She kicked her mount to continue to the only place where she knew she’d be accepted.
Kintail.
John called out to the daft lass, but she rode through the gates of Glengarry like the hounds of hell nipped at her heels. He turned and yelled at one of his men.
“Go after her! Bring her back!”
One of the guards charged out of the gate after Lady MacDonell, and John shook his head. As they had agreed, the lass went to speak with Alex to tell him about the stone and Lewis. And from the looks of things, John had a fairly good idea of what had happened.
He found Alex in the first place he looked, sitting behind his father’s desk with a tankard of ale. John closed the door behind him.
“Already ye are in your cups?”
“She took the stone.”
John sat down. “I know. Ye had me follow her, remember?”
“Where is it?”
John paused and his eyes narrowed. “Your wife didnae tell ye?”
Alex sat back and rubbed his hand through his hair. “Of course she didnae. She told me she threw it into the loch.”
“She did.” Alex was silent for a moment and John sat forward. “What exactly did she tell ye?”
Alex shrugged. “I did most of the talking. After a while, I could nay longer listen to her lies.”
“And did your wife tell ye that she loves ye?”
Alex smirked. “I donna know what she said. If she did say that, it was spoken conveniently after I caught her in another one of her lies.”
“I want ye to listen to me verra carefully, Alex. I love ye as a brother, but sometimes ye are naught more than a daft fool.”
Twenty
Sybella rode into the bailey of her family home. For some reason, the formidable, gray stone castle was not as welcoming as she remembered it being. With not a single tear left within her to cry, she handed her mount to the stable hand and simply walked into the great hall.
Everyone was seated in time for sup, and they all looked up and spotted her at the same time. She merely stood frozen in the entrance, dirty and defeated, as Colin raced toward her.
“Ella, what are ye doing here? What has happened?”
“I’ve come home, Brother.”
He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Where is the MacDonell?”
“He doesnae come. ’Tis too late, Colin. He knows everything.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Colin wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Come in, Ella. I cannae believe ye traveled all this way by yourself.”
She dropped her lashes quickly to hide the hurt. “I’ve taken one of my husband’s prized mounts. Please have one of the men see the horse returned to Glengarry at once.”
“Donna worry about that now.”
Her father approached her. “My dearest daughter, we didnae expect ye. What are ye doing here?”
She glanced to the end of the table to see that Mary’s expression was one of concern. Sybella lowered her gaze and looked back at her father. “I have come home.” Knowing her anguish peaked to shatter the last shreds of her control, no other words came to mind.
Mary rose and hugged Sybella. “I have missed ye. Why donna I have a bath drawn for ye, and we will get ye something to eat and drink.” Mary rubbed her hand gently up and down Sybella’s back.
“Where is the MacDonell? Surely ye didnae come alone. I have arranged for his passage to Lewis,” said her father.
All Sybella could do was give her sire a blank stare. This was entirely his fault. Because of his machinations, she lost the love of her life. And she found the only place she was welcomed was in her own personal hell, and of course under her father’s roof, which was basically one and the same.
Colin shook his head. “Nae now, Father. We must take care of Ella.”
Mary guided Sybella to her chamber and neither one of them spoke. Mary opened the door and Sybella sat down in a trancelike state on her old bed. The men carried in the tub and the steaming buckets of water, and Sybella didn’t even notice they had departed until Mary helped her undress.
Sybella’s mind was numb as she lowered herself into the tub. Even the warm water didn’t help to soothe her nerves. For once, Mary must have sensed Sybella’s unease because she left her to her own devices—although, the woman showed her concern and returned with a nightrail and a tray of food.
Mary sat down on the bed and smiled with compassion. “What has happened, Sybella?”
Her voice broke miserably. “I betrayed my husband.”
Instead of chastising Sybella like Mary always did, Sybella’s cousin-by-marriage merely sat and listened. In truth, Sybella needed a friend, or at least one person who did not judge her. She’d forgotten what that felt like.
“Do ye know our clan has a seer?” asked Sybella, her voice sounding distant.
Mary’s mouth dropped open. “A seer? Nay. Who?”
Sybella shrugged. “I donna know.”
“What does this have to do…How did ye betray the MacDonell?”
Sybella rubbed her hands over her face. “Several years ago when Alexander’s father burnt our church, he stole our seer’s sacred stone. This seer apparently could foretell the future with this stone, and the last he foretold was Father’s success on Lewis.”
Mary stared wordlessly.
“Father and Colin knew Alexander’s father held the stone, and when the MacDonell died, Father arranged for me to wed Alexander. But what Alexander thought to be an alliance formed between MacKenzies and MacDonells was naught more than another MacKenzie scheme to steal back the stone.”
Sybella rubbed the wet cloth up and down her arm.
“Father’s man shot an arrow aimed for my head so that Alexander would keep me within the walls of Glengarry to search for the stone. When I took too long to find it, Father’s man tried to kill my husband. The man was captured and wore the MacLeod tartan to make it look like the MacLeod was responsible. At any rate, Alexander was to travel to Lewis to kill the MacLeod because of Father. Now my husband knows all and I betrayed him.”
“Sybella, I cannae believe what ye speak is true. How could your father do this? How could your father expect ye to do this? The MacDonell is your husband.”
“Alexander nay longer cares what becomes of me. I am only another deceitful MacKenzie in his eyes.”
Mary knelt beside the tub and touched Sybella’s shoulder. “I donna know what to say.”
“There is naught left to say. I am home where I belong. I deserve my fate.” Sybella rose from the tub and grabbed the drying cloth. She donned her nightrail and took a sip of mulled wine from the tray that Mary had brought.
Sybella raised her eyes to find Mary watching her.
“Praise the saints. Ye love him.”
“It doesnae matter. I mean naught to him.”
Mary wrapped her arms around Sybella. “All this time and ye finally found love. Tha mi duilich.”I am sorry.
Sybella’s head was bowed into Mary’s shoulder, her body bent over in despair. Again, she was assaulted by her sick yearning for the husband who no longer wanted her and who could never love her.
She was nothing.
Nothing but a MacKenzie.
“If what ye say is true, why wouldn’t she tell me?” Alex continued to pace in his study.
John smirked. “Hell, did ye even give the lass a chance? Ye barely let her speak and were verra quick to judge.”