Chapter 4 #2
Enos spat on the ground. “I say burn that witch.”
“Aye,” the men shouted in unison. “Burn the witch. Burn the witch.”
“Burn the witch and her ugly shoes, too!” Enos shouted.
Braden frowned at him.
“Well, they are ugly,” Enos said defensively.
Braden growled deep in his throat before he raised his voice again to the gathered imbeciles. “Would all of you stop! First you want to kill my brother, and now you’re after Maggie. And her shoes. Is there anything short of bloodshed that would bring this matter to a conclusion?”
The pack of idiots actually paused to think. And from their faces Braden could see just how much effort they were having to give it.
“I swear by the eternal saints,” Braden muttered under his breath. “If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to get Maggie for doing this to all of us.”
Now what was he to do? He’d come here to bicker a settlement with Lochlan, not the entire clan.
“Well,” Fergus said to him at last. “What do you think we should do?”
Braden had absolutely no idea, but since one of the men still held a sword a little too close to Lochlan’s throat, he didn’t think this was the time to say that aloud.
“I’ll go back and talk to Maggie.”
Which would be like arguing with the wall.
Or these men.
And of course he had no idea what to say to her since he already knew just where she stood on the matter.
Braden ground his teeth in frustration. How on earth would he ever get this settled?
At this point, he was tired of walking back and forth to the castle and the kirk. Enough was enough.
Sighing disgustedly, he started back through the men.
“You better not tup our sister!” Duncan snarled at him from his chair. “Or you’ll be having us to deal with, Braden MacAllister!”
Braden paused mid stride, turned back around, and looked at Maggie’s brothers drolly. “Could I please just deal with one threat of death at a time?”
Duncan pursed his lips as he strained against the ropes holding him down. But luckily, the boy held his tongue.
Braden paused as he regarded the five of them by the hearth. He couldn’t walk off and leave them tied up like that.
He turned to face Fergus. “Let them go and I’ll—”
“We’ll be doing no such thing,” Fergus interrupted him. “How do we know you’re really going to talk to that she-witch and bring them out?”
“You have my word on it.”
Fergus snorted. “If it didn’t involve a woman, I might accept that. But as it is, we’ll be keeping your brother tied where he is until you return with the women behind you.”
Now why didn’t that thought comfort him in the least?
“And if Maggie refuses?” Braden asked.
Fergus folded his arms over his chest. “We’ll give you four days to convince her.
If in that time the women aren’t back in our homes.
..” His voice trailed off as he swept a look around the men watching him.
“Well, you’ll have to be reaching that English army, I’m thinking.
If we kill you here, then they can’t come and be commanded by no spirit. ”
That was one small flaw to his logic Braden hadn’t considered. And it was one hell of a time for Fergus to find his brains and finally use them.
“Four days?” Braden repeated.
“Aye. Four days.”
Well, it was a step up from Lochlan’s deadline. Briefly, he wondered what he could do to get another two days. If his luck held he might actually gain enough time to think of some way out of this mess.
“All right.” Braden nodded. “I’ll have the women out in four days.”
Sure you will. Why not just promise them you can walk on water while you’re at it? Or turn the fishes into loaves of bread?
Hush, self, I’ve got enough to worry over without your intrusion.
And worried, he was. Because at the moment, Lochlan, Ewan and Maggie’s lives were all depending on him. And for the first time in his life, he was beginning to doubt his ability to handle a situation.
“That’s it!” Pegeen rose from the dining table and headed for the door. “I’ve had enough of this. I’m going home and no one’s to stop me this time.”
Maggie grabbed Pegeen’s arm as she started past her and held the woman by her side. “Now, what’s this about?”
Pegeen gestured back to the table where she’d sat eating, and to the old woman who had been sitting by her side. “I’m sick of Old Edna. She’s been doing nothing but clicking her teeth while she eats. I’m sick of it. It’s disgusting.”
“And I’m sick of not seeing my babes,” Merry chimed in from her seat in the left corner. “I haven’t seen my sons in so long, I’m afraid they’ll forget all about me. For all I know, Davis isn’t washing their clothes or their faces. And I bet my home is dirtier than a sty.”
The wails and complaints were taken up by the rest of the women. Their loud, whiny complaintsbounced off the walls and rang in Maggie’s ears.
Suddenly, the large refectory seemed to be closing in on her. The brightly colored walls much smaller than they had appeared when she had first sat down.
Maggie felt a sudden urge to place her hands over her ears and scream.
Even Aisleen started complaining. And up until now, Aisleen had been Maggie’s most steadfast supporter.
“Poor Lochlan is probably at his wit’s end on how to cope in the castle,” Aisleen said. “He’s never had to worry over cooking and such. He’s our laird and shouldn’t be put out so.”
“Silence!” Maggie shouted.
To her amazement, they quieted and looked at her as if she’d lost her wits. And at the moment, Maggie wondered it as well. Surely, she must have been mad ever to think this scheme would work.
She turned toward Lochlan’s mother. “Now, Aisleen, I’m sure our laird is just fine. He’s a grown man in charge of all our lives. I would think he, of all men, could figure out how to make a simple bowl of porridge.”
Aisleen looked less than convinced, but she tucked her chin to her chest and sat back down.
Maggie took a deep breath and surveyed the other women. “As for the rest of you, you ought to be ashamed. How many times a day must we go through this? I thought we had all agreed?”
“We agreed,” Merry said petulantly as she picked at her roasted chicken. “But you told us the men wouldn’t go more than a week without us. Well, it’s been much longer than a week and there’s no end in sight.”
“Aye! Our men need us,” they cried in unison.
“I need my man!”
Laughter broke out from the group.
Maggie cocked her brow at the last comment, unable to distinguish the voice.
Grateful for the break in the seriousness of the moment, she sighed. “I know you’re all tired. As am I.”
“Then let us go home,” Pegeen begged.
Maggie rose to her feet. “Do you truly wish to go back home and hand the swords to your husbands and sons as they head off to battle to die?”
The women grew silent.
Maggie nodded. “‘Tis what I thought.”
“But Maggie,” Edna said, “what if they refuse to end this? How much longer are we to wait? I have a garden to tend and berries to preserve for winter. Soon, we’ll have waited an entire month here while our work and families go neglected. At what point do we surrender?”
“Aye!” Merry chimed in again. “All of us know how obstinate men are. They’d sooner set fire to the kirk than admit they’re wrong.”
“What if they do come after us?” another woman asked. “How long will they wait before they punish us for this?”
Maggie closed her eyes in frustration as the women voiced her own concerns and questions. Questions to which she had absolutely no answers.
When she’d started all this, she had never anticipated the daily fights she would have to keep the women on her side.
How could they not see what she herself saw?
“It will end before much longer.” Maggie’s stomach drew tight as she remembered Braden’s deadline. God help her then, for she was sure the other women would go home relatively unscathed, but there was no telling what the men would do to her over this.
“When?” Edna asked.
“Soon. I’m just asking all of you to trust me for a few more days.”
Edna pierced her with a glare. “My trust is wearing thin, lass.”
Maggie could appreciate that, since her own patience had stretched so thin it was close to breaking. “Give me a few more days to see what I can do.”
“All right.” Pegeen moved back to her seat next to Edna. “But don’t you be asking for much more than that. I have a home to see to.”
Maggie nodded, her heart heavy. Saints help her, she had no idea how to conclude this.
What she needed was help.
She searched through her mind, but only one possibility came to her.
As much as she hated to admit it, she needed Braden. He was the only one she knew of who could find a possible solution. If ever there had been a man born to negotiate, Braden was he.
But it stuck in her craw that she would have to go begging an answer from the devil’s own. Even now, she could see that cocky walk of his. The arrogance.
He thought himself infallible and now she would have to play into his ego.
Still, she had no choice. Her brothers’ lives and those of the other clansmen depended on her.
Stiffening her resolve, she went to find the scoundrel rogue.