How We Shall Spend Winter

[Sir Kendrew Campbell]

Kendrew "Have ye seen the Lady Campbell taeday?" The question was one the Lord Campbell asked often. Necessity deemed he know where she was at all times, if only for the sake that a husband worries of his wife. Or was it the old habits of the Lord Guardian hadn't died despite his residence now in Drynoch? Peace agreed with Kendrew. Whatever rumbled of the familial affairs did so on the Scottish coast with enough miles twixt him and infamy. The question told of his love when followed with a smile too boyish for a man slated to be 40! The fields were being prepared to lay in for the winter, the air still held the last harvest's ripe wheats. Mists curled on the valley's edge. Life made him near delirious with happiness. (d)

Liliana: Winter's approach was never fondly looked forward to except by the children who eagerly anticipated snow. It meant the decline of warmer weather and the need for thicker clothing. Liliana, in fact, had become more adept at the making of latter due to the need for it. Having a husband and two children meant lots of mending. It was Mother Campbell who helped to further her learning. Going from being able to just mend clothing to making it was something interesting. If anyone had known in her in the younger years they'd be surprised by the contentment to be found in the woman. A woman who had preferred the freedom to roam to staying in one place and would have wrinkled her nose at the mere idea of womanly duties. Now there was joy taken in each one. Teaching Kylie how to bake or sew, and watching Roric out in the fields with Kendrew while they did so was something that filled her heart. Having just left Kylie and Roric, along with Lara and Mother Campbell, to finish filling jars full of jam- she wandered outside into the chilly air to cool her cheeks. She'd been in the kitchen all morning and though enjoying it, everyone needed a break. Removing her apron to place it on a peg just inside, Liliana's brown eyes moved along the view. Their land, their home, it was something that she still wasn't used to. And when asked about by her husband, that is where he'd be directed to- where she wandered along their land at a leisurely pace of perusal with dark hair confined in a braid and skirts toyed with by a breeze. (d)

Kendrew:"She's been makin' ready for the cold season all day m'lord.." Jars of compotes and preserves would likely be the culprit. A house of smoking meats would lend to a guilty verdict for further occupation. Was there a sewing needle involved? Simple tasks compounded in the Lord's head to paint an exact replica of a childhood in Dumfries. While Lara and his mother were busy in the kitchens, the men took to the fields by doing what plowing they could muster before the ground became to impossible to manage. Now it was the perfect point between the late fall and the hints of winter's arrival. A poignant chill in the air punctuated the end of his long-ago portrait so that as the last color faded on the air as only he saw it, he advanced to the directed place. Liliana mused as much as she was one, thought as much as she inspired it. For a long time he stood on a hillock a small piece away from her, watching. If a woman's cheeks grew pink from the heat of her kitchen, what else might set them aglow? Mother Campbell was noted by all the staff for her hints of deeming Liliana fertile as the sill was toiled over for next year's crops. If this were all he worried over, than God be praised. "What news from the kitchen, wife?" he began his advance after he'd grown jealous of the wind touching her, instead of him, "Has Kiley made her own good loaf yet?" (d)

Liliana:It was not any secret that a child was most desired. Oh, Liliana loved Kylie and Roric as if they were her own- there was not a doubt to be found in anyone's mind where that was concerned. Even if a child of her own was born it'd change nothing in the way she looked upon those precious children. Much advice was taken gratefully from Mother Campbell concerning the matter of conception. It was something that made Liliana both excited and nervous at the prospect after what had happened before. Though now instead of looked on with the sorrow that allowed it to control her life instead it was something to learn from. What to do, what not to do, and signs to observe. Liliana had never really had a mother of her own, but that seemed to have been remedied when meeting Kendrew's Mother who had become like her own as well. Quiet musings such as these always wandered through Liliana's head, guiding her feet on a path not even seen, when she took a break. At times did Liliana dearly miss living at the castle, being close to Bess and Adam and Aodhan, and the others- but this was home. The turn of a dark head at the sound of Kendrew's voice and lips curved into a wide smile of welcome at the handsome sight of her husband. She didn't think her heart would ever not quicken upon merely looking at him nor did it seem possible for her love to increase anymore...yet it did every passing day. "Oh, news of the hard work of women husband. Though later once we finish the jars we might need some aid from your strong arms to carry it all. Lara has assured me that I have done well in stocking to see that you are kept from withering away." Teasing words as she paused in her steps to watch him approach, hands clasped behind her back and head slightly tilted to the right. "Kylie has made two good loaves. We will eat one with dinner this eve to celebrate. What news from the fields?" (d)

Kendrew: It was time to think on an heir of the two of them, Lara had said to her brother as they sat on the long front steps of the home. He only smiled, for it would be a woman such as herself to goad her brother for another child to spoil. He wanted a child so that he could see the best of both him and Liliana in their eyes. For that reason, he too missed Turas Lan. It was at no lack of resource or sage wisdom. Still, it was time for a bit of observed glory to be their own. He pulled Liliana up into his arms and had a care not to bring her to hard on the tip of her toes. "Aye, news of my women. Now that I know we won't starve through the winter, and I shan't grow skinny as you dislike, we all may rest a bit. I will carry what my lady tells me carry." He kissed her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, lastly her mouth. On hearing of Kylie's success at two loaves, he did beam with a father's pride. "She did nay burn it this time, n' has two to show for it. Huzzah!" Once he had to repair the ovens in the kitchen for the young girl's enthusiasm for baking turning to a child's forgetfulness. "The fields are all a'tended. We have the last of the grain, the meat is near done being smoked, the new racks hung up in the other shed after the butcherin..the soil ready for the fallow season. Roric has a good command of plow horse now. But come..it seems my work is done, yours is done." He turned in no particular direction, her hand tucked in his as he began to walk. (d)

DreamsOfWriting [2:57 P.M.]: One would be shocked at how gentle and tender a man such as Kendrew could be. Even now as he pulled her close to offer up a kiss it was done with care. She had been lucky to catch such a man as he. That thought made her brown eyes soften with love and she kissed him back soundly. "Rest? What is this word? I would not know what to do with myself." Liliana did not truly mind the work though. Never had she had to prepare for winters approaching for her own family. Smiling up at him once feet touched the ground fully again, she gladly accepted his hand to walk with him. "Kylie is a remarkable child. She learns fast though like any child her age has to be taught to keep focus. I have also heard Roric's adventures in the field. He has a good head upon his shoulders that one. When winter comes, since it will be harder to travel, I have decided to take over their lessons a bit. I do not believe myself as good as the Lady Kaori, but it is too risky to travel far in the winter months." Talk of home, of children and learning, it chased away the chill of the wind. Peace could be found for once with the end of the war and Kendrew's being home, and there was not anymore need to worry about the safety of her husband or her home- of Skye. (d)

Kendrew:"Tha' will be good. The Lady Kaori will have less tae think on lessons for a time, I have heard she has given birth to a beautiful child, and her and the Captain de la Costa are thrilled by it. So then, we will make a few more trips across the land before the snows, a good visit for yourself and the Lady's before I steal you home again." He smoothed her hair back with the palm of his calloused hands. A man who fought campaigns could be the same man who treated those in his life with equal amounts tenderess, appreciation, and frailty. Dreams could be broken in the blink of an eye; none would ever say of him that he took for granted one moment in her company, one kiss, one glance. He knew it was only God's blessing that gave him Liliana, returned Lara and his mother Donna to him. It was only fortune that gave him Kiley and Roric. Just as it was the same fortunes that increased their wealth and brought good settles to the new Campbell sept family. Fortunatly winter stalled things - horse hooves, wagon wheels, and any further entertainment of Neil's foolishness. No war drums to be beaten, no dirges to sing. For the first time in many years Kendrew saw that peace was not a metaphor tossed in pretty poems, but a factual experience. "Besides, if you tire of my mother and Lara, they shall retire to their own home, if you grow lonesome, they are not far. Nor are other women who have settled since the summer. Aye, n' close still are both the Lord General's wife and the Lord Apollo's wife." He elected Drynoch as settlement because of the Valley's advantages of beauty, accessibility, and persons within. "Though I hope with less need of me, I won't burden you too much. Being so bored a man reliant upon his Lady wife..." he teased her, poking her sides as they walked a leasurely pace. He went quiet for somewhile. Kendrew, too, was a thoughtful man. Upon opening his mouth again his voice was a soft baritone, :Aye, a fine Lady wife indeed. Our home runs well. N' the people are pleased. I could nay be moreblessed to have ye in such a place, Lady Campbell. It suits you." (d)

Liliana: The tidings of Kaori and Marcos' new addition brought the widening of her smile as she glanced to her husband then forward again as they walked. "That is wonderful news indeed. I must send them well wishes. Kaori is a woman I deem a close friend after all we women went through. You husbands tend to cause us much worry. It is a wonder our heads did not turn gray." Goodnatured teasing as she gave a squeeze of the hand that was still held with fingers twining through his. In truth it had, for all the ugliness of war and the concern it'd caused, made Liliana appreciate what she had much more. She had every intention of living each day to the fullest and holding those she loved as close as possible. What was the point of being alive if one did not live? One corner of her mouth quirked up at his words though,"I could not grow tired of Donna or Lara though I would gladly allow them more nights with the children at their own homes if they desire it." Liliana was not unaware of the plotting between the two women. "Aye, I plan to pay visits to them upon occasion. I do not intend to let winter keep me shut away inside for all of its entirety. As for you, my husband, you could never become a burden." Turning her head to place a kiss against his cheek, a joyous sparkle drifted into her gaze,"It does suit me, husband, and it suits you as well. You made me a promise before the war, when you left, and I could not have imagined that this..." Raising her other arm, she motioned to the land around them,"would be the results. I could not have foreseen my life turning out so wonderful." (d)

Kendrew:"Lara told me she will take Kiley and Roric after supper to the town to one of the little barn festivals, and keep them a three day.." He was no better off when it came to plotting. Who was he to deny a grandmother and aunt the chance to spoil their own? It gave him a chance to be with Lily as they were in the beginning; to pace about in leisure, to talk at length on all and nothing, and to love fully. On talk of promises he nodded, "I always knew it would be tha' way. Tha' is the truth. A man gives a woman a home fit for her, and more so a Lady deserves no less than a good home fittin' her station." Half grin aside, he spoke no fable. He would not have moved her to the village of Drynoch itself and given her merely a garden. He would not have given Lara and his mother merely a clapboard shed beside them. He was accustomed to hard work to acquire recompense, and having bled his pint and given his flesh pound, all he sought was an equitable portion of land. The Aberdeens at last made his leave possible, allowed him to train men for what lay ahead of them. Youth went across the seas to serve in the squabbles of allies when their blood ran too hot to sit still. His life consisted of their instruction, the land, settlers, and of matters in Campbell make so docile it made those who'd emigrated from Loch Awe give pause in amazement. (d)

Liliana: "Three days?" Brows furrowing at that thought, she shook her head,"Are you sure about this? It's three days in town and..." Realization dawned a moment later with a soft laugh,"I'm being far too protective. They will be in good hands with Lara. I just do not know what it will be like not to have them under foot for three days." Liliana did truly yearn for some alone time with her husband even though she loved their family. Smiling softly, she murmured,"Lady? Nay, just a wife and mother, Kendrew. That title does not compare to the other two. You could have given me a little cottage with two rooms, and I'd have found joy in it. You, husband, are a wonderful man and I cannot still believe some days that I caught you." Brown eyes lit with a playful light as she recalled days long ago,"I could have lost you to the hands of all those young maidens I remember trying to catch you in that tavern." Liliana could not yet believe how fast she'd found her heart filled with him. They'd went from mere acquaintance to friend to lovers to...husband and wife. And now, here they were, walking their own land with hands entwined and shoulders left unweighted except for the light concerns of preparation for winter. (d)

Kendrew: "I did nay want any maid nor any lauded woman, for that matter. I would have waited until I was sixty to wed, if e'er at all. The thought did not cross my mind o'er much until I met you." He did not smile here but his voice was soft with the weight of more revelation. His smile came as he kissed her hand, patting it to soothe worries, "Lara n' Mother will preserve, n' you shall be a lady of leisure these three days next. I have made it so the Lady Campbell will do no work save that which gives her pleasure. " They came to an oak tree. The roots were old and twisted on each other, the boughs long. He liked this tree, as much as he liked anything old and stable. (d)

Liliana:Blushing at the seriousness of his tone, Liliana's eyes sparkled with pleasure at them. It was clear by that alone that what he said meant much to her though her words were teasing,"There is not a lauded woman nor maid who could handle you as I do, husband. Most women would have a fit of the vapors trying to manage you. Not I though. Unlike them I know how to soothe your ire and turn you from grouchy to smiles." And she did, indeed. She was a stubborn woman and though some men would have thrown up their hands managing her at times...they were lacking. Kendrew had not been chased away by all the baggage of her past nor frightened away by her spirit. They both had a way of knowing the other inside and out. "Three days of leisure. It sounds heavenly. Will I be left to my own devices during these or will I have the desired company of my husband?" Pausing in step to peruse the tree, something sturdy and longstanding, she kept her hand in his and turned to face him where they stood. (d)

Kendrew: The Lord Campbell was the undisputed Lord of Land and the Lord of his home. He spoke with gentle tones, but firm. He listened, but was quick to redress when a thing was not safe who wholly thought through. In these matters of congenial balanced with a stern hand, some found dealing with him refreshing. Others, found it taxing. When he had a point he would not let it go! Liliana was the balm that soothed his ire, making him laugh if the seriousness became to heavy. She agreed with his logic and interjected her own. If any disputed her they found Kendrew was in fastidious agreannce with she on matters of the household and those therein. At the base of the tree, he'd nod. "Aye, the Lord Campbell shall have naught to do these three days but make his pleasure with his wife." He pulled her to sit in his lap, laughing all the while. "We will do nothing but take pleasure of one another, and of the season. I have a hope, too." He kissed the place where her neck began. "That we might fufill one
last part o' promise and a want of us both should it please ye." He grinned, nuzzling into her neck and wrapping both arms around her. Did the women goad her to present her case for children to him? Did the women also bid of them both to cease working so hard and long? Ah well, it was his idea to make peace of a season they married in but could hardly enjoy. "And not long after that we shall go to Turas Lan, and proceed to settle in the castle, for a visit, and for more portions o' nothing." (d)

Liliana: Enthusiasm was caught as she was pulled into his lap without resistance. Liliana was content to settle against her husband and share in his laughter. Though it was his words that caused the slightest stilling of her heart before it jerked into a faster beat. Oh, Lara and Donna both took the time to encourage the matter of child bearing. They were both quite vocal on their desires to increase the Campbell family. Liliana couldn't lie in that she'd thought on it often. Even now she could remember once upon a time laying with her husband, his hand on her stomach, and talking of their future. Of children with their features looking upon them. Though Liliana had both Roric and Kylie, and loved them dearly, she so desired to carry Kendrew's child and to look into its eyes to see them both. "Do you mean it?" She'd been patient though it was not like their bed was empty of pleasure. It just seemed the body was not yet ready to allow the conception of another. Liliana took advice on herbs and listened to the stories of women, and ways they suggested to succeed. The eagerness showed in the brightness of her brown eyes as they met his own gaze,"That would please me much, husband." Liliana's joy at the idea of a child overshadowed that brought on by a visit, but she would be most excited to visit Turas Lan again. (d)

Kendrew "Aye, I promise. There is naught twould please me more than to know within you is the best of us both, Liliana. We have what we would need to pass on to another heir. " He'd made sure Roric had enough funds put away, even now, so that he might build on the land when he was ready. Kiley too had land, funds, and a dowry when the time came ready for her to marry. All that was left was whom to pass what he prayed would be an ancestral house to. He rubbed at her belly, the hips of her comely figure and kissed her softly. "I wish to devote m'self to the effort," came the wicked grin before he laughed. "Tis a fertile land and people, and I think God will grant us this." They had been wed a little over a year now, and had endured marvelous much. (d)

Liliana The idea of either of the children marrying, or of the far off future that far, had not drifted into Liliana's mind. The matter of an heir was even less of concern. Moreso just the matter of a child of their making. Though the idea of passing the land they worked upon onto their children, and so on, had come to mind. It was a pleasing thought that here, in Skye, would be where they'd put down roots and build a family that would hopefully continue on for many centuries. Laughing softly, marveling at his touch, she whispered against his lips,"If you devote yourself anymore to the matter, husband, I might not be able to move for several weeks." Though it could be noted by her voice that Liliana did not terribly mind the idea. If there was one thing that Liliana would never be ashamed to admit it was that she very much enjoyed her husband's attentions. She could recall some women discussing the matter in her youth with distaste and now wondered how they could. Clearly their husbands were lacking or they, because Kendrew's was almost as if being lost amongst the stars. "I dearly pray he will, Kendrew." One hand lifted to cup his cheek and stroke it gently with her thumb. (d)

Kendrew"We bed with the same vigor we live. Naught wrong in it." He had thought of these things, of what he would give to Roric, what would be Kiley's on her own and what was fit to save for her marriage. Of what it would be to pass this life to another child. His mind was a furlow of matters. Kissing at her cheek, he growled playfully. "Speak ye that way three days shall become seven, we may well miss the Sabbath." He turned her about to face him, leaning his face into her offered touch as blind men do, merely remembering that it was indeed her hand that gave him succor. (d)

LilianaLaughing at his growl, she gladly sat in his lap and met his eyes with her own. There was mischief in their depths as lips pressed against his own then worked to his ear. Copperskin turned slightly red as she whispered, for his ears alone,"Do you truly think God would be displeased with us for missing the Sabbath? I think he would be understanding of our plight even if we took joy in our couplings." Liliana's lips curved into a smile that he'd be able to feel against his cheek where her lips touched against the skin there lightly. Settling back now, she sat there with an almost innocent expression upon her face considering what she'd just told him. Brown eyes moved slowly over his face,"Have I told you yet today, husband, that I love you? If not then let me say that to say it even once is never merely enough. You have given me...more than you will ever understand." Serious were her words as eyes met his own,"And you will give me far more as the years pass. We will remain as sturdy as this oak we sit by, God willing." (d)

Kendrew: "Now woman, we will miss a saint's day too if you begin thus! All Souls is not so far.." He muttered, letting his eyes close as she worked at his ear. Temptress! He laughed softly, only quieting when her tone became more serious as to deserve it. With a soft smile he nodded, "Aye, n' our sons and daughters, and their lineage, and so on, will sit here. Remembering that just as we do now. For we will go on for many, many years, you and I." He kissed her again, looking then to the sunset. "Mm..come. There is but one more piece of business to tend to, and then we will commence to sup." As he stood, he took her up into his arms (d)

"You, my husband, have not to blame for my sinful ways except yourself. Though I will make sure to pray devoutly to be cured of these most...unladylike thoughts." Parting lips on a giggle, she shook her head in wonder,"Aye, they will. Our family." There was an almost awe-like quality to the words. Throwing her arms around him in quick hug and gentle kiss to his lips, she went to stand only to find herself being lifted. "What do you do now? I am not a Princess to be carried for fear of dirtying her slippers. I wouldn't want you to put out your back on account of me." Teasing words as arms went about his neck to keep steady. Liliana knew though that her husband was in far better shape than most men his age. "What other business do we have to handle?" The mention of food was a most wonderful thought. Even now she could imagine the looks upon Lara and Donna's face as they gathered as a family to eat. They would know what was discussed this day without even needing to be told. (d)

Kendrew: "Telling the last man of Loch Awe to go home to Neil," he laughed with great pleasure at this bit of business working itself to his designs of peace. For the duration of a season and a half he would have no more business of the Black Campbell. All that could make the emigration had done so. He wore a bit of the family badge on his tunic, he dawned the plaid for certain occasions. The mantle of Kendrew Campbell was intact and that was all to be said of it. Strangely, what made Neil upset had been something of his own design. He wished a tanist that would carry out his designs, and thought to have found him in the fierce fighter at Dumfries, in the man who spat on the king's own mantle. He had not pictured Kendrew such a staunch loyalist or to have any to begin with, given he didn't even utilize his ancestral claim. For supper there would be no talk of him, only of the future, and of children. "You are finer than a princess. Our island has a fine royal court, and houses many heirs, yet you are better to me than princess or Queen, so saint, I lift you so your shoes do not get sullied." He grinned, kissing her as they walked. It was silly to carry her! Still, he wouldn't be denied, even swinging her about. (d)

Liliana: Brows furrowing, pleased by the idea as she knew that the man and Kendrew did not exactly see eye-to-eye, Liliana murmured,"Now Kendrew Campbell, you will be polite when you tell him to go home right? I wouldn't want him to return home with a story to tell that would have that man upon our doorstep." There was a firm tone to Liliana's words as he carried her. Kendrew may be Lord of the House, or think himself so, but any smart woman would agree that it was the women who were head of the household. She wouldn't want to have unpleasant company. Any man that thought to control her husband to his own whims fit into that category perfectly. If that were to happen well- she could not be blamed for her actions. Perhaps even close the door in his face and make him bed in the stables. Laughing as he swung her about, she clung more tightly to his neck and shook her head,"Ah, how I ever thought you to be an old man I shall never know. Your body plays one for the fool for within you are still quite a vigorous youthful man." Though it may be silly to carry, she did not terribly care. To be in his arms was most comfortable. "Kylie will be eager to sup so we must make quick work of this business. I won't be making her wait any longer than necessary." Laying head upon shoulder, she kissed his neck and smiled. (d)

Kendrew[b/]: "Yes, m'lady. It will be handled with grace and brevity." Kendrew made quick point on the world 'brevity.' He had neither been rude nor entirely giving to Neil's messangers after the fourth occurrence proved to be less than welcome company. It was becoming ridiculous. Did the man neither read or was in recitation he proved deaf? He wanted no part in the reclimation of lands in Argyll, nor would he denounce his alliance with Rosalind, nor would he do anything that would place Colban in a compromising posture. He found the insistance nearly maddening. Why, in this peace, was he so hell bent to continue a mission of foolishness for a few extra pieces of grace and stone? Once to the steps of their home he placed the Lady Campbell down. "Gather the women n' children, wife. I won't be long." He had no intention of allowing the man at his family table, either. He could eat what he was given where he was given it. (d)

Liliana: Well, at least one woman was already observing the approach of husband and wife with a gleam in her elderly eyes. It seemed that her planning had been well worth it! Donna was positive to be inside when they got closer where she could whisper with Lara. Both children, after finishing their help, had went outside for a bit of recreation. All children needed outdoor play to exercise their bodies and exhaust their energies for sleep at night. Liliana perused her husband's face then nodded her head,"That pleases me much. We will be waiting your return. I most eagerly." Standing down now, she smiled up at him and whispered,"For, if you would have it so husband, I wish to begin upon fulfilling that promise tonight. Do come home in one piece." Before he could have the chance to react to that little comment, she moved away nimbly to step on the porch and call out,"Kylie! Roric! Come wash up for dinner!" One could not doubt the presence of the children outside for their laughter filled the air and with a last heated smile in her husband's direction, she turned to head inside. (d)

Kendrew: "It shall take me only to the other end of our fine home, the journey shall find me returning in one piece, and with direct haste wife." He placed his hands behind his back as he journeyed opposite her. A glimpse of Donna's thick gray braid, and Lara's lighter hair masking her curious eyes brought his face to turn and smile to them. Plotting, devious women! He loved them so, and aye, loved the thought of fufilling his obligaions all the more! "As you so say, m'lady" his voice let forth a bit of the lusted undertones as he bowed to his ever bride before going to deal with the man of Loch Awe. (d)

[Lady Liliana Campbell]

Soft laughter flowed freely in the kitchens at the Campbell house while the women went about making final adjustments to the evening meal. Kendrew had left immediately after returning Liliana to the house and left her in the clutches of both female relations. Donna and Lara had not stopped questioning her since one foot had stepped inside the door.

"Come now! Do you two really wish to know of the affairs only privy to husband and wife? This is not fittin' conversation before eating." Liliana gave a look of exasperation to both women. None of those words seemed to deter either even a bit.

"Come! Come! Tell us. We be wantin' ta know. Mah son is a sweet boy, but sometimes ah I 'ave ta nudge 'im." Donna gave a shake of her head, covering hands with a linen napkin to place to lift a heated pot so as not to burn her hands.

Lara gave a nod of understanding,"Mah brother be a smart one in some things. Can ah be expectin' ta be an Aunt soon?" The question was asked as two loaves of bread were carefully placed upon the well-kept wooden table.

Throwing up both hands Liliana finally gave a sigh of defeat. "Aye, you can be expecting to be an Aunt hopefully soon. We both want children and are hoping God blesses us. I just don't want to go gettin' my hopes up." Shaking her head, ebony braid swaying with the movement, Liliana moved to place more bowls upon the table. Steam rose from them until cloths were placed over top to keep the warmth concealed. They had to keep dinner reasonably warm until Kendrew returned home.

Donna and Lara both exchanged looks before glancing at Liliana's back where she stood with both palms flat on the table for a moment. "I know you both want us to have them. Just...less pushing please?" Liliana wanted children as badly as Kendrew, but was still a bit frightened from her first unsuccessful experience. Since then they had not been able to conceive again and it'd worn on her heart a little. All she could do now was take the concoctions suggested by the Campbell women and one by the name of Ada, and pray to God.

Donna step forward to wrap her arms about Liliana's shoulder in a light, motherly hug,"All will be well, sweet one. God will fulfill."

Comforted by the hug, blinking away tears from her chocolate eyes, Liliana returned Donna's hug and then adjusted the ties of her apron absentmindedly. Realizing that the children had not come back inside yet, she murmured,"Lara, could you fetch the children? They still need to wash before dinner."

The woman gave a gentle smile and then disappeared outside to find the Campbell children. Roric and Kylie loved the outdoors, something Liliana had in common with them, and it could be hard to get them back inside. Meanwhile Liliana and Donna continued to set the table, and now speak quietly on ways to help the young woman. There wasn't any pressure just the urge to aid out of love.

[Sir Kendrew Campbell]

1333

In winter, the land lay fallow under a blanket of snow waiting for spring to come and the snow to melt inside the new, moist earth. He wondered what would become of slumbering seeds as he always did, but the answer was obvious. His breath curled along with the pipe smoke to a place high above the head of a man whom had what he wished in life.

Drynoch was a good place. It was a calm bastian of the sensible, earthy sorts whom were as humble as they were hard working. Intrigue died on the border of the town. Gossip ran rampant, of course, but it was the sort that entertained the wives. Men gathered in a tavern or on the steps of their neighbors for drinks. No one warred here, or struggled overmuch. There weren't the bids for increase or decrease of power. Cuin Siar sat just outside of Drynoch town, true as its name. Calm West.

Whilst he sat on the upper most step on the large rectangular outside of his home, a little girl sat with him. She was the mirror image of her parents but could not help but to favor her father. Little Glenna was curled into his left arm. Unlike some, she didn't mind the pipe smoke that smelled rich, husky. Da did not do it much, but when he did Ma said he was well entitled in his age to a few creature comforts.

"Think your pipe looks like a long stick Da, can I try it?"
"No, Glenna."
"Da?"
"No, sweet. Ye can hold m'sporan. See what ye find in it."

The beginnings of all things here are just that. Simple.

[Lady Liliana Campbell]

Trouble with Clan Women, 1333

It'd been a little more than a couple months since Liliana had had the discussion with Lucius concerning her troubles. Still did she much appreciate the advice given to her, but had yet to find a good way to approach her husband with the issues being had. The fact that the further along Liliana got in her pregnancy the worse those problems became did not help. Much of her time was spent out of doors with her children. She romped with Glenna, Kylie, and Roric in the snow or had outdoor studying lessons.

Winter meant that most of the childrens' lessons were held at home and taught by Liliana, Dona, Lara, and upon occasion even Kendrew. While by no means as educated as the fine Scholars in Turas Lan it would do. The teacher who taught at the school in the village of Drynoch mainly resided in the city and so traveling from one place to the other in such weather conditions was not always possible. On some days Liliana found her students consisted not only of her own children, but other clan children as well! These were the days that made her happiest.

Today, sitting on a crate being used as a stool, with Glenna on one knee and the other children seated in front of her in the main hall of Cuin Siar, Liliana was reading from a book. Kylie and Roric were not in attendance for these lessons today as they'd actually been able to make it into Turas Lan with Dona-who needed to go to the market and offered to drop the children at the Scholar's Hall- today. On occasion many a little hand would be lifted to ask a question that sometimes Glenna would answer and other times Liliana.

"Have you met a Princess?" The little boy that asked this sat next to his older sister who looked about to reprimand.

That was until Glenna piped up,"Ah met one in tha' bookstore!"

Liliana laughed softly, stroking back Glenna's hair behind an ear,"Aye, the Lady Janice Viscreed."

"She gave meh a bell tha' turns birds into Princesses!" Glenna was proud of this fact and that made the kids 'oooh' and 'ahhh' in the fascinated way children do.

Generally there was never any trouble during the lessons though at the back stood some women, parents of some of the kids, who wished to observe. Their whispers were ignored even when they purposely tried to grab Liliana's attention with negative remarks. They gossiped about how she looked five months pregnant, the color of her skin, the naivete of one so young, the ignorance of clan outsiders, and more- always insulting phrases. Yet what grabbed her attention this time though was one of the women outright laughed, harshly, at Glenna's words.

"Ye be a fool! Wha' rubbish ye be teachin' tha' child? Birds donnae be turnin' inta people. Ah be thinkin' ye need ta 'ave ye head looked at!" Other women snickered which immediately made Liliana tense. Glenna's bottom lip stuck out and their were tears in her little eyes. There was tension in the hall as the children stayed quiet now.

Liliana rubbed Glenna's back silently, the book forgotten, as she stated firmly,"I'd appreciate it if you weren't mean to my daughter. There is absolutely no reason for this kind of behavior in front of the children. Your problem seems to be with me and if it is then we'll talk alone."

She wanted to hit the woman. Take the book and bash her over the head repeatedly. "Cora why don't you take the children outside? Glenna go with Cora now. Do not cry little one." Placing a kiss to her little cheek after wiping away any lingering tears, Glenna was handed to Cora who gladly took her little brother's hand then rounded up the children to take them out for some air.

Liliana stood up slowly, a task with her current condition, much to the bemused snickering of those women standing there still. They found it amusing that one so tiny looked so oddly shaped when pregnant. To them Liliana was lacking in breasts, hips, and proper intake of food. "You will not talk to me that way in front of the children, especially my children, nor will you insult them."

"Jus' wha' will ye be doin' ta stop us?" The woman propped her hands on thick hips while tilting her head to the side. She was older, already had two daughters around Liliana's age, and this meant that she felt her daughter- the one widowed- was much more appropriate to be married to the Chieftain. "Do ye think we be a'carin' wha' ye say? Ye be an outsider not a clanswoman, and ye not be fittin' to be the wife of Kendrew or raisin' his children. Mah Mairi should be 'is wife."

Next to her a woman with wheat colored hair and fair though slightly tanned skin, from days in the sun, made a noise of agreement. Mairi in the flesh. With her big bosom that barely was contained by her simple wool dress of brown and her wide form, she was highly sought after by men and Liliana had no doubt said yes to many!

"If that be so then why is it me who he married? Me who carries his child yet again? Kendrew Campbell loves me just as much as I love him!" She prayed for patience. These women were seeking to goad her into another display of temper, but she would not give them satisfaction.

Snorting, the woman shook her head,"Cause ye be a witch! Bewitched 'im inta marryin' ye! Jus' like those other whores who be a'dancin' in Carnival Lane. Tha' be where ye belong. Not 'ere with we good clan folk married ta our Chieftain and teachin' our children. He only be beddin' ye cause he feels sorry for ye! Molly 'ere heard 'im tellin' her husband tha' with her own ears!"

Trust. Faith. It was what Liliana had in her husband. How she wished Lara was here for support, but she'd had to go visit an ill friend. Liliana had not been called a whore in so many years that it made her visibly flinch. She knew Kendrew loved her and that he'd never say such things. Yet with these women working away at her day in and day out it made a first little niggling of doubt. Plus wasn't Molly on her side? She'd had many friendly conversations with the woman. Liliana was stressed from these women, hormonal due to pregnancy, and so very tired of not knowing who was friend or enemy that for a moment doubt wandered into her mind as she stood there still as a statue with tears in mocha eyes...

[Sir Kendrew Campbell]

Trouble With Clan Life: 1333
and the stance of a man whom ruled them

"M'Lord, are ye for or against an alliance with the other households of Campbell. Some split their loyalty between the old and what they see as the new. Others think as you. The ones that are of Loch Awe think as they always have. Still, one can not lack too many friends in too many places." In winter, not all of his days were spent in the pursuit of what ever idea came to roost in his head. His respite was seldom near mid-day. If it was, it was only because he had stolden from the business with no intention of returning himself to it until he collected his thoughts. On the other end of Cuin Sar sat no less than six men at table; The Lord Campbell of Dynoch at the head, two Campbells who'd lived in Drynoch for years because they could, one who'd emigrated from Loch Awe, and another who'd once come from Argyll. A name bound them to tie up the business of discontent among the ilk with the name as well as those who took protection under it. Kendrew took his large hand to fill with the dried grain on the table. "If a man has more than he can hold, he holds too much. Twill be lost in the wind with naught to be done of it. I know tradition, but I will nay bow to it for want of coin or for prestige. Both of those things will see us killed, one way or another. We need to be cautious. Nay everyone wants to be our 'friend'." Pieces of grain slid back into the bowl to demonstrate the waste of an unnecessary thing.

This was to be the third winter in Drynoch where Cuin Siar stood on a small piece of risen flat just outside of the town and its people were heavily made up of people from different places with the same name. His debaucle was rumbled over in the center of his chest, rarely expressed but to the handful of confidants whom shared the same woe: What validity, what right, had they to really assemble? The word of the Mo'r Triath was the writ of the age so in they became valid. Neil through clenched teeth recognized them, so they became valid by the old way. This couldn't bode well forever but since it was winter none were fool enough to undo them from abroad. At the table, one of the men suggested that they tighten their alliances here before attacking the still sore, tender place called Scotland. "I agree," he concured,"let us call on those we know won't try to take what is ours as we stand on it, smiling as they do." He became sick on the thought of how real that truth was. Hardened enough to reveal nothing, the man stood to tower over his fellows. The mountain moved them with an actual half bow of his body, thus dismissing the gathering. In their absence, the voice of a man he did miss began to fill the space between his ears. Colban would tell him where to read careful, challenge him while at the same time accepting whom he was. These men did, but it was not without trepidation. Rumors fell with the new rains every day. One constant, re-occuring item was the talk of many turning to support the heir that would have come after Bruce. To do so would be to see divisions cut hard that might leave a line on the backs of generations yet unborn. Suddenly, the image of Colban in the cellar at some fool-hearty experiment made him laugh. It was a wry, deep sound. Didn't crazed mens laugh in rooms alone? No. Men who thought for hundreds laughed in rooms alone.

He was alone.


He rubbed his hands across the dark wool breeches that his wife had made. Of all that could have made his clothes, of all that money could buy, it was her hands on him constant most cherished. Lara had spun the wool herself that made the tartan, and his mother Dona had overseen the furnishing of this room. Dona knew more of this world she left behind not long after her marriage to the senior Kendrew than she was apt to admit. Humility was not only part of the motto, it was etched into their skin from birth. She knew that her son came to hold the legacy of his namesake in an unconventional way. Instead of being favored by the chieftain, he was the chieftain. He loathed the word but refused to loathe himself.


He looked out of the window when a woman came holding up to him a cup of ale. Men who stood like this without little sustenance needed what could be made from the likes of what was grown around Drynoch. He was gaunt, withdrawn to her eyes! Mairi was the name of the ale bringer, the one whom opened up her mouth to say, "M'Laird, fer ye. Ye look as if trouble holds ye m'laird. The business of men is nay affair tae a woman, but should it help m'laird what may be done?" She studied the Chieftain with discrete appraisal. A troubled man was a man who could be swayed, but he was objective. It was what made him popular. From the viewpoint of a woman, he was still too thin for a man his sides, his clothes were neither fine nor sturdy enough. He had fine people come to him but not enough servants to tend the estate. Nothing of this was said aloud. Like the business of men, women conduct their own. The alleged brings of comfort could also be the couriers for the Devil himself depending upon what mood struck the particular member of the fair sex. Mairi was not so wicked as this, but she was practical.

The practical truth was this man was alone. He had not the correct wife, nor the proper children. The women of his household bent to his whim but no true clanwoman would allow the child of a brown colored whore to sit at his right hand. Her mother's continued speaking of the matter planted seeds in Mairi's head. The position was she was bred for while the man whom came with it was of age enough to beget children upon. "This is fine, m'lady. Thank you. You should not wait upon the company." Kendrew didn't relate his truth to hers. What he saw was a good woman whom humbled herself to an unworthy betrothal for the sake of the very thing he objected to. No, he would not give his daughters to lesser men with heavy purses. It was too late for this one that had no want to take on Griffin law.

He could not save them all, even if he was fated to try:

"Where is your mother, Lady Mairi. Oft is she with you."

"She keeps the company of the Lady Campbell, m'laird, as does m'sister."

"She says she finds favor in all of ye. This pleases me. That is the best way to do so. She needs as many comerades as a man, if not more so. The mantle of such a wife is not easy, but she wears it as well as any I have ever worn." For all that Kendrew could see, he couldn't see a lie being told infront of him. The three women upon which he heaped so much praise in fact deserved his scorn, but Liliana never mentioned of trouble. The sin was shared between them. He reached out to put a gentle hand to Mairi's arm, "God bless you, and m'thanks."

Signs could be taken for what they were, or what they weren't. Some at his table saw the direction to which all was heading and accepted with a vague nonchalance. Others, indifference. None could go against one who saw opportunity reaching out, so it was in that instant Mairi placed her hand atop of his, "You are kind, m'laird, most kind. M'mother will be sae pleased tae hear such words." He walked away towards the hall where the children were recieving lessons; a child's life was far less complicated. The lull of the Lady's voice could stop the end of days. Glenna and Cora and the others of the village would be spell-bound at the feet of a woman whom could do know wrong. His picture, no matter how incorrect, was far better than what Liliana recieved on the other side of the door. As he went to reach for it, the sounds of distress didn't escape him. Was something the matter where nothing should have been wrong? He furrowed his brow, twisted his face, before turning to Mairi. "M'Laird?" She asked, drawing her hand down along his strong arm. "Tis just the talk of women. Clucking tongues, like hens in the house o'er nothing at all that won't pass before tae long. I was to walk m'laird. Will you not escort me? Neither my brother nor betrothed were in attendance with ye today?"


Her full, round breasts pressed against his arm. Had he been a man who thought with only his phallus, he would have understood her invitation meant an action. Among the men who talked of business, there was oft the talk of what was soft for the eye to view. Mairi's ample chest and hips had many talking of what it would be like to possess what was between the thighs. Wheat colored hair made a fine crown for the queen's head, they said. It was the head of a queen is what other's remarked. Kendrew twisted his expression in disbelief of how foolish he had been to allow such a woman in his home when it was so plainly evident of what she wanted.

He was blinded to it, because his deeper conviction was stronger than intrigue. He was blinded to it because he did love Liliana. So then, why was it someone on the other side of the door was saying he wasn't?

"Vicious sounding hens." With that, he pulled open the door to never forget what he would see laying behind it. The Lady's eyes were tear ridden even as all of the women began their descent in respect for his presence. "What is this about? Release me, woman, remember yourself!" Mairi stumbled back in shock from her hold of Kendrew's arm, an incriminating stance. She lowered as the calm, sorrowed man was set to plant his heels into the core of this infraction.

[Lady Liliana Campbell]

Trouble With Clan Life: 1333
Of regulating clan affairs & branding a claim

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Liliana: Tongues of jealous women were more venomous than snakes. Advantage was taken of the silence for the woman to continue with her taunting. Some stood torn- did they side with their Lady or with their native clanswoman? Others stood firmly rooted in the camp of Anice. The woman was not as old as Dona though was close and firmly wanted to see her daughter planted in Liliana's place. Even in something as simple as folk who tended farms could the power hungry be found. With word of a new Chieftain of those in Skye, of this Kendrew Campbell, Mairi and her had plotted- poisoning her daughter's lowly husband in a way that all mistook for stomach sickness that killed him. Yet here stood another obstacle! "Look at ye! Weak-willed slattern tha' be wot ye are. Standin' 'ere teachin' our children and actin' like ye be fittin' to be wife of our Chieftain. Jus' leave now and see 'ow much he be a-missin' ye or those brats that not be 'is! We saw 'ow tha' pirate be a-lookin' at ye and ye look at 'im!" Oh, hateful woman! Liliana's jaw dropped a moment in disbelief. Never had she even looked at a man besides her Kendrew. There was not another man in all the world who could compare! To accuse of her cuckolding her husband, and with Pere of all men!, and to call her children names- to say they weren't even his- set a fire in her blood. Then Kendrew came into the picture. Mocha eyes locked on Kendrew as his voice boomed out and those in the room immediately fell silent for...he'd heard! Yet it was the woman who still attempted to push her dirty breasts against her husband's body that Liliana's rage focused upon. Clearly both women had planned well- Anice here tossing her barbs at Liliana while Mairi tried to toss her breasts at Kendrew! Oh, that... "GET AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND!" Liliana rarely raised her voice. She was not violent nor loud by nature. The only time her voice raised loudly was in bed with Kendrew. One could not always be a mouse. Footsteps moved forward with precise focus. Mairi immediately sensed danger for the woman turned to spot a pregnant witch with fire burning in brown eyes coming at her. One of Liliana's slim, graceful hands shot out to grip the woman's curls and yanked her to her knees before Mairi could gather wits. "I am done being treated this way and seeing you attempt to get your dirty power-hungry hands around my husband's phallus! I may seem weak, but I assure you that I am not afraid to rip your pretty little air ridden head off your scrawny shoulders!"

Kendrew: The wooden door wasn't thick enough to conceal the sounds of attack from his ears. Two heavy pieces of wood couldn't hide the war that was behind them. War it was. Nothing else could describe the way that the people who defamed his wife and sough to defile their home; teeth served as shields when the mouth gate open to release the assault. Air became sound that launched from tonge catapults. He could feel the earth quake beneath his feet, he made it do so. The anger inside of Kendrew was at a level the man had never experienced. What would be rhetorical bombast in any other was the thunder that split their encampment when the door opened. The shock across their faces when it was realized he was not mute to their deceptions "How dare ye slander the your Lady in her vera home! In MY home! What cause have ye..no, stay down!" He bid the mother of Mairi to subjugate herself before the source of her envy, the emblem of her hatred. Let her look up at the bronze skinned matriarch whom would be what her daughter never would! Of the other- the daughter, a serpent twisted around the arm as if she were frightened for her life. Help me..my lord. Twas naught my aim but that of my mother, dutiful daughter I be...spare me.. Her eyes changed, but her mask was too far gone. It cracked, and the rage of Liliana Campbell tore it asunder. He went wide eyed as she pulled the girl-thingy by her hair to render her to her knees. If only for the child, their child, she was stopped. "Be still.." He bid in a voice that was not as he had yelled at others. She captured her hand, wrenching it from Mairi's hair as his eyes beheld hers. Brown, livid eyes of endless beauty alive with rage captivated him. To her, he gave silent strength while his body posture denoted that he would continue to hurtle her bolt of thunder. "Be still. Let not these women stir the ire in you, nor harm the babe. They have enough sin and crime to atone for." He turned to glare at them as he held the Lairdess' hand. Liliana's hand. Mairi's hands were going blow as ash in the wind. All the deceivers now cowered, ready to plead mercy. "For if the child were harmed, all of them would face charges of murder."

Liliana: What would have once come willingly had to be pried. Already had that hand made Mairi cry out many times by the time Kendrew took claim of it. Liliana had wrenched at strands, pulled back neck to let frightened eyes met her own enraged ones, and was ready to let other hand slap across fair skin when husband intervened. At least some satisfaction could be taken in that the woman's cheeks were wet with tears as her own hands sought to hold head where it hurt. Kendrew's words soothed though still fury burned enough to let him note trembling of small hand in his own. "They...they..." Words were sought after to explain, but none could be found. What these harpies had driven her to! Liliana had never been one for violence. Having suffered at the hands of those who'd inflict harm on others too many times she'd done her best to avoid it. She never even so much as raised her voice too harshly for fear of hurting feelings. Yet here these women made her screech with fury and inflict pain with no thought. "I just wanted to make them stop." Guilt laced words that came out only a whisper, meant solely for Kendrew's ears, as she stared at Anice who sought to comfort her daughter. Swallowing hard while fighting for control, she stated firmly,"It was Anice who should atone. The woman started on me while the children were still present, Kendrew. She mocked Glenna and made her cry..." An unforgivable sin in the eyes of a protective mother. Liliana could not fathom what made adults so cruel as to inflict emotional or physical harm on an innocent child, but seemed to be unlucky enough to run into them. It was Anice who spoke next,"The Lady be lyin' mah Laird! Cannae ye see? She 'as blinded ye to 'er ways! Bewitched ye even!" Anice now sought to hide tracks made by her own feet!

Kendrew: "No..no you do not apologize. The Lady of Cuin Sar does not apologize. The Chieftain's wife is within her power to do such things, but she holds our future inside of her. What is your will, wife? We shall see it carried as firm as mine for she IS the Lady of this clan upon this Isle.." He kissed her hand before letting it go down, walking through the room. Stalking. Were he a lion these would be the gazelle that would feed him. He would crush their bone, break them over his knee if they were men, but they were not. He wanted to drive them through the floors of the Cuin Sar, and he never laid a hand to a fair face. He wouldn't now. When Anice spoke of bewitchment the only thing he would reply was with "Aye. Spells. Such as yours that bid us deem you friend and neighbor, clanspeople when instead you are naught but the whores of Satan." He spat out the last, rancor filled to the brim. He choked on his own disgust to have been touched, served, by any of them. He burned to think of how they smiled so well after the home was built. What times were had! What golden times in false praise had they over cups of mead , talk of joy! What murders they must have committed what deceit spread among the closest town, Drynoch. It would not be allowed to seep beyond the village. "You have lied. You have caused deceit and treachery, you will not escape punishment for that. You have defamed my wife, my home, and this clan. Should you seek that level of illicit pandering get yourselves hence to the mainland, and beyond even Loch Awe." His father had left this life for this reason, no doubt. He detested Neil, but the men now played the self-same game of survival of the fittest. While the sept house was young the way of way of clans were not. "You..detest her yet say nothing of me. For it is a man's place, the power, it tempts ye. Well pay for it. You will be taken hence to spend no less than two nights in the jail. I will see you, in the stocks, for this. Aye, I will." It would be a hard and powerful message that the Campbells were not stupid.

Liliana: Standing still now, allowing her husband to assert his power, Liliana took several deep breaths. Enough to calm the raging anger until it stilled to chill in her veins. She wanted naught to do with these women. Even now mocha eyes sought Molly to find some understanding. These women were kind to her, most of them, when Anice was not present. Yet when the woman came it seemed as though they transformed. Friend became enemy in a matter of seconds! "Aye, husband, I find this punishment fitting." Mocha eyes moved toward Mairi and Anice who now seemed dumbfounded while she stepped forward to take place by Kendrew. "My husband is a fair, kind man. You should be relieved that unlike most he does not banish you. Send you from Drynoch as though you were never part of us. I have seen men do it and were I as evil as you make me out to be- I would encourage my husband to do so." She stared hard into the faces of the two women then let gaze lift to touch upon the others gathered. Already some showed guilt upon faces for their foolish ways. Only to remain without a sign of shame were those two upon floor. Liliana wanted them to understand one thing- that she was not the Devil's Whore as they seemed to think yet it did not mean she would stand by as they defamed her, her husband, or her children. "The next time though...do not think I will be so kind." She stood by her husband waiting for one of them to say something, anything, and yet they cowered. Had not their Laird just proven that Liliana would remain his wife? That he wanted no other? To fight against such claim would be foolish. Though in the eyes of Anice the desire still burned...

Kendrew: "The Will of the Lady is, and shall be. She is right. Were this the land from whence ye came you would be whipped for your insolence, tossed into the jail to rot. You would be stripped of what land you have, your home. Were she what you claim her to be or I without one shred of God in my soul, that would be your fate. With that said," He stood beside his wife as he turned toward Anice "You, filling such heads. You shall stay in the stocks for a longer time than your daughter on the stocking day. Two days within the jail, you both. A day, from dawn until dusk within the stocks at the center of town so that ye may be the mockery you tried to make of my kin. You will pay a penance fee unto my wife for what names you have called her Anice, and ye Moirie. You shall pay a fee of penance and another, of lechery. You may well be banished should it be proven your Moirie's husband ails of yer hand, and the Griffin will have his way with you then. " Anice began to cry out "Mercy, sir.. mercy! We were beset..we were..please!" He shook his head. "Take them from my house. They may never set foot within. AGAIN" What would it be, to be banished from the house where the heart of the clan sat? All of their prospects, all of their past with all of the future lay to waste now.


Liliana: Oh pleasure was inwardly taken at the way Anice begged for mercy. Outwardly there was only a mask of calm. Not a shred of sympathy could be given to the woman nor her daughter. Pain had been caused too long for Liliana to feel such. The other women shed tears of genuine feeling for the horrible way they had behaved yet Mairi and Anice only did so for they had lost what they so eagerly sought, and could very well even be banished once the truth of how Mairi's husband had died. When Guards came forward to escort the women out they made spectacles of themselves that even shamed those who had stood quietly by out of a failed sense of loyalty. It was only when all had left, the hall quiet, that Liliana's own shame came to show upon copper-skinned face. Now would be the time for their own discussion and Kendrew would know that this matter had been going on for quite some time. What would he say to find out his wife had hid it? Begged kin to hide it as well? All for a reason that once upon a time had caused distress and loss of a child. Upset would likely not be the word. She did not believe his anger would be as it was with those women, but it would be there...perhaps moreso injured at the secrecy. Silence lingered now as she waited for the ax to fall so to speak.

Kendrew:The command was so stark and brief that it caught the other women who had seen the spectacle by surprise. A man, a Lord, spoke so they hesitated not to do as tradition would ask,. In a land marked by innovation, some things were sacred. His wife was the lady of this land would subside to none but the equal agreeance shared with her husband. Did they forget whom was master of not one village, but three? Did they forget on who's will the emigrated settled to prosper these years? When silence pervaded the absence of other bodies, he looked at his wife with eyes patterned in the after-math of the deceit. Realization, the nature of truth. He released it in a sigh as he put two hands against her small, bronze shoulders. "Why did you not tell me?" For there were things he too did not tell her. It was their sin, now to remedy.

Liliana: There was not any sign of fear of husband. Body did not flinch nor eyes darken in fear. Liliana knew that Kendrew would be upset, but the man would never hurt her. Brown eyes darkened with shame raised timidly to meet his own. Sought first was not to clear her own name. Instead words were for family,"Please do not blame Dona nor Lara. Both of them wished to tell you. I pleaded with them not to, Kendrew. They are not to be blamed in this for the fault is my own." Hands were wrung together as mind searched for words to explain. Once again gaze fell away from his own to contemplate the floor. She could not bear if he were to look on her with pain as she spoke,"There are many reasons, husband, that I did not tell you. I sought to cement my place as your Lady. My mind feared that if I ran to you with my problems first then those women would see me as weak and unable to fight my own battles." Yet, in truth, they had seemed to think that up until tonight anyways. None of what Liliana had done before made their cruelty stop. Next came the last reason, one that made her cringe even as the words passed full lips,"You also had much on your own plate that I did not want to burden you further with such trivial matters." What would Kendrew think to know that Liliana had confided of these matters in Lucius and Siobhan while hiding it from him? That was not admitted for she could imagine it'd be agonizing to know. It was not lack of trust that made her hide the matter from Kendrew though. Only an urge to try to keep some of the weight off his shoulders instead of adding to it.

Kendrew: "You are never trivial to me." He glared at her to cement the picture of her in his head .This distress coupled with the power of earlier. How had the driven her to doubt all that she was and deserved by deed, by marriage? Kendrew rubbed at her shoulders. His anger subsided in light of things for he was not guiltless. "I do nay blame my mother nor my sister, they serve you as they should, and no finer women could a household seek to have than them. Than you. Angels among demons now tis proven." He paced now with his hands clasped behind his back. He would not scold his wife as if she were a child for they were long since wed and bed. The belly was swollen with his third progeny, the second that would live. "In the meetings with the men of other septs, we speak of many things. We speak of how best to cement alliances with those here and among the main land,, of what to do in the eyes of Loch Awe. I am as new as you. Men look at one another as men. I was elected after disgracing Robert Bruce n' my imprisonment, after the rebellion in the south. I was called upon by name and received help for that name. Campbell. We must find what it means to wear the name as we see fit. Not Loch Awe, or another."

Liliana:To be glared at so! Liliana flinched, knowing it'd be impossible to ever forget that look or the sincerity behind his words, and murmured,"I am sorry, husband. I should have told you long ago. It was foolish for me to think so when I know of how you feel." Heart ached that she'd hidden it for such length, but past was past. Now all that could be done was not to make the mistake again. Secrets were not to be kept in their relationship. Had not she learned this once? It should not have happened again. Foolish behavior indeed. Liliana's attention turned from inner thoughts as Kendrew began to pace. Attention given to these words concerning clan affairs. The weight upon her husband's shoulders that had not been wanted. Simple life- that was what he'd yearned for- and here they were. "It seems that we all must find our place. How can I help you? I am still yet learning in matters of clan affairs. It was one thing they taunted me about often. Lara and Dona, and many of the others, seek to help me learn what I can." Liliana would see them cement their own place. This clan while Campbell was not the self-same that resided in Loch Awe under leadership of Neil. Here their Chieftain was Kendrew and it would be this man that made decisions. Steps carried her forward to stand in Kendrew's path as hands quietly sought his own out to draw them to her stomach, to soothe with feel of child kicking within, "What do they ask of you, husband?"

Kendrew: He did not mean to do so in anger, but that was the only way an expression like that could be taken. If it burned through her mind that above all others she would be as alpha and omega, then may it seer until the smoke came off her skin in a brand only they could see. "We were farmers in Dumfrieshire, well off, but earth kith. Our name was little more than what it was, and to whatever chief we paid homeage twas not of the past, the sirname. You learn from a woman who recalled that life with equal mixtures of love and hate. Lara was once the wife of a man from Normandy, a man of service. From them you have invaluable lesson, yet it is my conscience that will guide me wife." There were none he could emulate for the underside of what the good could hide. Good men came to sit as his table that proposed at times treason for the sake of a name. Others worried of war to erupt on Argyll, on Loch Awe, on any Loch or bog or place with sticks were disagreeance ran deep. "You learn, you do expertly. Your place as all a woman should be is lengthened by your loyalty, devotion, and valor m'lady." A captured hand fell atop the place where a child rest in darkness. Into what world would this babe come? Glenna was the sun, would this child be sky, or moon? Roric was a ground to walk upon, and Kiley a breeze. He would have taken his hand across their faces to erase the dishonor of the words 'not his'. They were his brothers children, his kin. They were his because Roric could not see to them, and Mary too was gone. and Kendrew prayed to God before such mantle was accepted. They could have been as aunt and uncle, but wished for the children to be entitled to merits that only claimed kin might wager. He opened his warm, callused hand to spread over the belly. He could claim it, he could. All in his hands. A perfect state of grace that he had helped created. How was it that men that killed lent something back, like this? "They ask me things that are treasonous, but with hearts that know no other way. They worry of what it is, to be so young a sept with such influence. It was ne'er asked for, but I could no more turn my back upon those that bled where we had walked than I could turn my back on you. Forgive me, wife." He kissed her forehead, "Let us be open then. Let us share the burden, and not secret it. We do one another no good to sequester it away."

Liliana: Wisdom was here in this simple man. Some would think it nigh impossible for a farmer's son to be so knowledgeable- yet it was so. Kendrew was brilliant in ways that likely was not even realized by him. It was one of the things that had made her fall in love with him. He sought not fame nor title. Only a simple life with her and their children. Yet here lay a mantle upon shoulders that would see him pushed and prodded at. Neil alone would seek to pressure Kendrew into deeds that would further only he, and Kendrew sought to protect those who he led. Ah, husband, wonderful husband. How those women do not know you. Had Mairi thought to actually succeed? A foolish lass indeed. Their love was its own force. "I seek not to please them, husband. I would like their loyalty, aye, yet it is you I wish to make proud. I would not wish to bring shame upon your or your family. I push myself to learn from those around me all day. Some have softened toward me, already accepted me into their embrace, and for that I am pleased." Touch upon stomach brought the softest whispering of a sigh as the child within kicked in reaction. Son. No longer did she raise brow in disbelief at the way Dona and Lara just knew. Instead Liliana's heart accepted for already could she tell- in her womb was carried Kendrew's son. A child of the moon? Perhaps so. Brown eyes sought his with an urgency that could not be revealed even in speaking,"What that woman said...about Glenna...about our son..." Hands were placed over his own then,"is not true. I would never lay with another, Kendrew. There is only you, my husband." She sought to let him know what was likely not being questioned, but her heart had to let him know. All of their children was just that- theirs. Even Kiley and Roric had been accepted into their hearts as if children of their own blood. Some would state nephew and Liliana corrected with 'son'. "You have not to ask for forgiveness, Kendrew. We have both done wrong in our way where these matters are concerned. We must not let it happen again. They sought to divide us, but not again. You are my husband and I will not let that be changed." Stubborn woman she was.

Kendrew:"You have not hard work to do to make me proud. Nor none at all. I became proud of you the moment you had the daring to come towards Beathag in her service. As she grew to love you, I found you more charming on my own. So then I loved you on my own. What you do now astounds me. Each day I see you learn something.." He had not forgotten to pay heed to the works she instituted: education for the children of their home and the village. Modesty, virtue, a warm hearth always lit. Beauty by faith and deed for Liliana Campbell had it always in form. He rubbed the home of their child for he could not hold it yet in his arms. At the mention of infidelity he sucked in air, his eyes softened to show how morose the thought made him. "Never would I doubt your chastity to our marriage bed. I know whom you fit." It was a blunt, bar worthy statement but suitable. Her passage cleaved to his shaft. Her lips to his lips. Another woman in her place sickened him;"Were that I had seen them for what they were, that is my folly, not yours.." He bid them come into their home on a false smile. She shook his head. "Ne'er again." He turned up his head as she mentioned Roric, Kiley. If any understood how he missed his brother it would be her. To this day the absence of Roric haunted his sleep. Trotternish pinnacles had seen Roric pinioned to them by the bolt. He watched his body cleaved apart, bleeding. He would never forget his brother died in defense of their Lady but nor would it ever be the two of them, again. "They are ours. They are mine." He had loved them ever since their births, some may say he held them more than Roric even hand. When he philandered, he cared for them. Even now he was intent to find Roric a knight to squire with, an education for them both. Kiley would be no less than the Lady she should with infinite world at her feet. All of heaven would be theirs, if they but asked him. His lips fell against hers to remind him that sweeter things in fact lay in his reach. "Glenna, and our son," he never ceased to touch her womb, "are ours. Never do I doubt you. Nor doubt you me. There is no other woman. " He lifted his spare hand to take up through her hair, gently tilting her head back as he opened her mouth with his own. The kiss was sincere and frought with conviction. He shut his eyes, releasing a rumbling sigh under his breath.

Liliana:Were it possible to fall in love again? Listening to Kendrew talk of how proud she made him made it seem so. Every day a love that already seemed near to bursting deepened. Heart that beat inside chest belonged to him completely just as her body. There could not be another. Many spoke of the difference in age as though it should mean more. Yet all it meant to Liliana was that time could not be wasted. Like any woman whom loved thoroughly she feared the loss of the other half of her soul. They lived each day as fully as could be. To have wasted even a bit of time on such nonsense as secrets- well not again. Heart clenched at the emotion in beloved eyes as he confirmed that fidelity was not questioned. "Aye, husband, none other would fit me nor satisfy me as you do. Just as another woman could not satisfy you as thoroughly." Words of love, that would make more prudish gasp in shock, were stated aloud. Both knew that none could satisfy them as well as each other. When eye did not even wonder it proved so. Mairi had not exactly been an unpleasant looking woman yet Kendrew had turned her away. Just as any who sought to try to bed Liliana would find themselves unceremoniously set back on their heels. Talk of family brought further curving of lips as warmth flared. Any former anger or matter before seemed to fade into distance. This was what they spoke of now, of them and their loved ones, and the briefest display of tears came. "Oh, Kendrew, I-" Liliana shook head in disgrace, ashamed to even admit such, and yet had to to get his forgiveness,"I doubted. It was only for a second that I let those women make me doubt. Yet I did...and I am sorry, husband, for I know there is not reason to ever doubt..." Ashamed was Liliana. Lids lowered on trembling sigh as hand played through ebon strands and lips met his own just as eagerly. Both sought to let the other know that there could never be another. Only each other. Liliana's own lips parted easily beneath his onslaught as pulse skipped along merrily to a faster pace. Gentle hands sought to clasp behind neck as body pressed closer to his own- as close as they could get anyway with proof of their desire for the other in-between to separate.

Kendrew: "Only you.." He kissed her still, pulling back only to recite that. He pulled her into his arms if only to come where they had sat. He wished to ingest the taste of her; honey, copper brushed with honey that made her a flower. Twenty years they were. Twenty years where when he was a man she was a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes but it was little more than a year with a day at its end between them. "Such would make any doubt Liliana, those vial mouths. Vial words from vial hearts, with vial heads. Naught good to be found there lass but you are as good, in all your mouth with words that reflect the meditations of your mind, your heart, a good place. Pure place." Unabashed hands went over her chest, across her breasts that filled in her state. "So beautiful to me." He leaned his mouth down to kiss at her throat. "No one will ever mirror that."

Liliana: In this world existed over them. Had any dared to defy Kendrew's orders to leave and stay away they would find themselves abashed to witness the Lord and his Lady. Liliana did not care that they stood in the main hall as his hands touched breasts through shelter of blouse. It set a trembling into her limbs that was not caused by cold. "Aye, vial harpies they are. Never again, Kendrew." Never again would she doubt him, not even for a second! How could she have? The way lips touched against tender and sensitive flesh made lips part on a shaky breath. A weak spot indeed. Yet was not her whole body so at the mere touch of Kendrew? It further cemented in Liliana's mind that no other was meant to place hands or lips upon her body. "I love you, husband." The words were laced with heat that could only be cooled by his touch. Fingers played against nape of neck as she sought his lips this time. Passion made it firm and hungry as she sought to appease the ache that already grew. Kendrew had made fanned it to life and now it flowed wild. This man had taught her of what lovemaking really should be like. Slight laughter could be felt against his mouth as the child between them kept any closer contact though she longed to press hips against his own. Ah, once this child was born- they would have to seek out Mistress Ada for tips on how to keep from conceiving again until deciding to- for she would be taking advantage of the feel of hips pressed into hers.


And husband claimed wife as wife claimed husband, and their voices rang so loudly in the main hall that some poor woman outside dropped her bucket of soapy water to stand in stunned silence. None would further question that the Lady was meant for her husband and would not be allowing any other to take him away, and so was evidenced that the Lord was not willing to be taken away.