Chapter Eleven #5
The captain turned and walked swiftly across the yard.
He reached up toward Bonnie. Her sister swallowed another whimper as she placed her hand in the man’s.
Relief showed on her face. The captain led her away from the mare, while Cameron’s men looked at their leader.
He stared at her while tucking the marriage license back into his doublet. He patted it in warning.
“I understand that Warwickshire is as busy as Sterling. I bid you good journey.”
Anne glared at Cameron. His gaze moved to Bonnie. Lust danced in his eyes but he tossed his head when Anne stepped slightly in front of her sister.
“True.” He swung up into the saddle. Aiming a hard look at her, he turned around, grabbing the reins to Bonnie’s mare. He and his men quit the yard quickly.
“He’ll come back for me.” Bonnie’s voice was hollow. “He promised…promised to do terrible things to me.”
“Do not think of it,” Anne whispered in her sister’s ears as Helen watched them. The senior maid frowned.
“Ye look as though ye didnae sleep a wink last night, child.”
Anne welcomed the distraction. “Aye, it does seem that traveling does not agree with young Bonnie. Will you please take her to the bath house, Helen? I believe she needs a bit of comforting from your skilled hands.”
“But…” Bonnie began.
“Hush now, Bonnie. There is no one better than Helen. She has taken such good care of me. I feel almost guilty.”
Helen beamed under her praise. She proudly took Bonnie’s hand.
“Follow me and we’ll see you feeling fresh and new.”
Anne followed them up the steps but continued on up to the second floor chamber that had been hers for so short a time.
She would never forget it.
Tears stung her eyes and she let them fall.
She knew what she had to do. In her heart she knew that it would be better to face Philipa than watch Bonnie ride away with Cameron.
The Church held more authority than either Queen Elizabeth or King James.
The proxy marriage license would be respected in either country.
Even if the captain of the guard disliked the union, he could not prevent Cameron from taking Bonnie.
At least not without a mark on her to prove that the man was a beast.
Aye, Cameron was as evil as Philipa. Both knew how to choose their threats well.
She looked at the bed and more tears fell.
But this time she was happy. Running her fingers across the coverlet, she smiled for the joy that she’d known there.
No one could ever wipe it away from her mind.
Grasping one of the pillows, she shoved it beneath the coverlet.
Pulling on the bedding, she rumpled it to look as though she were sleeping.
Jerking the bed curtains closed, she left only a small opening at the foot of the bed.
She needed time to make it far enough away from Sterling. The McJames’ retainers would not cross into England without their lord.
Sitting down, she wrote a last letter to Brodick. Telling him at last about their child and how happy her heart was to carry his babe. She sealed the letter, confident that her babe would return to Sterling and his rightful place.
That was the greatest gift a mother might give. It was the thing that prompted many a noble daughter to marry without love. The knowledge that her child would have a better life.
She wrapped another surcoat over the one she was wearing and left.
The yard was full of busy labor. But it was the young McJames’ captain that she had to escape the watch of now.
He was instructing a younger lad with a bow, showing the boy how to aim.
They let the arrow fly and it soared over the stable.
With a good-natured laugh, the captain climbed onto the roof to seek the arrow out.
Anne hurried out of the gate while he was distracted, searching along the thatched roof for the arrow shaft.
If fortune favored her, he would never know that she had descended from her chamber.
There were many on the road. Carts full of newly cut grass and goods.
She was merely one more walking with the others, her woolen surcoat blending with the tartans of the others.
The bells did not ring. She kept walking, hugging to her heart the knowledge that Bonnie was safe. Her child kicked and she walked faster, determined to see him born legitimate.
Helen peeked into the chamber that night. Lifting a hand to her lips, she cautioned the maids to be quiet. Pointing them toward the fireplace, she stepped lightly across the floor to retrieve the letter.
Bonnie stood quietly on the steps, waiting to be told what to do.
Helen did not worry that the mistress had retired early.
Her time was growing near, the babe taking more of her energy.
News from her mother had no doubt made her teary as well.
Tomorrow she’d try to keep the mistress away from herding geese.
Soon it would be time to have Agnes moved into Sterling.
The arrival of first babes was always hard to anticipate, but if the mistress was taking to her bed, the time must be growing near.
Motioning to the maids, she hurried them from the chamber. The fire popped and crackled. Helen shut the door to leave the mistress in peace.
“Och now, she’s sleeping already. I’ll see to settling ye and ye may spend tomorrow chatting.”
Bonnie let the kind hands of the maid shepherd her to a bed. Horror and fatigue made it impossible to think. All that mattered was that she and Anne were sleeping someplace far removed from Cameron. She fell into a fretful sleep.