Saving Grace

A confrontation was finally taking place, and Gabriel was damned happy about it. He would let each warrior vent his anger, then explain what was going to happen. Those who didn't wish to go along with his decisions could leave.

Unfortunately Joha

"Calum, Keith didn't call you a coward," she cried out. She turned her gaze to the Maclaurin soldier then. "You don't understand, sir, for you had already left on your errand to speak to Clare MacKay's father," she rushed out. "You see, my husband asked each one of his followers if he had… involved himself with Clare, and each man denied any knowledge of the woman."

"But did each man tell the truth?" Keith challenged.

"I'll ask you a question in answer," she countered. "If Laird MacI

Keith was clever enough to know where she was going with the question. He reluctantly nodded.

"My husband and I both have complete faith in his followers. If the men say they didn't touch Clare MacKay, then they didn't. I don't understand you, sir. How can you take the word of a mean-hearted MacI

No one had a quick answer to that question. Joha

Joha

"I would appreciate it if everyone of you would consider what I've just explained," she requested. "I can't have bickering in my home. If you'll excuse me now. I'll go up to my chamber."

She turned to leave. Then she stopped and turned around again. "When a lady leaves the room, the men stand."

"Here we go again," a Maclaurin whispered loud enough for her to hear.

"Well?" she demanded.

The men stood. She smiled, satisfied. Then she turned to leave. The room suddenly started spi

"You did call me a coward, Keith," Calum muttered.

"If you want to believe I did, then do so, Calum," Keith replied.

"What was the important news m'lady said she just received?"

"Gabriel?" Joha

He turned around. "Yes?"

"Catch me."

Chapter 14

He caught her before she hit the floor. Everyone started shouting at the same time. Father MacKechnie thought he might faint when he saw how ill his mistress looked.

"Clear the table," he shouted. "We'll put her there."

Niall and Lindsay swept their arms across the linen cloth. Trenchers and food went flying. Megan pulled the linen cloth off.

"Someone fetch a healer for God's sake," Niall bellowed. "M'lady needs help."

"She's our healer," Calum snapped.

"What made her swoon?"

"I'm thinking we did," Lindsay decided. "We got her all riled up. It was too much for her."

Gabriel was the only one who didn't seem overly concerned about his wife. Her face did look pale to him, but he didn't think she was really sick.

He'd noticed how upset she became when the men started shouting at each other. She had an aversion to fighting, he knew, and he therefore concluded her faint was just a clever ploy to turn the men's attention away from their argument.

She'd gone a little overboard, of course, and he'd tell her just that when they were alone.

"It's all our fault, all right, making her throw bowls to get our attention," Niall said. "She wants us to have some ma

"Aye," another Maclaurin named Michael agreed. "We can't have her swooning all the time. Laird MacBain might not be close enough to catch her next time."

"Move back, men," Father MacKechnie ordered. "Give the lass some room to breathe."

"She is breathing, isn't she?"

"Aye, Calum, she's breathing," the priest answered. "Your concern for your mistress is praiseworthy."

"She's our mistress today," Lindsay commented. "She's wearing our plaid."

"Today's Saturday," Keith interjected. "She's wearing the wrong plaid."

"She can't seem to get it right, can she?" Calum asked.

"Why are you hesitating, MacBain? Put the lass on the table," Father MacKechnie said. "Men, get out of your laird's way."

The men immediately moved back. As soon as Gabriel placed his wife on the table, they all moved forward again. At least twenty faces loomed over her. Everyone was frowning with concern for Joha

Gabriel felt like smiling. The soldiers had their differences, of course, but they were united now in their worry about their mistress. Joha

"Why won't she open her eyes?" Niall asked.

"She doesn't appear to be finished with her faint just yet," the priest replied.

"Are you going to give her the last rites, Father?"

"I don't believe that's necessary."

"Shouldn't we do something?" Calum asked the question and added a frown in his laird's direction. It was apparent he expected Gabriel to fix whatever was ailing his wife.

Gabriel shook his head. "She'll wake up in a minute or two."

"We shouldn't have upset her," Michael said.

"Why did she suddenly get a bee up her… arm?" Lindsay quickly substituted the last word for the one he was going to use when he caught the priest's frown.

"It was our ma

"But why now, I'm wondering," Lindsay blurted out. "M'lady didn't seem to mind what we were doing until tonight."

"Her mother's coming for a visitation.'' Their laird gave them the a

"No wonder she's wanting us to have some ma

"Poor lass," Keith whispered. "She must be worried we'll shame her in front of her mother."

"Makes sense to me," Calum agreed. "We'd best get some ma

"And three more," Keith reminded the soldier. Gabriel was begi

She almost let out a scream but stopped herself in time, letting out a loud gasp instead. She stared up at all the soldiers staring down at her while she struggled to get over her startle.

It took her a minute or two to realize she was stretched out on top of the di

"It was closer than your bed, m'lady," Calum answered. "You swooned," Keith added in case she'd forgotten. "Why didn't you tell us your mother was coming for a visitation?" Niall asked.

Joha