Chapter Three #2
“Exactly. E’en worse, ye are refusing to cower and let fear move ye to just hand him what he demands, mayhap e’en flee this place.
Ye have every intention of holding Glencullaich for your son.
Now ye have brought in more men, ones he doesnae ken the strength and skill of.
” Harcourt slowly shook his head. “That must be feeding his anger as weel.”
“Why would he e’er think I would just hand him my child’s inheritance and scurry away without complaint?” she asked, certain she had never done anything to give Sir Adam the idea that she was such a coward.
“It may be what he is accustomed to having women do.” He shook his head.
“It does us little good to try and understand the why of his unreasonable claims and demands. All that matters to us is making verra sure he doesnae get what he wants and that he doesnae hurt anyone before we put an end to his fool game.”
“That is something I can stand behind. Joan has suggested that I write to Sir Adam’s father and tell him what the man is doing.”
Harcourt frowned and slowly tapped his fingers against the table. “Do ye think it will be that easy to solve this? That the mon’s father can stop him?”
“Nay, not truly. Yet, what harm would be done to try it?”
“Ye dinnae believe the father is making Sir Adam try and gain hold of this place?”
It was a good question, she thought as she slowly cut up an apple.
“I dinnae truly ken the mon but I would think he would be here himself, making his own demands or standing right behind his son. The few times I did meet him, he was a verra forceful mon. Sir William was always demanding, always expecting a lot of favors of David, and someone ye were pleased didnae come verra often.”
“Sounds like a mon who would do his own work and nay one to hand it to a younger son. Aye, do write to the father if ye wish to. Now or later. It cannae hurt. I just wouldnae expect much help against his son. He may nay be hand in hand with Sir Adam and his plans, but what ye just said makes me think he wouldnae mind at all if his son got what he was after.”
She nodded and inwardly sighed. David had been cursed in his kinsmen.
Annys had always believed that she had been but, although unfeeling and stern, her family had ne’er tried to gain any more than the marriage settlement and a connection with the MacQueens through marriage.
They had come to Benet’s christening, congratulated her on doing her duty, and then left.
They had come to David’s funeral, suggested she make certain she did not lose what was the heir’s, and then left.
She doubted her fear for her child, and herself, would be enough to bestir them to offer her any help.
David’s kin, however, had been persistent in attempting to get all they possibly could from him.
One of them showed up at nearly every season claiming poor harvests, cold winters, too many mouths to feed, and all manner of disasters in order to get a donation of some food or stock from David.
Cloth was another thing they were often after.
She still felt David had always been too generous with those people.
Finding some of what they had given his kin for sale at a market near their home had angered her, but David had continued to supply them when they asked.
She began to think he had done it to keep any of them from trying to just take what they wanted.
Needing a rest from all the talk of Sir Adam, David, and the threats to her and Benet, Annys excused herself and went to the solar.
A letter to Sir Adam’s father could wait.
She needed to lose herself in the mindless work of mending and sewing.
It could be thought cowardly of her but she did not care.
For just a little while she wanted to pretend all was as it had been.
Quiet, prosperous, and even happy despite the fact that her husband was a friend and not a lover.
“She doesnae like this,” murmured Nathan after Annys was gone.
“Who would?” asked Harcourt.
“I mean that she doesnae like the changes. From all I have gathered this was always a peaceful place. They have enough for their needs plus enough to sell and put some coin in their purses. They are out of the way of any army or reiver, have ne’er been in the middle of a feud, and appear to have ne’er drawn the attention of the Crown.
The homes and lands are in fine shape, the people content, clean, and nay hungry.
’Tis near unreal it is so, weel, content and quiet.
Then comes this fool thinking he has some claim on it all.
Little troubles start to enter this wee paradise.
Then we all come, weel-armed and ready to fight.
Aye, I believe it is hard for her to settle into the fight that will be needed to end this. ”
“Do ye think she will balk, mayhap e’en try to bargain with the mon?”
“Nay, I just think that she will need a nudge to put an end to it all. She is a clever lass. She kens weel that there really is only one way for this to end. That fool will have to die. He willnae let this go any other way.”
“True. Did ye hear if they have any allies that may be of use?”
“Nay. They have allies, but nay ones with that bond. Ne’er needed such a bond, did they.
If people dinnae ride right past them, they come to the market and help fill their coffers.
I havenae heard one story of any battle or feud or attack.
Nay anything that doesnae begin with saying back in my father’s father’s father’s time or even further back.
Which explains why the men are trained, but nay like most of us, we who live in places where trouble comes to visit now and then. ”
“Nor have I heard of any trouble ere this,” said Callum. “Most of the anger at Sir Adam, and there is a lot of that, comes from how he has, weel, disturbed their lives.” Callum grinned. “’Tis nay something I have e’er confronted before.”
Harcourt sipped his wine and considered all they had told him.
They were right. Glencullaich was odd in its way.
It was as if the whole place had been plucked out of the midst of the world’s troubles and tucked in these hills, out of sight and out of mind.
David had been well known in court circles as well as those of the learned.
Yet he stayed here for most of the year, quiet and out of the way.
Harcourt was not sure he would want to be so sheltered.
A tug on his shirt drew him out of his thoughts. He looked down to find Benet next to his seat, an apple in his dirty hand. The boy’s golden brown eyes peered at him through black curls that refused to stay in place.
“Can ye cut my apple with your knife, sir?” the boy asked.
Harcourt glanced at the hand Benet pointed to and realized he had been twirling his knife in his fingers as he had been thinking. He almost smiled. His mother had always smacked him on the back of the head for doing that.
“Aye, hand it over.”
“I like thin slices,” Benet said as Harcourt began to core the apple.
“Those are better for eating,” said Harcourt, placing the apple on a small plate to cut it into slices.
“Joan says I cannae run about like a stray dog anymore. She said I have to have someone stay with me all the time.”
“Ah, aye, ye do.” He nudged the plate toward Benet.
“Why?” the boy asked around a slice of apple.
“Because there is a bit of trouble here now and we dinnae wish ye to get harmed while we work to stop it.”
“’Tis just some stealing. I am nay a cow or sheep. No one would steal me.”
“They might. Best we make sure ye are nay alone and easy to steal. Aye?”
“Mayhap.”
Harcourt did not have to see the slight pout to the boy’s lips to know Benet did not like the new restrictions. “It will make your mother happy.”
“Why?”
“She willnae worry about ye as much as she is right now. It will only be for a little while and then all will be as it was before.”
“Because ye are going to gut the bastard?”
It was not easy but Harcourt ignored the choked laughter of his companions. “Best not to speak so to your mother.” When the boy nodded, he added, “We will stop Sir Adam and make him go away. That is our plan.”
Benet nodded again, grabbed up the last few slices of apple, and ran out of the hall.
Harcourt shook his head. The ones who would have to watch the boy were going to have to be very alert and fast-footed.
The boy did not like the idea of being restricted in any way and that would make the job of watching him even harder.
“He will fight against the leash we put on him,” said Callum.
Harcourt nodded. “Just as I was thinking. And so says Nicolas. Warn everyone picked to guard him closely. He may nay e’en slip the leash intentionally, merely out of habit.
The lad has ne’er been held back because everywhere he went there were ones watching o’er him but only gently as one would do with any wee lad.
Now, with someone within the clan giving aid to Sir Adam, that peaceful freedom needs to be reined in. ”
“We will make certain everyone understands that,” said Nathan. “That will mean the one helping Sir Adam will ken it, too, but that may nay be a bad thing.”
Satisfied that the whole of Glencullaich would soon understand that a very close watch needed to be kept on their future laird, Harcourt decided to wander around the keep and make certain there were no weak spots.
Sir Adam would not continue simply trying to push Annys into a corner, to make her walk away, for long.
The time for an open attack, to take what he coveted by open force, was drawing near.
Glencullaich needed to be prepared for that.