—”

      “Papa said he was the sort of bully who expects his victims to roll over and give him what he wants. When he sees he cannot best us, he will go off in search of easier prey”

      Roland grunted. “Well, last year’s whiskey is ready for the kegs and the four-year-old is ready for market. But how will we get it there with Hakon lurking about like an evil spider?”

      “That is my worry,” said Adair. “If we had the coin, I would hire mercenaries to guard the shipment.”

      “We are over a barrel of our own. Till we sell some of the Finglas, we’ve no money. Not even for food, and God knows if we do not get supplies soon, we will all starve and save Hakon the trouble of attacking the keep.” Roland looked almost pleased.

      Did he want her to fail so badly he wished them all ill? Catlyn wondered. The weight on her shoulders felt even heavier, yet she dared not show any weakness. “I will find a way to—”

      A knock sounded at the door. For a stunned instant, they all looked at one another. It must be something important to interrupt the sacred ceremony.

      Adair scowled, then went to open it a crack, revealing Eoin’s handsome face. “I told you that you were not welcome here,” Adair growled.

      Catlyn’s former betrothed lifted his chin. “There’s a party of men at the gate seeking shelter from the storm.”

      “Fergussons,” Roland whispered. The word echoed ominously off the stone walls.

      “Nay,” Eoin said quickly. “They are travelers. I think—”

      “No one cares what you think,” Adair snapped.

      Catlyn laid a hand on her captain’s arm. He could not forgive Eoin for supposedly breaking her heart, but this bickering divided them when they most needed to pull together. “Thank you for bringing word, Eoin. I’ll come see for myself.”

      Up the steps from the distillery she went, down the dimly lit corridor and out into the courtyard. The wind tugged at her skirts and whipped her hair about, carrying with it the damp promise of rain. Overhead, thunder rumbled and lightning raked through a sea of bilious gray clouds.

      “Best hurry before you get wet,” Eoin advised. He trotted along beside her like a faithful hound.

      Nay, not faithful. He had betrayed her with the woman who had once been her dearest friend. Despite her best efforts, Catlyn could neither forgive nor forget their treachery. Dora had accepted this and stayed out of Catlyn’s way as much as possible. Perversely, Eoin seemed determined to win her back.

      “Careful, the steps are steep.” He reached to help her up the stairs of the guardhouse.

      Catlyn neatly avoided his grasp. “I have been climbing them all my life,” she said through clenched teeth. Clinging to the wall with one hand, she battled through the wind to the top of the tower. Looking down, she spied a group of men huddled in the lee of the gate. “Oh, dear, we must do something.”

      “We cannot let them in,” Adair said.

      “I know, but Papa is doubtless spinning in his grave to see us turn travelers away in such weather.”

      “If we let them in and they prove to be Fergussons, we’ll be moldering in our graves,” Adair reminded her.

      At her other side, Eoin snorted. “What Fergusson ever dressed so fine? That’s chain mail they’re wearing under their cloaks, and the leader has full armor.”

      “They are mercenaries, then,” said Adair.

      “Hakon couldn’t afford to buy one man, much less—”

      “He could if he pledged to pay them after he’d gotten his hands on our distillery,” Adair growled.

      Eoin stuck his handsome face into Adair’s weathered one. “Lot you know, old man. Mercenaries want coin, not promises.”

      “Hush, the both of you. I cannot think what to do with you ripping at each other.” Catlyn returned her gaze to the man who had hailed them moments ago. Ross Sutherland was the name he had given Eoin when he sought shelter for his band. He claimed they were travelers lost on their way to Inverness.

      In defiance of the biting wind, Ross Sutherland sat straight in the saddle, controlling his restive mount with ease. His face was raised expectantly toward the gatehouse window where Catlyn stood, but there was nothing of the supplicant in his pose. Arrogant, he was, from the tilt of his head to the stubborn set of his square jaw. The rest of his face was hidden in the shadows cast by his visor, but she knew his eyes would be as dark and imperious as his bearing.

      “Not Fergussons,” Eoin said. “I say we send someone down to look them over closely and—”

      “You get no say,” Adair snapped.

      Eoin flushed. His eyes—the big brown ones that had looked so sincere all the while he lied about giving her a lifetime of love and devotion—slid to Catlyn. “The decision is yours.”

      She resisted the urge to slump beneath this latest burden. “We cannot afford to let them inside. If they were fewer.” Five and twenty, she’d counted. True there were one hundred men of fighting age under her roof, but...

      “I know it pains your tender heart to leave them to the elements.” Eoin laid a hand on her arm. “Let me go down and speak with them, see if I can learn their intent.”

      Catlyn extracted her arm from his grasp. Once his touch had made her blood warm with possibilities. That was before she had learned Eoin had been warming Dora’s bed all the while he’d been courting her. “’Tis a kindly offer, but if they captured you—”

      “Good riddance,” Adair grumbled. He’d been all for tossing Eoin out for breaking Catlyn’s heart.

      Catlyn scowled at her captain. “If they took Eoin, we’d be forced to bargain with them.” Pleasant as it was to think of life without Eoin trailing after her.

      “Hello the keep!” shouted Ross Sutherland.

      Catlyn whipped back to the window and opened her mouth.

      “We cannot let you in,” Adair leaned out and bellowed.

      “Not very Christian of you.”

      “A man’s gotta look to his own.”

      “We mean you no harm.”

      “The world is full of liars.” Adair glanced at Eoin.

      A rumble of thunder cut off Sutherland’s reply. A few fat raindrops began to fall from the darkening sky.

      Catlyn flinched. “A moment, sir knight,” she called down, ignoring Adair’s grunt of disapproval.

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