Highlander Unbroken (Highland Adventure Book 8) (11 page)

A sharp knock sounded at the door.

Anna jumped, dropping her spoon onto the tray with a clatter. "Who could that be?"

Tavia shook her head, then hastened to open the door. "M'laird?"

"How is she?" he demanded, his voice rough.

Anna froze. Heavens! Neacal had come to see her?

"She is breaking her fast." Tavia pulled the door open wide, allowing him entrance.

Anna's hands flew up to her disheveled hair. She must look a fright. Her eyes felt swollen from sleeping so hard.

"You're feeling better then, Mistress Douglas?" he asked, his sharp blue gaze moving over her face, no doubt noticing every horrid detail.

She lowered her face, staring into the porridge. "Aye."

"I'm glad. You had all of us worried."

"'Twas simply something I ate," she blurted, hoping he would leave and give her time to wash her face, dress and brush her hair. How mortifying that such a handsome man would see her at her untidy worst. "I'm well now."

"Good. I'll be seeing you later, then." He bowed and left.

Tavia closed the door and returned to the bed, a smug smile on her face as she studied Anna.

"What?" Saints, how Anna's face burned. She hated blushing!

"He visits no one else in the castle who is sick."

"Are there a lot of sick people here?"

Tavia gave a wry grin. "You ken what I mean, lass. The laird is mighty concerned over your health. More so than anyone else's."

"Well… he's a gentleman."

Tavia raised a brow. "Indeed. And he certainly caused the pink to return to your cheeks."

Anna lifted her hands to cover her scorching cheeks. "Argh. I must look dreadful this morn. How embarrassing for him to see me in such a mess."

Tavia chuckled.

Anna saw no humor in it. She was in a fix now. She could no longer use the excuse of illness to avoid the great hall. If she did, Neacal would be in here to check on her every quarter hour. Besides, she could not lie to him. With his astute eye, he would see right through her. She didn't want to take him from his important visitors. Well, she did actually… but she couldn't be so selfish. He wasn't hers. He might very well have already found a bride.

"Do you think he will wed any of the young ladies?" Anna asked.

"Nay." Tavia sat down on the wooden stool by the bed.

"You answered that quickly."

She shrugged. "I know him."

"What about the newest arrivals? The Hamiltons. One of them might catch his fancy."

Tavia shook her head. "He paid the lasses no mind. When you didn't show up to sing last night, he asked me where you were. I told him you were not feeling well. The only way I could keep him from coming up here was to tell him you were asleep. Then he made me promise to check on you every two hours and let him know if you became worse. So I did."

"Good heavens," Anna whispered, feeling even more horrible for her deception. "I'm sorry I put you to so much trouble. You got no sleep last night."

"I got plenty. Do not fash yourself. Now you're better, thanks be to God. Everyone will look forward to hearing you sing this night," Tavia said. "And I'm certain you'll be glad to get back to singing. You seem to enjoy it so much."

Anna nodded and forced herself to take another bite of porridge. Her stomach knotting more with each moment that passed, she put down the spoon. She knew not what to do, but she had to make a decision soon. She felt panicked and the walls of the small room closed in upon her. She could never allow the bastard Blackburn to find her. Because of his fury at her for evading him all this time, he might kill her… but he would rape, beat, and torture her first. What life she had left, she had to live on her own.

She had to leave here.

Although she treasured Neacal and his concern for her, she felt trapped of a sudden. She couldn't get out of singing this night. Then, as soon as Chief Hamilton saw her, he would recognize her. When word got back to Blackburn, he would show up here.

***

By suppertime, Anna had secretly collected enough food for a few days' travel. She stuffed two apples, hard yellow cheese, bread, and leftover bannocks into her sack. She had very few belongings—a few clothes, a comb, a flute, and five silver coins saved from her earnings. She would have to leave her violin behind. Eli and the others would take care of it for her. Still, 'twas difficult to pack and ready herself for travel without Harriet, Tavia or anyone else knowing of it.

Tears burned her eyes at the realization she would have to depart without saying goodbye to Neacal. Or Tavia.

She also hated to leave her musician friends, but it would be too difficult for all of them to slip out together. Besides, they liked it here and didn't want to leave. Eli was not able to travel much on foot, anyway. In a few weeks, she would return, look out from the hill and see if Chief Hamilton's galleys were gone. If they were, she would come back inside.

That's what she told herself anyway, to make her departure easier, and she prayed it would be true. She didn't want to leave. She loved it here at Bearach, for the food was good and the company was better, but she couldn't risk discovery. Even if she had to hide out in a cave for a month, she would prefer it to being captured by Blackburn.

She couldn't ask for Neacal's help. He would want to know the whole story and she was unprepared to tell him she might be wed, though illegally. Besides, she wouldn't drag him into her battle. He'd suffered enough from his own.

While Neacal was busy with his guests in the great hall, Anna descended the servants' stairs and lurked about the kitchen doorway. The room was chaos. Mistress Pottenger shouted to the various servants, who rushed around. Anna slipped along the edge of the room. Thankfully, she had already eaten her supper early, in the kitchen, so she would be ready to sing as the clan was finishing their meals in the great hall. Of course, she was not actually going to sing, but she acted as natural as possible while doing her usual routine.

After noticing a large meat carving knife lying on a table, she surveyed everyone around. Seeing no one watching, she slipped the knife off the table and into her pack. She might need it to defend herself. Her wee dirk was again sheathed on her calf, but she might have need of a larger one. As she'd seen when she'd stabbed Farquar, the small knife had only made him angrier. 'Twould be difficult to kill a large man with a tiny dagger. The aim would have to be perfect. With a larger knife, she could do more damage. And she fully intended to protect herself on this journey.

Anna crept out the kitchen door into the vegetable garden, then proceeded around the side of the castle. The bailey was near empty with everyone inside for the meal.

She had been paying attention to the weather all day and thankfully no rain fell. Only a few white clouds, resembling clumps of wool, floated through the sky as the sun descended in the lavender-blue sky.

At the portcullis, she told the guards she was going to Bearach village nearby.

Dressed as a servant, with her oldest black cloak covering her
arisaid
, along with the cowl over her head, Anna passed through the gates without a question from the guards.

She could not hide in Bearach Village. 'Twas too small and close to the castle. Surely she would have time to reach Acharacle before nightfall. According to Tavia 'twas three or four miles away. She would ask for directions in the village.

If possible, Anna would stay in Acharacle for a few weeks, or 'haps travel by galley to Glenfinnan, and then return to Bearach later. By then, the Hamilton clan should've taken their leave, especially if Neacal refused to marry any of the young ladies, as Tavia had predicted.

But what if he didn't refuse? What if he found one of them attractive and was married by the time Anna returned? Her heart sank. But it couldn't matter to her. Neacal was far beyond her reach.

When she saw a scruffy man outside the tavern in the village, she paused. "Can you tell me how to get to Acharacle?"

"Aye, 'tis to the south." He pointed. "Just follow the trail about three miles. Turn right at the fork and cross the bridge."

"I thank you." She easily found the well-worn trail not far from the cliffs and walked as briskly as possible and sometimes trotted, but could she reach the village before dark?

***

Where the devil was Anna? Neacal's gaze searched the great hall as the rest of the musicians played the third song of the night. Anna should've been here by now. That morn, she'd seemed fine, recovered from whatever illness she'd had. But he had not seen her since then.

After excusing himself from his guests who sat with him at the high table, he arose from his chair and went in search of either Anna or Tavia. Dunn followed closely on his heels. Anna's room was empty and so was Tavia's.

Where could they be? Had Anna gotten worse? A prickle of unease crawled up his spine, telling him something was amiss.

In the servants' corridor, he saw no one. He entered the kitchen where several sat around a table eating. Eyes wide, they all shot to their feet when he entered, then bobbed curtsies.

"Where is Tavia?" he asked.

"Seeing to wee George, the son of one the clansmen. He has a fever," one of the maids named Ivy answered.

"Has anyone seen Mistress Douglas?"

"I saw her pass through the kitchen earlier," another maid said.

"Did she go outside?"

"Aye, but I don't know if she came back in."

Damnation. She was going to get herself into trouble again. After thanking them, he exited the kitchen and proceeded to the shed behind the stables, but 'twas empty.

"Where is she, Dunn?"

The dog sniffed the ground, then perked his ears and glanced around. Obviously, she was not here.

In quick strides, Neacal crossed the bailey and when he reached the guard tower, he went inside where two guards were stationed. "Did a woman leave within the last hour or two?" he asked the one everyone called Badger, because of his bushy black and white beard.

"Aye, chief, several women did. Servants who live in the village."

"Was one of them Mistress Douglas?" Neacal could not believe how tense his shoulders were. They were starting to ache from his old injuries combined with his unease over finding Anna before she got into another scrape.

"Who? Oh, the lass what sings so pretty?"

"Aye."

Badger shook his head. "I don't reckon. She's so bonny I would've noticed."

"Wait… there was one," Miller, the younger guard, said. "I didn't see her face. You were gone to relieve yourself," he said to Badger.

"What did you see?" Neacal asked, his heart rate accelerating.

"She wore an old, tattered cloak, had her head covered and was bent like an old crone. She carried a sack over her shoulder."

"Damnation. I wager that was her." Why was Anna being so deceptive and sneaking around?

"What should we do? Send out the garrison," Badger asked.

"Nay. That would frighten her. How long ago did you see her?"

"About an hour ago," Miller said. "She said she was going to the village."

Neacal nodded. "I'll take Dunn and he'll find her in a trice. Don't tell anyone I've gone."

Badger frowned. "What about your bodyguards?"

"I'll let you in on a secret—I need no bodyguards. 'Tis likely, if we ran into conflict, I would have to protect them."

The two laughed. 'Haps he was insulting his bodyguards, but 'twas the price he had to pay for alleviating these two guards' concern for his safety. Besides, Neacal was a more highly skilled soldier than any of his men, bodyguards or otherwise.

"Though I doubt I'll need them, could you bring me a bow and two dozen arrows from the armory?" Neacal already wore his sword, dirk and three
sgian dubh
knives. While Miller retrieved the weapons, Neacal had the stable lad to saddle his black horse, Swain. Once that was completed, he mounted.

"Come, Dunn."

"Will you be back before dark?" Miller asked, handing him the bow and quiver full of arrows.

"Aye, if I find her in the village." Neacal hoped he could as he rode through the gates. But more, he hoped he found Anna before she ran into highwaymen or outlaws. Why on earth would she leave the castle walls close to dark, or anytime for that matter? He couldn't understand her. Obviously, she had far more secrets than he'd imagined.

Leaving the portcullis behind, he urged the horse into a gallop. He doubted Anna was running. He would catch up with her in no time. If she was in Bearach Village, finding her should be easy.

He slowed as he approached the community, then asked four different villagers if they'd seen a blond woman in a tattered cloak. Within minutes, he learned she was headed south toward Acharacle. Why the devil would she go there? He doubted she knew anyone in the area. Was she running from something or someone?

Once they left Bearach Village, Swain galloped along the narrow trail. Although Neacal was eager to find Anna posthaste, the wind in his hair gave him a sense of heightened exhilaration for a moment. He'd been cooped up too long behind the castle's walls. Was Anna the same way? Did she have wanderlust in her veins?