“Thank ye. And how is my sister?” Colin took a drink of ale.
“She enjoyed having Anabel visit, but there is something of importance that I must ask of ye.”
“Aye?”
“Is there anyone who would want to harm my wife?”
Colin stirred uneasily in the chair, and tense lines appeared on his face. “Nay. Why do ye ask?”
There was a heavy moment of silence.
“We were in the woods and someone took aim at her. She bent over just in time as an arrow struck the tree above her head.”
Colin placed his tankard on the desk and sat forward on the edge of his chair. “My father has many enemies,” he said solemnly.
“And I was one of them, but I spoke my vows and I am a man of my word.”
“I am nae accusing ye.”
“Before ye even think of saying the words, my clan wouldnae harm her. I need to know who else would benefit from seeing her injured—or dead.”
Rubbing his hand over his brow, Colin sighed. “Mayhap now is a good time to tell ye the reason for my visit.”
“By all means, enlighten me,” said Alex dryly.
“The MacLeod attempts to raise arms again on Lewis. His Majesty will most definitely nae be pleased. King James’s men havenae traveled this far north, but ’tis only a matter of time before they do. Our men still remain on Lewis, and my father requests a score of your men to help keep the MacLeods under control. When they see the MacKenzies and MacDonells have joined forces, the MacLeod men may think twice before picking up arms against us. We wouldnae want word of the MacLeod starting another uprising to reach His Majesty’s ears.”
Alex tapped his fingers on the desk. “I have heard rumblings about the MacLeods, but I have also heard words of MacKenzie men taking the lives of the innocent.” His eyes studied Colin. “I want to know what ye did to the MacLeods that they attempt to raise arms against ye again. Before I send my men into a battle that isnae our own, I will have the truth.”
“The battle with the MacLeods became your fight once ye wed my sister.” Colin’s response held a note of impatience.
“Be that as it may, I will have the truth.” Alex sat as still as a stone statue, refusing to budge.
Colin sat back in his chair and glanced around the study, his expression becoming somewhat guarded. “My father is a verra determined man.”
“I knew that from his attempts to steal our cattle,” Alex said with sarcasm.
“If His Majesty travels north, all of the power that he bestowed upon the Highland lairds—”
“Ye can spare me the details. I am aware of political matters.”
“We did what was necessary to have the MacLeod surrender.”
“Did ye spill the blood of women and children?”
Colin hesitated and could barely look Alex in the eye. “Aye.”
Curses fell from Alex’s mouth. “Do ye think mayhap the MacLeod wishes to harm Sybella after ye killed his own?”
“It would make sense, but we havenae received word of any MacLeods taking their leave from Lewis,” Colin muttered uneasily.
“Aye, but ye arenae certain.”
“I am nae certain.”
Alex wondered if there would ever be a time when the MacKenzies were not a thistle in his arse. As far as he was concerned, the MacKenzie was no different than the villain who had taken his cousin a few years ago. Then again, Archibald Campbell, the seventh Earl of Argyll, certainly had gotten his recompense. Perhaps it was only a matter of time before the MacKenzie got his.
Clearly dismissing his wife’s brother, Alex stood and downed the last of his ale.
“And what of the men?” asked Colin.
“I will arrange for a score of my men to assist ye in keeping the peace with the MacLeods. Howbeit they will be under my orders nae to kill innocents. That might be the way of the MacKenzie, but ’tisnae the way of the MacDonell.”
Colin ignored his words. “May I have a few moments with my sister before I take my leave?”
“By all means.”
Sybella washed up in her chamber and opened the door to find Colin waiting for her. His expression was grim and he looked tired, worn.
“There is something we need to discuss, Ella.” He brushed past her into the room and gestured for her to close the door. He pulled out a chair in the sitting area and sat down.
“What is amiss?” She sat down on a chair beside him.
“Your husband says someone took a shot at ye with a bow.”
“Aye. The arrow barely missed my head. Praise the saints, I havenae had to look over my shoulder since I have remained inside the castle walls. I pray there isnae anything more to worry about, given that naught untoward has happened since, but I am still verra unsettled. I donna know who would want to kill me.”
“Father has many enemies. I donna know who—”
“Donna be so quick to judge our father, Colin. More than likely the MacDonell has also made a few foes along the way. And whatever ye do, please donna concern Father with this. My husband has me verra well protected. There is naught Father can do that Alexander hasnae done already.”
“I give ye a word of caution nae to walk outside the castle gates alone.”
“Cease your lectures. I have already had my fill of them. Howbeit I will make sure that I have an escort,” said Sybella with an appeasing tone.
“We donna know who is responsible for taking aim at ye. I will have your word that ye will be careful, even within your husband’s gates.”
“Ye have my word.” She raised her hands in mock surrender.
Colin reached out and grabbed her hand. Unspoken pain was alive and glowing in his eyes.
“What is it, Brother? I have a feeling there is something more that ye arenae telling me.”
A gentle smile played on his lips. “Ye know me too well.” He sat back in the chair, looking uncomfortable. “We have battled so many years with the MacDonell.”
Sybella squeezed her fingers over the bridge of her nose. “How many times must we have the same conversation?”
Ignoring her words, Colin continued. “There has always been reiving between us. We take something, they take something. We burnt the MacDonell’s stable to the ground, and in retaliation, they burnt our church.” When she remained silent and didn’t question him further, Colin stood and walked over to the stone fireplace. He placed his hand on the mantel, and for a moment, he was quiet, searching. She’d never seen her brother quite so unnerved.
“There are certain matters of politics which I have sheltered ye from for your own protection.” He remained still, weighing his words. “His Majesty’s forces make their way to Lewis, and Father wants ye to find the stone within a sennight. If the king’s men arrive at Lewis and find the MacLeods arenae under control, His Majesty will strip Father of his power over the isle and mayhap even his position in the Highlands.”
She sat back, momentarily rebuffed.
When Colin spoke again, his voice was calming. “Our conquest on Lewis was the last our seer foretold. Father doesnae want to take the chance of making another move without the seer’s sight and doing something to permanently seal the fate of our clan.”
“Colin, who is this seer?” Sybella stood and approached him.
“I told ye before, it doesnae matter, and for your own safety, ’tis better that ye donna know.” When Sybella scrunched up her face in annoyance, Colin continued. “I know I told ye to wait until ye earned your husband’s trust, but we nay longer have time on our side. Ye can nay longer leave Glengarry without an escort and are now given the perfect opportunity to search for the stone within the walls of the castle.
“Take it room by room, one at a time, and leave naught unturned.” He made a circle with his hands. “Remember the stone is of brown color and about this big around with a hole in the middle. ’Tis also small enough to keep in a jewelry box, a desk drawer, or a hollowed-out book. Search every chamber, everywhere and everything.”