Wee William's Woman, Book Three of the Clan MacDougall Series (52 page)

Believing Duncan’s assessment of the situation to be more than accurate, he agreed.

“Give us a few moments lads,” Wee William said as he headed down the hallway toward Isobel’s chambers. “Tell Angus we’ll be below stairs shortly.”

Twenty-Seven

W
ee William was going to kill him. David was certain of it.

He had only stepped away from Nora’s door long enough to relieve his bladder. When he returned he found the door to her room slightly ajar. At first he was not alarmed to find that Nora was not in her room.
 
He had assumed she had stepped down the hall to see Elise and John. The alarm bells in his head did not go off until he found that neither Elise nor John had seen her.

By the time he had searched the keep from top to bottom only to come up empty handed, his life began to flash before his eyes. He wasn’t ready to die yet, but die he would if he did not find Nora.

“Wee William is going to kill me!” He was declaring this fact to his brother Daniel, as they were heading out of the castle.

“Aye,” Daniel agreed. “It has been nice havin’ ye as me brother all these years.” He was fully prepared to say his goodbyes to his brother. He too had no doubt that Wee William would kill David the moment he learned his wife was missing.

“Where the bloody hell could she be?” David seethed as they made their way through the crowds of people enjoying the festival.

“It makes no sense,” Daniel offered. “She kens that we have no’ yet located Horace. Why would she leave the damned keep?”

David had no answer, just a heavy sense of his own impending death should they not find her.

Nora was furious. She set off to do that which should have been done months ago.
If my current husband cannot kill my former, then I’ll do it myself,
she thought as she made her way around a group of people assembled to watch a man juggling two knives and an apple.

She had the sgian dubh tucked safely inside the pocket of her dress and was currently making her way through all the people who were enjoying the festival. They were all oblivious to her or what she hoped was about to happen.

She spotted Nigel first. He was standing at the end of the stables looking as nervous as Nora felt, with his eyes darting from one place to another. Nora followed his gaze to Donald who stood at the other end of the stables.

Good, she thought. Where there is one Crawford brother, the other is not far away.

Nora wrapped her fingers around her sgian dubh, noting how sweaty her hands were and cursing herself for being so nervous. She convinced herself that she was doing the right thing in seeking out Horace, to kill him before he had a chance to kill her or harm any one else.

For a fleeting moment, she wondered if God would forgive her for what she was about to do, then decided it no longer mattered. The world without Horace Crawford would be a much safer place.

She continued to scan the throngs of people hoping and praying that she would find Horace before he found her. There were so many people milling about that it made her task all the more difficult. But she refused to be disheartened. Neither would she let the mere thought of Horace Crawford terrify her to the point that she threw up.

Nay, she was going to finally be free of him. She was a woman on a mission. A mission to rid the world of the cruel, perverse, uncaring man. She cared not what Wee William, Angus, Aishlinn or anyone else thought of her when they learned she had killed the man who was the bane of her existence. She was willing to risk hanging or imprisonment, even banishment, if she could save just one other woman from the likes of Horace.

Whatever punishment lay in her future would be worth that one moment when she saw the life fade from his eyes. She’d be Horace Crawford’s widow if it was the last thing she did.

Nora began to grow uneasy, for she had walked through the courtyard and grounds twice now, and had not found Horace anywhere. Nigel and Donald hadn’t moved from their posts at the stables. She continued to clutch the tiny dagger as she headed back toward the keep. He had to be here, somewhere. He would not have left without his brothers.

Nora paused next to a stand where a woman was selling her woven wares. As she stood, nervously looking through the crowd for Horace, she felt something small, sharp and pointy press against the small of her back.

“Are you looking for someone in particular, whore?” a voice whispered in her ear as a hand grabbed her arm and squeezed it.

She felt her knees buckle, but held on.

“Aye,” she swallowed, doing her best to hide the fear that came with the sound of his voice and his touch. “I was looking for you, you stinking bastard.” She prayed she sounded fierce, like a Highlander, like a woman who could take care of herself.

Horace made a tisk tisking sound as he pressed the knife more firmly against the small of her back. “You sound like a bloody Scot when you talk that way, Nora. Very unbecoming.”

She wanted nothing more than the take her sgian dubh and thrust it firmly into his throat, but his hand gripped tightly around the arm that held it. Her mind raced for a way out of her current predicament but fell quite short. He’d stab her before she had a chance to do anything.

“Do you wish for John and Elise to live?” Horace asked as he leaned in more closely to her ear. The feel of his hot breath on her skin made her flesh crawl and the nausea to return to her stomach. Fear pricked her skin at the mention of John and Elise. She would die before she let him harm either of them.

It would be worth the sacrifice. She knew that John and Elise were both tucked safely away in Isobel’s chambers. She also knew Horace was not stupid enough to try to get to them. For now, she would let him think she was frightened. She wanted to know
why
on earth he was here.

“I know well that they are here and inside the keep. It would not take much to send Donald up to them. Donald’s had his eye on Elise for a time. Of course, I keep telling him he needs to wait until she is older before he takes her as his own wife. I think one and ten is old enough. What say you?”

Her stomach roiled at the thought of Donald Crawford laying his hands on Elise. If she had to kill both Horace and Donald to stop that from happening, she would.

“If Donald lays one finger on Elise, I’ll kill him with my bare hands.” She didn’t need to
hope
she sounded fierce. She was startled at just how fierce and determined she sounded.

Her words angered Horace. He squeezed his hand more tightly around her arm. “I’m going to kill you, Nora. You know that. One way or another, you’ll die. But first, I want what was stolen from me.”

“What are you talking about? I stole nothing from you.” She wondered briefly if he hadn’t lost his mind.

“I found the hole in the cellar, you stupid bitch! I know something was hidden there. I know it had to be something of great value, or else those stinking Highlanders would not have travelled so far to steal it from me. Now, where is it?”

Nora could not contain her laughter. It escaped before she had the thought to rein it in. She stopped laughing however, the moment he yanked on her arm and pressed the knife so hard against her back, that she felt it rend a tear in her dress. Horace was not in the mood for laughter.

“The treasure they took was more valuable than gold,” Nora bated him. “The value is something that you will never understand, Horace.”

“Quit speaking in riddles and tell me what they took and where it is!” He seethed.

Nora took a deep breath before answering. “The treasures? Nothing more than candlesticks and a trinket box, you fool! The only one who values them is Aishlinn. The Highlanders came to get them for
her,
because they care about her. They love her. And that is what you’ll never understand, Horace, that love means more than all the gold or silver in the world.”

For a moment, Horace felt as though the earth had been pulled from under his feet. He simply could not fathom anyone travelling such a distance and going to so much trouble for mere baubles and trinkets.

“You lie, Nora!”

Nora shook her head. “Nay, Horace, I tell you the truth. They were Laiden’s candlesticks and her trinket box that I kept hidden in the cellar. In case the rumors about Aishlinn had been false. And to keep you from selling them.” Nora knew Horace would never understand such things as love, loyalty, or kindness. His heart, she reckoned, was too black to let even a glimmer of light into it.

His heart began to beat faster. “I do not believe you.”

“That is because you cannot understand it. Not everyone is filled with greed or malice or hatred like you, Horace. I tell you the truth. There are countless treasures in our lives and none of them have a thing to do with gold or silver or coin.”

If he had not feared being killed within moments, he would have stuck his knife through Nora’s back and left her to die. There were far too many people around them to get away with killing her here. Large beads of sweat began to form on his brow while his heart pounded with hatred and fury.

“Horace, I’ve told you the truth of it, I swear on the lives of Elise and John that I have.” Nora told him.

There was no doubt in his mind that Nora spoke the truth. He had sold his farm and everything he had left to his name, and for what? Candlesticks and a trinket box. Memories and baubles. The kinds of things that only a woman would hold dear or priceless.

The fault he would lay at the feet of Nora and Aishlinn, and women in general. Were it not for women, the world would be a far simpler place. He imagined a world where only men roamed above it and women were held below only to be used for breeding purposes. His life would be so much simpler and far better if he could live it without women.

He could feel Nora trembling with fear. Her fear acted as a balm to his wounded pride. Nay, he might not have found the treasure of gold he had come for. Nora might think him incapable of understanding the value of things other than coin and gold but she would be wrong. While she found value in those things he despised the most—love, memories, and kindness—he found value in far darker and more painful pursuits.

“Horace, let me go now and be on your way. You’ll find nothing but your own death if you try to bring harm to any of us here.”

It was Horace’s turn to laugh. “Do you think I am daft? I know the moment I let you go, you’ll cry out and I’ll be dead before I can reach the gate.” He looked toward Nigel and Donald and motioned them to come to him. “Nay,
wife,
I think not.”

An overwhelming sense of dread washed over Nora. Horace was insane and there was no telling what his plans for her were. “Please, Horace, I’ll tell no one you were here, if you’ll just let me go.”
But the moment your back is turned, I’ll run my knife through it again and again until you breathe no more.

Nigel and Donald approached. Nora thought both men looked apprehensive.

“Nigel,” Horace said. “You will stay behind until we are safely beyond these grounds. If Nora makes any attempt at escape or to cry for help, you know what to do.”

Nigel looked as though he had swallowed something quite bitter. “You cannot be serious Horace.” His voice was unsteady.

“I am quite serious. Make your way into the castle. Watch through the windows. If Nora does anything to call attention to us, you will kill both John and Elise.”

Nora felt her heart fall from her chest. It had been quite easy for her to leave her own room unnoticed. What if those men watching John and Elise were as lax in their duties as David had been? She could not risk the possibility that Nigel would be able to find a way to get to the children. In an instant, she made the decision to allow Horace to take her away from the keep. Once they were out of Nigel’s line of vision, she would make her escape.

She remained mute as her fingers continued to tremble with fear. She took slow, deep breaths to keep from throwing up. This was not going as she had planned, but she refused to give up hope. Soon, she told herself, soon she would have the opportunity to run her dagger through his chest. She simply needed to remain calm. As long as she kept her wits about her, she would be able to extricate herself from the situation.