Saving Grace

"He can't go home, m'lady."

"And why not?" she demanded.

"He would tell his laird about the barrels," Keith explained.

"We can't have the noser talking," Bryan interjected.

"Sure as certain he would tell," Niall agreed. "I would tell our laird."

Keith tried to turn the topic then. Joha

"Now, Joha

He was deliberately trying to turn her attention. Her suspicion grew. "I'm not in the mood to sew, m'lord, and I'm not going anywhere until someone answers my question."

Gabriel let out a sigh. "You're a stubborn woman," he remarked.

The soldiers all nodded, for they were obviously in agreement with their laird's evaluation.

The priest decided it was his duty to tell his mistress what had been decided. No one else seemed inclined.

"They're thinking to kill him, lass."

She couldn't believe what she'd just heard. She made the priest repeat himself. Then she let out a gasp, bounded to her feet, and vehemently shook her head.

"Were you in favor of this solution?" she asked her husband.

"He's laird, m'lady," Calum said. "He didn't voice an opinion."

"Our laird waits, you see; and after we've all given our suggestions, he decides for or against."

"He'll veto your sinful idea then," she a

"Why would he do that, m'lady? It's a sound plan," Michael argued.

Gabriel had every intention of denying the vote to kill the noser, for he didn't think it would be honorable to gain the man's assistance and then repay him in such a foul way, but he didn't like the idea of his wife instructing him in his duties. He was also trying to come up with a viable alternative to the problem.

"No one is going to kill the noser."

Several soldiers groaned in protest over her dictate. "But, m'lady, it's the truth this is the very first time all the Maclaurins and all the MacBains have ever agreed on anything," Keith remarked.

Joha

"It seems we are," Calum answered for his laird.

The MacBain soldier had the gall to smile after admitting his future sin.

"So this is how you men repay a favor?"

No one responded to her question. She sca

Joha

"Necessary," he replied.

"It isn't."

She was getting all riled up, and he knew he should calm her by telling her he wasn't going to let any harm come to the noser, but Lord, she was such a joy to watch when she was angry. How had he ever thought her timid? He remembered how she had behaved the first day they'd met. She had been timid then, terrified, too. His gentle little bride had come a long way in a very short while. The changes were all for the good, of course, but he liked to believe he was partially responsible. She hadn't felt safe when she first came to the Highlands, but she certainly felt safe now. She trusted him, too. She wouldn't be ranting and raving at him now if she still feared him.

"I ca

"You make me smile, Joha

She couldn't believe he was giving her compliments now when they were in the middle of a heated debate she was determined to win. He was using trickery, she thought to herself. Aye, that was what he was doing. He wanted to turn her attention with a bit of praise.

She wasn't going to accommodate him. "You make me proud, too," she snapped. "But you still aren't going to kill the noser. I'm putting my foot down, husband, so you'd best give in to me. I won't let up until you do."

She looked ready to kill someone, and he thought he might very well be her target. He couldn't resist goading her just a little bit more. "I've decided to be accommodating about bartering just to please you, but I'm going to have to put both feet down on the issue of the noser."

Several loud grunts of approval followed the laird's statement.

"We can't allow the man to go back home. He'll bring back an army to steal the barrels," Keith explained when her frown settled on him.

"Nay, we can't have that," another Maclaurin shouted.

"She's standing again," Bryan blurted out.

"For the love of…"

The men muttered as they hurried to stand. Joha

She let her husband draw his own conclusion. He was a barbarian, yes, but he was an intelligent one. He would be able to sort it out in his mind and figure out what she was suggesting.

Calum slapped his hand on the tabletop. "By God, she's got a sound plan, Laird."

"It's a little mean-hearted," Keith remarked. "I think I'd rather be killed; but if our mistress is set on keeping the noser alive, I'd have to agree it's a good alternative."

"She's a clever one all right," Auggie a

Joha

He sounded forlorn to her. She let him see her exasperation. " 'Tis the truth I'm not."

His sigh was long and dramatic. "Hell."

She interpreted his blasphemy to mean she'd won. "Thank you," she whispered. "I knew you could be reasonable."

She was so relieved she collapsed back into her chair. The men all sat down again.

"We'll follow your suggestion," Gabriel a

"It's a mean one, but fair." Keith sounded as though he was praising his mistress.

"Mean?" She didn't think Keith was making any sense. The sparkle in Gabriel's eyes didn't make sense either. Was he happy he'd lost the argument?

She glanced over to see how Father MacKechnie was reacting. He should have been smiling over the victory. He wasn't though. He was looking worried again.

Her guard was immediately back up. "Keith, exactly what do you think is mean-hearted?"

"It's a clever plan, m'lady, mean or not," Calum said.

"What plan?"

"The one you just gave us," he answered. "Don't you remember?"

"She does have trouble remembering," Keith remarked. "She can't seem to keep her days straight. Why, even now she's wearing the wrong plaid."

"Will someone please explain my plan to me?"

"We're going to blind him."

Keith gave her the atrocious news. A round of grunts followed.

She jumped to her feet again. The men all immediately joined her.

"I've a plan to tie m'lady to her chair," Auggie muttered. "I'm getting weary of sitting and standing every other minute."

Joha

She realized she'd shouted, of course, and immediately tried to calm herself. Reason, she thought to herself, aye, she would reason with the savages.

"Men, there is always more than one way into a keep," she began, her voice hoarse with control.

"M'lady," Keith interrupted. "We've been over that before. Don't you have it straight in your head yet? We've got us a back door and a front…"