"Come and join me, child, don't stand there making me look up at you. I shall tell you the news Raen heard when he was out riding yesterday. I worry when he goes out alone like that, of course, although I know he can take care of himself. Still, it isn't safe to go anywhere alone. I'm not worried about him today, though. There were three others who stopped on their way north. He'll be safe with them."
"The news, mi'lady? How did he hear news if he was riding alone yesterday?"
Euphemia needed several minutes to think about the question before she finally remembered. "As fortune would have it, he spotted a unit of soldiers on their way south. Raen knew two of the men and of course stopped to speak to them."
Brenna remembered that on her way here, Connor had avoided all of the well-trodden paths in favor of cutting through the forest, because he hadn't wanted to encounter anyone.
"I thought Connor might be interested to hear that Laird MacNare's going to get married after all. I pity the woman."
"I also pity her, mi'lady," she whispered, aching for the poor woman's future.
"I doubt he'll treat her kindly. Still, one can always hope. Now what was her name? I remember she's from England."
Where she was from really wasn't important to Brenna. All that mattered was that the poor woman would surfer a terrible fate if something wasn't done.
"Is it too late?" she asked.
"Do you mean to ask me if she's already with MacNare?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe so. The wedding won't take place for several weeks according to what Raen told me. Of course, there's always the chance MacNare will change his mind and send for her sooner."
"Then there's probably still time," Brenna said. "And MacNare might change his mind altogether and decide not to marry her," she added.
"You shouldn't get your hopes up, child. MacNare sounds like a determined man."
"Did Raen find out who the woman is?"
"Yes, but I can't seem to remember now. Age, you see."
Brenna nodded. "Yes, of course."
"It was a peculiar name. I remember thinking so when Raen told me the name. Perhaps it will come to me," she added with a shrug of indifference. "It's a pity Raen left so soon. He would have wanted to pay his respects to Hugh. My son is an extremely thoughtful man. Word will reach him, of course."
"Would he turn around and come back?" Brenna asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice.
"Perhaps, depending on when he hears the news," she answered. "He would feel it was his duty to stand by the gravesite with the other lairds, but he might be too late. If the others have all gone back home, what's the point? I do hope he hears in time, because I'm certain he'll be missed if he doesn't go."
"But Raen isn't a laird, is he?"
"He will be laird very soon now," she snapped.
"Yes," Brenna quickly agreed to placate the woman. "If he does hear about Hugh in time, would he stop here on his way?"
"It would be the thoughtful thing to do," she answered. "There wouldn't be time before the burial, but he might make time on his way back north. Do you find this possibility unsettling? You look upset."
"I was just wondering when Connor would be back. I have a problem I wish to discuss with him."
"If something is wrong, Brenna, you shouldn't bother your husband. You should come to me for counsel. Is this not so?"
She decided to test the water. "And if this problem concerns your son?"
"Then you most certainly must come to me. I'm his mother, for heaven's sake, and I could possibly settle this… dispute… before it goes any farther."
"Mi'lady, I doubt I'll ever be alone with Raen again, so the problem…"
Euphemia cut her off. "Alone with Raen? Explain what you mean, child. Are you afraid of my son?"
Brenna hesitantly nodded. "He has tried to, that is, he tried to take advantage of… by grabbing hold of me and brushing up against my… and when I asked him to let go of me, he wouldn't listen to me. He said very inappropriate…"
"Enough," Euphemia snapped. Her eyes blazed with anger, yet
Brenna couldn't tell if the mother's fury was directed at her or her son.
A moment later, Euphemia's attitude underwent a radical change, and she actually looked amused. Brenna found her smile as unsettling as her anger.
"My son's smitten with you, child. It's as simple as that. Raen was always one to pity the poor unfortunates. When he was a boy, he chose the runt of the litter to raise as his own. I'm not suggesting you are an unfortunate, but Raen and I have both noticed Connor's rather cold attitude toward you. I believe that in time, once you've been properly trained to be a good wife, your husband will soften toward you. I noticed he seemed happy to have you at his table last night."
Brenna wondered what Euphemia would think if she told her she had asked Connor to act affectionate. She could understand why his stepmother would think he wasn't happy. Connor had been rather distant toward her in the past, but he had already changed his attitude, kissed her several times as a matter of fact, in plain view of all of his followers. Still, Euphemia hadn't witnessed her stepson's change of heart.
"What about Raen?" she asked.
Euphemia patted her hand. "Are you certain you aren't exaggerating this in your mind?"
"Yes, I'm not exaggerating."
Euphemia pondered the problem for a long minute before saying, "I'm sure you realize that because Raen is your husband's brother, he is just as important. I suggest you do whatever my son wants you to do. As mistress, you must see to his every request, for he is master of this keep whenever Connor is away."
Brenna was outraged. "Are you telling me I should…"
Euphemia interrupted her once again. "Respect his wishes at all times," she announced with a nod. "Surely you realize your value, for I find it difficult to believe women in England are treated any different by their men. You should be honored by Raen's attention. If the king of England favored you, would you turn your back on him? No, of course you wouldn't. I understand how confusing it all is to you. You're very young and tend to overreact.
I wouldn't mention this to Connor, though. He would be furious if you spoke any harsh word against my son. Have faith in… Why, that's the woman's name. Faith. I told you it was odd…" Her gaze slid over to Brenna and her eyes narrowed. "I believe the girl is one of Baron Haynesworth's daughters."
"MacNare plans to marry Faith? Mi'lady, are you certain it was Baron Haynesworth's daughter? For he is my father too."
"I am," she answered.
Brenna vehemently shook her head. "My father would have learned from his mistake by now. He wouldn't send his youngest to such a demon."
"Will that matter?" Euphemia asked. "Once a bargain's struck, it cannot be undone. MacNare won't be denied. It's rather clever of him, isn't it? He must hate you as well as Connor by now, and what better way to get even than to take something that's so precious to you? He'll take Faith by force if he must," she added with a nod. "At least that's what I would expect him to do."
"No," Brenna cried out.
Euphemia patted her hand. "It's a pity, but there really isn't anything you can do about it, is there?"
"She cannot marry him. Someone has to…"
"Lower your voice, Brenna. Ladies don't shout," she said, yet with the very next breath she did that very thing to get Netta to come into the hall.
"I believe she's in the kitchens," Brenna whispered.
"No, she isn't. I sent her upstairs to clean my chamber. Ah, there she is. Netta, how many times must I tell you? When I'm in the hall, you must stay near the door in the event I need you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, mi'lady," Netta answered. Her attention was riveted on her laird's wife now. "Is something wrong, Lady Brenna?"