The Silent Revolt - 1333

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

The Silent Revolt

cont. of "Like Unto Carnsebel"
"Clan Wars 1333
The Clan War and Trial from a differing perspective
As Written by the Monarchy, Master Trades, and members of Clan MacGregor, MacDonald, and Campbell

That morning, the soldiers would find Theodore butt-assed naked tied to a wheel, with the promise to divest all to the Court for leniency.

As the trials… and the skullduggery to rouse favor of the axe against the 4… continued… Upon the land Robertson, there was a growing faction for the condemned 4… and the Argyll would be at the forefront. With the Queen’s favor gained by one simple lass days before, now loomed favoritism for Lord Iain… and his beloved Chloestrain… A movement had been born.

With no power, nor title, those that worked quickly, one would find more Argyll present in Struan and its surrounding lands than many knew even existed. Over the past few decades, Robertson and Argyll blood had mixed in marriage and childbirth… Families united in marriage and blood, now formed a union supporting the Lord that made existence possible. And… against the man that would have buried them all…

The Argyll men were now donning masks, evading the Griffin men and molesting the carnival vendors… carts were turned over, the contents spilling out… tables were overturned and the vendors molested and ridiculed. And those molestations soon ended when the Queen’s orders were carried out and the carnival was moved to nearby towns.

Next were the blood markings on all walls within, and outside of the castle. Crude paintings of Lord Alexander holding the axe above someone’s head…many assumptions that someone being Iain Robertson. Painiting with an old man on a cot paying an drawing marked as Carver MacD… and other artists’ perceptions of the wicked things that transpire in Struan and on Robertson Lands.

One morning, as the daylight broke the darnkness, the Griffin soldiers found an effigy of Lord Robertson hanging from an overhang in the square of the Castle. That and other incidents were reported to the King and Queen…

That same morning… a group of masked men raided the home of Theodore Robertson… Now the man was tied to a cart wheel, bare assed naked… the word traitor etched upon his back. But the dead of eve before this, those same masked men, having entered the home, found Theodore and Keliana in the bed copulating… Her screams soon muffled and unheard, for she was slumming and not in Dun Darroch. For the next few hours, under the promise of death, Keliana and Theodore were interrogated…

The information extracted were confession of a courtly love… and that the children, Alexander and Duncan, were truly sons of Theodore, and not Iain… the only child that was Iain’s was Emily… and that was by accident during an alcoholic binge. Iain’s rapes of Keliana, brought on by her, were to cover Keliana’s impregnation by Theodore… This information would be of great use to the man that had protected the Argylls from Lord Alexander. “I swear… dunnae kill me… Lord Alexander knows everything and hid it from all…” Theodore confessed… “Shut up yu cowardly swine… yu will ruin everything… How could I have let yu touch me…? How could I have bore…” [/color]Keliana barked vehemently, then shut up. That morning, the soldiers would find Theodore butt-assed naked tied to a wheel, with the promise to divest all to the Court for leniency.

*

Oh sweet mercy! Couldn't God visit his children in the present age with all the miracles that made their faith from the Bible? How in need of a miracle were they now the four accused so close to having heads liberated from shoulders? The removal of the carnival atmosphere, with its sordid games, plays, and rumors was replaced by a nastier event. Charictures in blood, urine, and paints stained the walls. Names were never mentioned save the vile legends of Carver MacDonald or the crazed affair of Iain and Chloestrain. In all of these names what other could find a place of consequence to matter? MacGregor, Robertson, MacDonald, Campbell. So many names for so many important faces. The name of Argyll was like the urine on the wall; refuse from the body dispelled without second thought. It mattered once, but when let go of now bypassed. In Waternish the state of castle or manor paled in comparison to the wealth of Struan and Bracadale. Argyll's cattle, farm stores, or services could not compare to Robertson. Their banner had been stricken from the processional path at the arrival of the Queen, and only one brave girl pushed by others not half as bold appeared on the road in her tartan.

Qynn had prayed for salvation to come in any form: an event, a person, or death. Of the three the last seemed most likely as she would kill herself before she spent the full eight years in Dun Darroch to pay off the debts her father incurred the house of Robertson for the taxes he couldn't pay. It was an illegal tax, but a tax they paid all the same. It kept Robertson thugs from the few things of prosperity Waternish survived on. She remembered the day she came to Dun Darroch, sitting beside her father on the seat of the cart. Said he to his daughter:

"Ah dun know how tae keep this Qynn, how tae pay these taxes. We...we be losin' everythin' child." The father said in his moment of despair. A bright optimism was dwindling with sickness and every year passing where he saw what he loved most squandered away.


"Oh Da..." She was young still, younger than now. Wide eyes looked up at the shadow the castle threw out on a Spring day. It was menacing. Nothing looked beautiful to her in Struan, not today. " Did ye come tae negotiate with the Chieftain, dae ye think he'll spare ye? Surely there must be some pity left in them. We can nay be payin fer one mistake fer'er.."

The old man hissed at his daughter for silence, "Such subjects do nay concern women."

The daughter looked at him with apologetic eyes, but continued a moment later, "Twas a woman tha' our chieftain offered up. His own daughter, tae the wrong Robertson heir in alliance. It concerns me Da if it concerns a woman. Ye would nay choose sae poorly, but they stripped ye the tanist's place afore old Robertson came in." He gave her hand a pat, seeing the anger brewing in her eyes.

"Tha' matters little now, child. Wot matters is we endure. Tis nay sae bad, tis Spring n' our fortunes will turn. They be a meetin in the old castle now at home..votin'. With wot we've done n' continue tae dae, our poverty will at least have the old title on it, my girl? Ah will be a tanist again, chieftain, in but a year if we can manage it thus..N' ye will have a match befittin' such a girl as ye."

"Ye would match me well Da. A daughter's duty n' honor tae obey.."


But instead of negotiations for relief the ultimatum came that the Old Man had decided what would pay the tax in absence of coin: flesh. He wished an indentured servant in exchange for the debt, that servant's wages would be applied toward the debt instead. Raibert Argyll went horse; his voice rose as high as it could for the deaf ears. From his cot the old man Argyll denounced that he was being obstinate, it would be his flesh he sought for coin. Aghast, Qynn threw herself infront of her father, "Nay, ye can't, m'laird, ye can't! He is but an old man, how could ye! How could ye think such a horrid thing..we sell ye out cattle, our bread, our grain n' fish, ye hold our lives in the palm of yer hand!!" Raibert bid his daughter be still, and that was the last day she ever spoke out of turn for some time because not long did they take back to the road in dread of what would come to take Raibert when instead youth would pay age's price. Her brothers could not stop the Robertson guards, and on pain of death..they watched in sorrow as their sister was taken. The debt was no more than six months of missed taxes, but Robertson found reason in made up crimes, offenses, money lent to other family members, and his own interest of control to hold Qynn for no less than eight years. She would be a chambermaid in his house, a girl descended of the tanist. In such a lowly place she could never be married after release, and none would dare seek to rebuild the fractured clan dynasty by procuring her from within. She would grow too old to bare children by the old man's reckoning in eight years that were worth anything, her face no longer beautiful, and her presence obsolute.

It would have remained that way if one spark weren't left in an otherwise crippled spirit. With one set of whispered words to her brother on a stolen visit while on an errand in town, she told him, "They say tha' the court shall process through Struan!" One girl's words became another man's hope, another man's idea ,another man's insistance. Fear still on their backs all looked at the rising sun for the first time since their fall with the Hope all begun by Qynn's words. Two days later, her brother would smuggle her clothes: A brown skirt, a simple blouse, and their tartan.


"Wot am I tae dae with these things, Morton.."

"Wear them on the road as the Queen passes, they say she comes first.."


"But..but.." she dropped the, as if they were poisoned, "They'll whip me! Kill me..if I dae such a disobience tae the house!"

Morton couldn't say what came over him, but he shook his sister's shoulders. She cried of hurt, but said he, "We hurt, Qynn, we all dae! It took one mistake tae ruin Waternish n' these last five years 'ave been hell, n' the five before them we were teeterin tae oblivion. We always lived in Alexander's shadow but we was free, nay now! Sae wot hurt could they afford ye worse than strippin yer name like they have? Fook Quinlyn n' his daughter, fook 'em! Twas his error he ne'er should've been chieftain but Da could be. Tanist, if anythin! They listen.. if ye but dae this...dae this! YE are the Tanist's daughter Qynn nay some girl who waits for their shyte in a bucket!"

*

The words from one mouth to the brother of the Queen were never forgotten. The court that came to Struan did have a care, and for the first several days after arrival Qynn was spotted by the party consisting of the Queen, her brother, and the man called Jack Trades. With the arrival of the King the girl's visits became sporadic. With the trial in progress, it was said the Robertsons underwent cattle raids courtesy of their Waternish neighbors, and the the Argyll would have happily signed on with Carver. For this, her work load was tripled. Her superior sent the poor girl down to the dungeons to pick up buckets of human waste. Did they hope she'd contract a sickness? She was forced to scrub the floors of cells, yet it wasn't with hot water, but cold. What germs did they hope to kill, did they hope too the prisoners would die? She was flea bitten from changing the straw in the pallets, her ankles nipped at from the guard hounds. The indignation continued with doing the same in the old man's chambers, in Keilana's chambers. When she had stared in awe for a moment at a command to strip the prisoner Iain's things from the walls, she muttered yet he is not dead..what will King say, only to be smacked across the face by the head of the household. "Wot are ye gaein tae dae, chyt, open your mouth? Ye wouldn't dare. You don't have the courage and the old man would kill yer father, and you..if you dare offend. HE is your laird n' master now, Old Alexander, and the Lady Robertson might as well be yer mother.." Beaten, abused, and exhausted...the young woman in silence reached the point of no return. Too afraid again, she almost squandered her first idea of setting all free for this life, because it was what she now knew. Qynn Argyll would either be free or she would die trying. The servant they called Qynn o' Waternish in the absence of her sir name died on that day.

*

Beathag had come to Struan with the intention of studying Waternish. She wanted to know why the people who came to court from the region did so sporadically, and why the name of Argyll was seldom mentioned in annual reports. By the time the trial was in its full upswing, the Queen's original mission was relegated to the back of her thoughts. Yet, something pressed her to continue. A pleasure ride through the region revealed rich manufacturing of local staples while the Argyll were too quick to be thankful for Robertson assistance. They laughed at her, she thought, behind her back for playing at investigations left incomplete only to sit so serene with life in her hand. She knew that if she were not careful, more than four people would die, and over years, no less. The original party had no time to discuss what was seen, and indeed, she had no clue if her brother or Jack saw anything else. Now with the children of the Irish ruler coming to Struan, her hands were full of too much with expectation that all be made well by the sound of her voice.

Favoritism was a beneficial danger. As much as it could uplift, it could condemn. Was her favoritism of Qynn causing the girl pain? She caught a glimpse of her one day at the edges of her chamber. No more than a curtsy, no risen head. Every corner she appeared around there was no time to speak. "She's bein watched," she told her brother Caldean as he escorted her to the chambers for trial, "N' Ah want tae know by whom. Ah want tae make this done, yet it must be carefully done. This can nay upset the trial lest it will be all fer naught.""

"Ah'll find a means tae get her aside, by m'self n' a meetin with yerself, perhaps Trades has seen somwot, or he may be gone. Very odd, very trick man."

"A vera busy, a very sought after man," she corrected while he simply nodded.

It didn't take long for this desire to manifest for no sooner had the King come close to pronouncing a verdict the first time did he see the Argyll woman's curiosity finally getting the better of her. You see, she didn't want Iain Robertson to die anymore than she wanted Waternish in Robertson control. He had never seen Qynn, but she'd seen him enough to know that he was their hope for a fair negotiation. Every attempt she'd made to come close to him in prison failed miserably. She was hoping to make some sign at him, instead catching the attention of Caldean. "Her Majesty has worried o' yer health, n' the state o' yer people. She's still tryin her best. One hopes ye've nay given up or sought tae many other ideas?" Qynn would have lept in shock had not Caldean captured her waist to ground her. The grip was like iron! She was pulled backwards, backwards, for none would miss her. Backwards toward a place of silence. It would be arranged that she would appear before the Royal Suite when everyone retired for a mid-day rest to divulge all things, and at mid-day, her knees knocking together..she was smuggled in to the sitting room of their majesties to wait...

[Lord Iain Robertson]

Those of the dungeons, besides the incarcerated and the guards, were the occasional visitor… and the unseen woman whose task is to scrub the floors, change the straw, and empty the refuse buckets; those nasty containers of human excrement… the carriers of germs. Her efforts only as weak arms can afford the prisoners a clean abode.

Iain did not get many visitors… the Lady Liliana, a Priest, time to time, and the girl that would clean his cell, even if only for appearance purposes. Early on in the incarceration, as he sat upon the straw, the guard entered… put the shackles on and made him stand against the wall. Then the girl entered, she looked to him and smiled…. “Goot tae see yae well M’Lord…” she said softly…

The guard pushed her arse with his boot… “No talking wench… do yaer job then be gone…” and at that Iain cursed the man… “Damn ye… Leave be yae swine… no need tae be cruel…” Iain’s words and movement, forced the guard to level his spear at him, and Iain canted his head. “One day yae bastard…” The girl rose to her knees… “Nay M’Lord… Ah be fine…” Her eyes pleaded his effort. The guard spit at Iain, then exited mumbling. Closing the door, sliding the bolt closed, keeping the lass and the Lord inside.

As the shackles rattled, Iain looked at the girl. By the necklace she wore, he assumed her Robertson. “I thought I knew everyone from Struan lass, but I ‘ave never seen yu…” Iain was a stern man, not harsh; and he took the time to know as many people as possible... even to the extent of being considered by the nobles as favoring the lower classes due to his legimacy. The girl looked up from her scrubbing… “Oh nay M’Laird… I am Qynn o’Waternish…” Iain smiled as they were interrupted by the guard.

During the days of incarceration for the infamous 4, Qynn made the excuses to clean the cells, visiting each one, and more so, Lord Iain, as she called him still. Upon the day in particular, she hurried her task of cleaning, so she may take the time to answer the Laird questions he had asked so often. This eve, the girl known only as Qynn took her own life, and that of her family, into her own hands… and informed the Laird of what was, and has been, happening in his absence.

Now Iain, the true Laird of the Robertson, found out that his Father was oppressing the one people, the clan was vowed to protect. His tills be ing filled with profits… lands of Waternish being re-deeded, cattle rebranded, and gardens reaped bare. “Qynn…. You need to see the King, or Queen.” And that statement sent terror into her facial features, she paled and shook her head violently and began banging on the door. “Yes Qynn…. You must… the Majesties are fair… yu must…” This sent the girl crying from the cell… the guard laughing, as he slammed the door, leaving Iain shackled.

The trial progressed… and the cells got dirtier… and the ‘honeybucket’ was now emptied by a different lass… and Iain would stand against the wall, shackled… but not as before… he did not engage in conversation with the servant… though he desperately desired to ask what became of the lass known as Qynn o’Waternish.

[Master Claramae St. Laurence]

She kept to herself a great many days, until after the King's mercy had allowed the prisoners moved to guarded rooms, with a day of freedom out of doors. If those so bound could be freed, what could she set free with her own words? By now, the origins of Qynn of Waternish would spread given the gathering all of the women had attended. She had to learn to say he rname..



"God be kind tae me, God shelter n' preserve me.." in the waiting room of their majesties she prayed, over and over. It had been impossible to gain access to the prisoners after her dismissal, and she drew afraid again until a bit of bravery found her in the keeping of a man she'd seen along the road. Caldean wasn't a horrid fellow, Qynn thought, as she was made to sit in a chair. What was she doing in so fine a room as this? She smelled of her chores, her hair stringy. The man said it mattered precious little so long as it was in one piece her body stayed and a sure set of notes her voice made. He made to leave to see if the Queen was on her way, but she pleaded with him, "Sir, sir leave me nay..leave me nay until the come I beg ye..I..might faint." Caldean looked at the color leaving her face. She trembled, constantly, like a leaf on the storm being tossed about.

It wasn't far from the truth. Qynn was supposed to be the 'one' to save them, wasn't she? Her father couldn't do it three years ago, and her bravery couldn't run out now. So many times she came close to the edge of all choices only to flee back in the shadows from whence she came. The poor girl was of so many nerves that she excused herself to sicken in a refuse pale beyond the room.

"She's worried 'erself ill," said the Queen's brother in an obvious statement. Indeed, he planned to tell all of this to the oil-skin toting fellow his sister viewed so highly. He would tell it to the Guardian as well, he would have told his nephew but his nephew was gone to other ventures beyond guarding his regal aunt.The boy was off to find his fortune as a man of the nation with the sun rising on his infinite possibility. What future was their for a woman here in Qynn's posistion but destitution? It never occurred to him that as she returned, she would open her mouth to begin. "Ah'm sorra sir, m'lord..Ah...have somewot tae tell ye."

*

In the cells below...

"Are you sure, Dublain, what makes ye think such a thing?" Kendrew's knowledge on matters beyond him was being completed as the man who often went unchained and viewed as a plaything spoke with him in one of the rooms for questioning. What they said was never heard aloud, only mutterings.

"Ah be sure o' it, Kendrew. M'mind is a sharp thing where one eye fails me n' m'touch faulters.. Ah've seen the girl afore. Bent o'er shyte buckets nay but some years agone now, when the Argyll gave us a few heads o' cattle tae begin again on Raasay, a sign o' friendship, tha' they believed in us. She was with the Chieftain then, n' the tanist.." A visit with the Lord Guardian was eduational to him in that Dublain had better ears to compensate for his one eye, a memory that recalled things he experience or what was told to him. Kendrew was baffled by the amount of gaul had of Robertson to imprison the young woman, let alone the extent of what the old man controlled from his cot.

*

My name is Qynn...Qynn Argyll....I beh the daughter o' the Tanist o' Clan Argyll..

[Jack Trades]

Two servants stood outside the door of Jack's assigned chamber. One knocked with a plaintive voice. "Master Trades, sir? We've brought food for you." There was no reply, and they knocked again. Still there was no reply, and they began to whisper to one another.
"Cathleen, what the devil does he do in there all day?"
"Hush! Don't be impolite, Brigit. He could be right on the other side of this door."
"Pft, he could be dead for all I know - almost never sets foot outside the room. He's got not a shred of manners and I hear we're the last two that will have anything to do with him."
"It's true," Cathleen said, "I can't understand why royalty would consort with such a foul man."
"Well what if we go in and check?"
"...And receive the arse-chewing that Shaemus got? No, thank you."
Another few moments passed.
"Ugh, "Cathleen stamped her foot impatiently" I don't care if his food gets cold. Leave the tray."
Brigit complied and the two gossiped further as they left down the hallway.

A shadow stirred in the hall alcove the two had just passed, and from it emerged a burly figure clad in an oil-skin poncho and topped with a broad-brimmed hat. Bootfalls that were uncharacteristically silent for someone of his size carried his bulk toward the food and his chamber. Slipping inside, the food was set down and the room was methodically searched. Afterwards, the food was inspected and carefully picked through. While he ate, calloused hands withdrew a small leather-bound book from the folds of oilskin and a stick of charcoal. The book was flipped open to a page and, inbetween bites, a rough-drawn map of the castle was fleshed out with sketches and annotations. Schedules and movements of people were recorded as well as conversations overheard. Once finished, Trades stepped to the bed and stuffed the pillows under the sheets in a mimick of a body. He then walked to a chair near a corner of the room, settled into it, and slept.

The next mid-day found Trades striding down the hallway in a fast, but even gate to the royal suite. Pushing the door open, the brawny frame intruded upon Qynn's revelation without any semblance of formality.

Caldean instantly shot Trades an impatient look with a blurted, "Where the hell have you been?"

The shrouded frame never broke stride as it strode past Qynn and an unhurried reply rumbled back. "Yer sister brought me here as an Agent. I've been Agent-ing" The last word was given emphasis on the improper joint. Without ceremony, Jack grasped a plate of food in the suite and tossed it into the fire place noisily. Now the oilskin clad figure turned to face the quizzical, the annoyed, and the terrified.

"As part of that, I've come tae make a report right now as I believe the matters take precedent. Allow me tae continue tae dispense with gracious gestures in order tae say what matters. Fer starters, we've eaten our last meal here."
He produced a small glass bottle mostly-filled with a clear liquid and held it up for them to see.
"I donnae yet know exactly what it is, but I suspect it be a poison that is affecting yer health, Adam. Methinks it be the effort of someone proficient enough to stage the slow death of a King under the duress of a stressful situation. Once they find it missing, they may opt for quicker solutions. Secondly, security in this castle be a joke. It was when we first arrived, and it has worsened since the guard has been changed. Quite a few folk were angered by casting the old guard out and loyalties be mixed at best with the new. This castle survives more on the bluff of being a military fortification than actual defensive capability. Methinks the best show of that is the political effigy that was erected right in the courtyard.
Thirdly, there be a portion of the public that has demonized the accused and already convicted them in their own minds. News of pulling them out of the dungeon has nae been received well. With everything else that's happened, I beleive it won't be long afore-"

It was then that a loud crash reverberated through the castle followed by the muffled echoes of yells and shouts. The weather-beaten brim dipped with a sigh. The hearty voice hushed a bit, and fell into a monotone.

"...Make ready tae travel and battle. Now."

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

To Leave
the departure and journey to Eilean Donan


Adam was taken back by Jack’s entry… and he stood beside Bess in wonderment. As Caldean spoke, Adam’s attention veered only a moment, but refocused on what the man was saying. “Yae cannae believe that soom would stoop sae low as tae killing the King, and his family…?” Who was Adam kidding? Alexander, a member of the old style of clan thinking would be willing to do such a thing. He had committed murder, arson, torture, and extortion over the years…but the wilely man more than often covered his tracks well…

And then the crash, yells, and shouts occurred… and without thinking, Adam grabbed a sword and stood ready for anything… It had been over a year since the man had done any real fighting…but he had continued to practice… and outside he could hear the bootfalls of guards….




Master Jack Trades

"I can beleive it quite easily," the monotone continued. "Though, objectively, I cannae verify that ye've indeed been dosed or that this be intended fer ye. Regardless, I feel it best we retain control of it." The bottle was slipped inside the folds of oilskin again and a few things could be heard being shuffled. A now gauntleted hand sporting sharpened claw tips emerged holding an apple which was flipped to Adam. "Here, this should keep yer strength up. This castle was designed well. We should have a few minutes to gather things and persons." (d)


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

Beathag listened to the approach outside of the room. The feet were hard boots. Steel clattered in their hands, and loud voices beginning to insist or object on access to the royal suites grew louder by the minute. Her heart began to thud hard enough to make her flesh hurt above it, as if the organ would explode. "We can nay run tha' way, "she spoke from her head, calmer than her body much to the lady's suprise, "If we are in peril than everyone is, m'son n' daughter, the MacDonald n' MacGregor chieftains, the accused.." Adam looked at his wife with doubt so apparent that his disagreeance with her words lasted several moments. Self preservation over the lot of them was his priority, his family. The world in that moment could fall away if they endured. She looked in her hands for the answer before turning to the girl who had said nothing this entire time, only gone white with fear. Qynn: "M'lady, ye were comin' tae confess yerself, ye may dae sae along the way. Ye know the servant's passages, the ways tae places others would ignore..take me through them, we will knock 'pon each door. Ye will send out a page, with instruction tae ready nay less than four carriages, without livery we haven't the time...but guard, deeply guarded. Come."

Lady Qynn Argyll

"Your majesty...I ...I.."


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"Refuse me now n' ye've lost, ye've all lost n' yer kin can nay afford it. But dae this now..n' live the Tanists daughter ye are. Ah want tae get to Waternish."

Lady Qynn Argyll

Qynn fathomed the possibility of her own freedom in the surrender to the commands, a command that had her choice on the end of it. Taking the Queen's hand, she quietly said. "Follow me." (d)


Master Jack Trades

The weather beaten brim canted slightly as Bess and Qynn spoke. Without any beckon, the brawny frame followed righ behind Bess. The voice did not rise, but articulated the words very quickly. "Tae get tae the horses we'll probably have tae fight. Escaping on foot is an option." (d)


Lady Qynn Argyll

"I will get it done, nay yer majesty ,this can not be everyone in the castle revoltin'. Surely it's only a few. Laird Alexander would not order such a thing in his own home, it would stain him." Stain him further, at any rate. Qynnspoke the most Jack had ever heard her speak. She was quick, passing them through a wooden door and through the castle. It was terribly dank in the passages, leaving it to be little wonder of what the Laird hoped the Tanist's daughter would succumb to through constant exposure. She looked left and right, " "This way, it will be your Lady's room, the Campbell suites."


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"Jack, the children, some o' them are infants, some are younger still. There be tae many of them tae flee on foot. Women are with child. Nay. I'm nay leavin these people at the mercy o'a rebellion nay matter how small it may seem. It would nay take much for all of Struan to rejoice in their deaths. Tell us wot else ye fond out on your scoutin..." She opened her ears to him until the moment they reached liliana's rooms, banging open the door with news of what occurred outside of their rooms. They were to gather their family and follow through this same passage to head to coaches. The time in Dun Darroch was done. All it took was one small skirmish to insight a world of change..


Prince Caldean and King Adam Aberdeen


"They be getting' closer, Adam." Caldean long since stood with sword drawn as they went closer to the door. His brother in law he tried to posistion just behind him, but Adam stepped as far forward as could be allowed. Inwardly he hoped words would quell them, promise of threat made real for he never spoke hollow. "Nay they are here, brother." (d)


Master Jack Trades

"Then a fight it is". The reply came simply. "Passages, tactical positions...most of the new gaurd is fresh and has never seen battle afore. What I saw of the people skulking about the castle makes me think they be townsfolk and nae a regular military unit. I expect this fight tae progress slowly with many deaths. His breath caught mid-sentence as the wrinkeld brim snapped over a shoulder. He growled under his breath. "The fools!" Whipping around, the burly figure sprinted back toward where Caldean and the King stood ready. The King was correct, and the first masked men had just come into view. "Down!" Was the only gutteral cry he gave thw two as he skidded to a halt just behind them. The same Huo Jian that he had shown to Bess and led to his promotion and being in the castle was now drawn, and a shortened fuse already lit. Just as it was leveled, a great "FAHACHAAA!" heralded roiling smoke and the shreik of arrows roaring down the hallway. They pierced flesh and armor to the tune of pained yells. They still sizzled for a few moments as more compatriots advanced, just in time as the arrows finished burning and exploded -charring and rending flesh. (d)


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"God, try nay tae shed tae much blood....try.." The last of a fetal belief that this was not the Laird Alexander's doing, that this was indeed only a handful of disenters began to dissolve; still, so disorganized as to only be recruited townsfolk. Was he playing on their disdain, their worries? She began to wonder if Struan had not access to its own printer's press..for the rapid spread of information was like fire in a grass.. Her words fell no doubt ondeaf ears. Behind her the sounds of explosion made her cringe. There wasn't time to see if Liliana would emerge from the room, or to wonder if the fighting would only be contained to the royal suites.


Lady Qynn Argyll

"Yer Majesty, quickly! Come the Lady's MacGregor are just here, n' the Chieftain! How will we get tae the prisoners m'lady..ye would have to go out into the halls for that, It is so dangerous..."


Prince Caldean Aberdeen

"Adam's now is not the time to be brave, yer condition could be compromised..look out!" Instinct brought the sword baring hand up by way of the arm for first contact, only to find that he grabbed his brother in law instead to hit the floor hard. "Wot the fook is tha'!" Thick, brogue slapped Dun Darroch stone as he threw hands over his head. Arrows went whipper wheeling out in what seemed ten different directions. Where the hell had Beathag found this lunatic, and what did she ask him to do?

King Adam Aberdeen

Adam, for his part, was wide eyed enough to admitt that he wished to watch the outcome. At the same time, he noticed the level of shrieking had diminished..the next approach was hesitating. "The gold talons must be already engaged, or they would've come to the suites by now," As it was only three of them had entered the fray, covered from death by the fall of an emeny body as they dodged the arrow device. "We need to make sure they have time, Trades, I trust you can make this happen with me or m'wife would nay be sae fond." The King came on his feet. If in one circumstance Adam never faulted, it was in battle. "Come."

Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"In times o' danger ye do nay seek tae feel pride nor sorrow, nor anythin, ye merely dae wot needs be done, lass. Let us rouse as many as we can, open the door tae this room, they may nay believe ye otherwise.." The MacGregor suite of the women was banged upon from the servant side, the door opened to reveal the Queen's face for but an instant before she vanished further on (d)


Master Jack Trades

Gauntleted fingers made fast and practiced work of reloading the huo jian with a very short fuse while he spoke. "Be it nae apparent? Let me have the point. We fight corner to corner and doorway to doorway. This be a much different battlefield." It was then that the oilskin poncho began to smoke ominously. After a few strides past the king, an iron orbe resembling a smoking squash was chucked to the end of the hall. Bouncing around the corner it roared with the screams of the dying in an explosion." (d)

Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"We leave, the castle be compromised n' we make for Waternish." The last room she emerged in was that of the Laird MacGregor himself. He would react as he saw fit, but it was not everyday the Queen emerged from parts unknown, undetered by the lack of convention as she spied the large heavy oak door. "N' ye say his chambers are the closest tae the next wing, up the stairs where the prisoners rooms be/?" Qynn gave tokens of information that whenall was settled, she would ponder. How was it that he was poised with the better access to the prisoners yet the royal suites were some distance away? Had his room been moved upon a request, was he so wanting to control...it was not important now. Long strides crossed the space in less time than another woman would require. Qynn's steps had to run to keep in pace with Beathag's, her small hand coming in to the Queen's keeping. "Now twill be your turn tobe stayin' close tae me. " She did not stay to see if Searc would come to add them or if he would retire through the open servant's door just yon. It had been a long, long time since she felt the nearness of a battle. Veins pricked with quick running blood as she threw back the door, pushed Qynn behind her as they pressed themselves to the wall to head up the stairs. The sound of the guard's confusion was bouncing from wall to wall. Apparently news of the disturbance in the royal suites brought men to arms, each beginning to organize his fellows. "Tis the Queen, aye, it is her majesty? Your Majesty..what is this, you should leave, at once!" "Aye n' we will..open the doors, the accused will come with us, to the carriages below. NOW" Every door was quickly opened, the contents of rooms emptied as the news began to spread like quick fire. Servants in other wings were brough to a stand still. Talk of God's wrath to the Robertsons would become a thought, to become legend by sunset. No, not everywhere did blood shed but explosions ringing made exagerations the more fascinating to tell --


Lord Dublain MacDonald

"Your majesty, wot they say is true?" Of the accused, it would be Dublain who found his way to the Queen first, pushing himself so he could push forth for answers. When he had been released, his sword had been return to him. He wore it now, despite holding the stick in his hand for a leg only 3/4 of the way recovered required it. "Come, we need tae get ye both out of here..Agatha, Ryan! Ye too." He had no intention of leaving the servants who paid him every kindness behind. God, for the first time in his life he thought with less strategy and more worry, worry for the woman he had taken to wife on his freedom day: Lindall MacGregor.

Griffin Gold Talon

"Your majesty, not this way, some come up the stairs now...find another way, another!" The Griffin guard literally turned bodies about pushing them back. Where could they go, was there a way?"


Qynn Argyll

"This way, this way quickly please! Follow me.." (d)


Master Jack Trades


Against rabble and defecting guardsmen, the technology and tactical mind of Jack Trades may as well have been the vintage of the grapes of wrath. With the King and Caldean in tow, their advance was a series of short courched sprints forward punctuated another castle-rocking explosion or furious shrieking. None of the gathered enemy got close enough for melee wepaons. That is until, they reached the opening of a larger hall with many entryways and a very high ceiling. At the moment, it was empty of people, and Jack ducked back around the corner they just cleared. "Adam, do ye think this gives them enough time? I be running low on ammunition, and this hall will leave us exposed. I say we withdraw whilst we can." After another moment in waiting for the king to respond, an arrow clicked hard as it impacted the stone corner that Jack stood just behind. (d)

Lady Qynn Argyll

"Everyone this way, in the Laird Iain's room there is a door tha' I take tha' leads down from here, the courtyard will be closer." Inbetween her fingers the hem of dusty, damp skirts criss crossed between the spaces as everyone gathered to follow the lead of the mouse so often under Robertson's boot. When the tail was set free as the metaphor went, what hole would she scurry in? No, she was daring to reach for a place in the open air. This chance, this one chance to follow them where their carriages would lead her home after three years of hell.


King Adam Aberdeen

"Time enough. You're right on one thing, Trades. They be ill-suited, untrained. Brigand gathered so let's be hopin' it is to this wing alone." The empty hall was decieving. Listen to the senses, obey the ones other than sight for they knew better than the immediate. Caldean kept Adam behind him, just to the right. Adam gave a nod to his brother in law and the master who touted strange weaponry. What could the eyes believe.. he thought to himself, huffing hard. As they were preparing to sink back, one of the men retrograded to consider the footsteps behind him. Adam was a footstep, a swipe quicker, cutting into the side of the figure before pushing the sword through. Blood - it escaped the body, moving under foot..

Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"It sounds as if the halls just outside 'ere be fillin, or the castle grows more active elsewhere.." Beathag kept her fingers in Qynn's hand, lending the girl courage and drawing some for herself. Lord MacDonald had pushed to the front of them as they began to move down, a place he felt better taken than by a slip of a girl who could do no harm, or could she? Maybe the greater harm in the nonviolent one was in action.(d)


Master Jack Trades

"Aye, let us be gone then. Methinks we should find Bess." The words were spoken even before the the man on Adam's sword finished dying. A gauntleted hand urged them onward as the huo jian stayed trained on the entryway they were leaving. (d)


Lord Dublain MacDonald

"They were tryin' to catch their majesties unawares..yet I wonder who would order it, e'en if old man Robertson is a power mongerer, deep n' wicked..he would nay live this long a fool. Hope before your majesty's presence, shan't garner any new charges?" they took the steps nearly two at a time, winding, twisting down. The thick dank in the air tried to suffocate the lungs enough to wrestle a cough from his insides.


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"Nay m'laird, at any rate his majesty will surely pardon ye now.." It was an action worthy of one. The sound of sword drawn quiet from sheath began to change the way her thoughts were translated, actions conducted. Just beyond the door was a small hall between the area where servants worked on the clothing or wash toward an outyard. "We may have conflict getting tae where we ought gae.."


Prince Caldean Aberdeen

"Aye, God knows where m'sister could be, or what about." In the absence of his sister, his duty was to the King. It didn't mean his mind wasn't apt to roam over the idea her sister would have to invoke a long quiet capability that roused the hound in her. (d)

[Men of Skye]

Mark and Shyvonne were busy consummating their marriage vows, when the faint crash, followed by the tink tink of steel upon steel downstairs… At first, they were too busy… too involved in what they were doing to be concerned in the halls below… down stairs was another matter… to which they ignored what they thought to be sword practice… But at the same time the odd sound of the strange weapon erupted in the corridors below, Mark and Shyvonne both climaxed and succumbed to pleasure, wrapped in each others arms… Then the screams of the wounded or dying coupled with the slurs of young Gold Talon soldiers cursing their attackers grew louder… and the Queen’s voice to evacute the wing. That was enough, Mark rolled from his new bride’s arms and grabbed a pair of trousers as he headed to the door.

Locked!! “Dammit to hell…” he cursed as he tried to strongarm the door handle… Looking around, he grabbed a chair and continued to batter the door handle… Mistake!! The invader roaming the hall unlatched the lock… and then it opened… and in the door was a hooded man with a sword… and behind him, Shyvonne, sans clothing…. “aw fook…” and he threw the chair at the invader and kicked the door closed. In vain, the door just was kicked opened by the invader as he advanced on Mark, the sword leveled at him.

The invader advanced and when Shyvonne stood up bare assed naked, it drew his attention… and that gave Mark the split-second he needed. The experienced knight sprung upon the invader and a fight ensued… Grunts and moans followed from both men. Luckily, the sword was knocked from the inexperienced invader’s hands; and as Mark used his fists to pommel the man’s face, Shyvonne grabbed the sword… and calling Mark’s name tossed it to him. One step back, a wrist twisted and caught the sword by the lower blade. Now despite the blood seeping from his left hand, Mark grabbed the sword by the hilt with his right, and drove the tip thru the invader’s stomach.

Now he was armed… Slipping on his boots, he saw Shy quickly dressing and when she was done, he grabbed her hand…. And they exited the room, glancing right then left before moving toward the main part of the castle.

It was in the large open room with the many passageways that he saw the King, Caldean, and Jack Trades… seeing one dead masked invader, he took a dagger from the man’s belt and gave it to Shyvonne… then they would join them in whatever would come their way… “Your Majesty… may I lend a sword?” he said in a hurried voice…

Iain’s room was next to Chloestrain’s… and when the throaty voice of the Queen demanded exit by all inhabitants, Iain stepped toward her… “Your Majesty… what is going on?” and they were soon joined by Chloe, who seemed as confused as Iain.

After a brief explanation, one that was cut off by the small woman named Qynn urging them to come her way… her small hand urging them to her… Iain took Chloestrain’s hand and they followed…

The royals were divided… The King, Caldean, Jack, two young Gold Talons, Mark, and Shyvonne were in one part of the castle trying to make their way out; with every turn of a corridor, they had to fight masked invaders, who, by all means were no match for the group; while the Queen, Qynn, Kendrew, Liliana, Iain, and Chloestrain, and three White Talon guards.

As the group entered Iain’s room, and exited thru a small passage, hidden behind a tapestry, Iain cursed laughingly. “Damn… I could have gotten out any friggin’ time…” and Chloe yanked his hand to make him stop joking, for this was no joking matter. As he reached for the small door to close it, hiding their escape…

Searc entered the room… and seeing the tapestry move, he too eventually followed into the narrow passage.

The group twist and turned thru the narrow, dark, dank, cobweb infested passage… and upon entry into a larger area, Qynn paused and looked around, then turned left…

And as the group started again, Searc was able to catch up… and in the dim light ahead… he saw Iain… with Chloe’s hand in his….

Eilean Donan

Aaron Reid: Beyond the door, he noted the clothes swinging on the line in the light of the day with no hands to pluck them down. Servant songs turned to lady's cries of concern as a portion of the castle was engulfed in a revolt while the other half bordered on great curiosity as to why four carriages were suddenly lining themselves up for departure. "This way," He stepped infront of the little party of women, sword drawn as they moved in silence until the left over of rage found them. One of the male servants thought to himself aloud "And if all this goes on, why, surely someone would want to pay a ransom for the likes of even one of ye..or the Laird Robertson would reward me for quellin' your fears.." He grinned in a bitter-sweet way of reckoning. That it had come to this, part of him tried to pull the other away. Yet, the collection of servants in the castle included more than one indentured servant.

Aaron was a Reid, indebted to the old man more than three years, or even six. He had lost eight years of his life in repayment of a debt. Eight years, from eleven to ninenteen. His 'service' was forced long arm for the Robertsons, beaten to understand the art which he now expertly practiced, blocking their way with a flintlock pistol. Dublain growled softly, but it was Qynn who shook her head..

Lady Qynn Argyll: "Please, please do nay hurt him! Aaron listen tae yerself, come with us! Come away from here, her majesty will make it better, please! and all of them, do nothin tha' would make anything worse than servitude, prison.."

Aaron Reid: Aaron scoffed, laughing, "Prison, I have been in hell for eight years, Qynn. I am no one's son nor brother anymore, I have long since been abandoned here. Oh yes. Debts long since been repayed but he says I owe him now." Alexander Robertson must have owned them more in mind than he ever could in body.

Lady Lindall MacDonald: Lindall had been in the room she shared with Shyvonne, Robin and their ladies maids, She had been playing with Robin a game of checkers, seated on the floor when all the hub bub had begun.. Poking her head out into the corridor and seeing what was going on, she came back to the room and took charge, gathering Robin, and a few of his things, and ordeing Leigha with her.. The trio made it down into the main hall and out the kitchens toward the stables.. where Lindall was pulling horses from the stables.. "No time for saddles , Up you go " she urged Leigha onto the back of a horse, then struggled to raise Robin onto it.. into Legiha care.. there was no way her pregnant self could get up onto a horse.. so she held the bridle, and led them out the back.. carrying a pitchfork in the other hand , willing to spear anyone who tried to stop her in the gut.. "Get young Master Robin out of here.. go North.. to the Inne at Murey.. I'll find you" she slapped the horse on the rear.. "I'm going to find Shy and we will come to you, but if we aren't there within the day, go south to Sleat.. take Robin home " she waved as the horse, thundered off.. before she turned.. heading back toward the castle and to find Shyvonne.. and her Husband, Dublain

Aaron Reid: "If it's goin to end, might as well end well. All this talk of fairness and justice, all that goes on under that..nose..." He pointed to Beathag with a sniff, the pistol wavering in unsteady hands as he spoke, "they wouldn't have known any sooner had they not ridden to war. I'm glad of it, let the failure be seen then. Aye, the glory of Dun Darroch, its shyte!" He spat at them, they stepped back. The Talon guard had come around them by this point, ahead of what others may be in their party to take him down, but of yet were not so armed. Any who advanced up to the trigger happy Reid were greeted with his leveling behind the eyes. It'd be a matter of getting behind him.

Queen Beathag Aberdeen: "Hush, hush.." She whispered to Qynn, urging her to say nothing that would antagonize Aaron further. She pulled the girl against her, gently urging her backwards as that eye kept tilting toward her. Why should she get his freedom, and not him? Why should any of them get anything and not him? When it seemed nothing else would come of it he aimed the gun at the center of the party. The Talon guard rushed at him!

Lord Dublain MacDonald: In the mix of it was Dublain, pushing the women and others around the guard while they had him, toward the carriages, toward safety. What it must have been when an ear splitting shot rang off into the sky. All froze. He froze. The people were in a strange tangle, so it was not clear who, if any, had taken a shot. He widened his eyes..stumbling backward.. in the sheer shock of the moment. No blood was shed from any of them, not even him. It seemed the shot had gone upward, and only the explosion, the heat of the instrument had burned the face of Ryan and the hand of Beathag, who managed to take it from him. Indeed...he surrendered it..only shooting it when his finger slipped. "Fook," he glowered, taking the moment to smack the young man unconscious as the guard dealt with the last of his fits.

Lady Qynn Argyll: "He's taken with spells, majesty, they will hurt him!" Qynn cried, yet the party pressed onward. Onward toward the stables where one of the Griffin Guard began to shepard Qynn, who led them to where the carriages might be, based on memory, outward beyond it.

Lord Dublain MacDonald:[/color] "Lindall?" He thought he saw the edge of her shadow..a wisp of hair

Lady Lindall MacDonald: She had hidden in a stall when she heard the shot, the pitchfork grasp into her hand like a jousting pole.. relief flooded her as she heard his voice calling out her name.. and she came out from her hidey hole. "Dublain ?" she took a deep breath and moved toward him in a fast.. waddle.. pitchfork still in hand, like some vengeful farmers wife, after a wolf in her flock.. seeing Shyvonne she smiled.. "I was coming for you little sister " and she ment it, she had been prepared to skewer the whole dam rebellion to see her family safe.

Lord Dublain MacDonald: Inside a stall she was, with all the vigor of a thing gone mad. In a way he found the image as appealing as it was a thing of great comfort to know that should the land ever need defending, she was of a sense to see it done. "Aye, aye. God I was worried." He took her in his arms with a quick kiss to the forehead, "Let's get ye all in the carriages..where's yer nephew..where's Robin?"

Queen Beathag Aberdeen: "Tell me the boy was with ye all when ye left!" She widened her eyes at the horrendous thought of him being taken undertow in the waves of that hall. From a distance she saw a sight that made her heart soften all the more, her own babes taken under a guard's care, being put within a carriage. "Thank Gods," she whispered.

Lady Lindall MacDonald: "He is safely away with Shyvonne's ladies maid. they just left going north.. " she turned to see Shyvonne and Mark coming into the stables, but not Searc Chloe or Iain... "Where are the others... Searc.. Chloe ?" wide emerald eyes serched the doorway as the royal children were loaded into one of the carriages.. "Dublain.. your brother and Nephew?" she questioned.. already pulling from his arms heading back toward the castle.. it was her family inside.. MacGregor women, got to love them.

Queen Beathag Aberdeen: "Wot mean you, the Laird Iain and Lady Chloestrain are just..." But as Beathag turned around there was nothing to testify to the fact she believed to be concrete of them being there. A soft gasp fell as the party had shortened by three, "The Laird Searc?" In her mind she began to see a scene worse than any rebellion. The three of them alone could be war unto itself. Worse than Broadford, Worse than Kyleakin. Worse than Cartevalle Abbey. "Lady, lady hold ye can not do this! Your baby.." Beathag caught hold of her arm, shaking her head no.

Lord Dublain MacDonald: "She's right Lindall, we have tae let the guard go back for them, nor will I let ye risk yerself in tha' way." There would be time for gentle hushes later, for soft rebukes. For now he would drag her to the carriage kicking and screaming, if it indeed came down to that. He would drag them all because it was not the way of men to allow the women with children, the women royal, and any of the fairer sex in any station to be privy to such things. Tradition be damned. It was about sense.

Kendrew Campbell: "Beathag, m'children and wife I put to your keeping...you, n' you, follow me. We must find the missing." The Lord Campbell then considered the fact Dublain might elect to come with him, to which when the man came to give him the knowledge of the last place he saw his family he said, "Honor me, sir, by being one that keeps a post now beside the Queen and her ladies, my wife and yours now among them." With that, knowing it would be to Liliana's complete upset....he turned to go back where he'd come from with two of the three White Talons.

Lady Lindall MacDonald: She settle, though a stubborn look became her face, as the Queen and her husband forbid her.. the pitchfork was dropped as she was shuffled into the carriage alone with the others.. turning back to see Dublain ready to go back into the fray, her heart seemed to fail her, but she did not reach to stop him, he was no coward and she would not treat him as an invalid or less of a man because of his infimity.. she would because of love.. but this she knew he would not abide.. so she settled quietly inside the carriage with Lilianna and her children.. Just as Kendrew bade Dublain to look after the royals, and his own wife and children.. a sound that delighted Lindall’s heart was heard.. "What is all this ruckus.. you men get yoruself a sword and get back in there and smash some skulls, you act as if no one has ever had a brawl before.. dammit.. in my time men would have bashed down any rebles.. " Ivella's voice croned and harsh sounded at them "Sir Campbell.. will you stand around being proper or go fight them deamons?" her own cane rapped Kendrew on the shoulder as she helped herself into the carriage and plopped down beside her daughters... "Nice to see you to safe, where is your brother ?"

Kendrew Campbell: Kendrew did not envy Dublain his in-laws, and would tell his wife no doubt when all was said and done. He arched his brow, merely shaking his head before taking the cane's edge to apply it to the floor. "God keep you, m'lady." Ah. So it was no wonder why they had tempers nor that even her youngest was outspoken. This woman was as cantankerous as a riled mare.

Lord Dublain MacDonald: "Aye, God keep ye indeed." Would it be off color to say Dublain was in the slighest bit amused? He would then take a seat in with the rest, noting how much the young Qynn trembled. "Take in a little courage for yerself, girl. The tanist's daughter shouldn't be seen trembling." With that, the girl ceased all together as if he held the key to her being. He was right, though. From this day onward, she was no longer Qynn of Waternish, Robertson dog.

"The Lord Campbell n' his men have gone back for your son, madame." He spoke with some of the others outside as they organized, making sure that none would go lax. "Aye, at least leave the yard, we may linger some yet not long. " It was justified that even with one's mother and sister inside, the carriage holding a pregnant Lord's wife, her lady mother, a tanist's child and especially the Queen couldn't be stalled because they went in the wrong direction. Lord Iain would know his way better than any other, surely. The pain in his leg flared with no remorse but he showed no sign of it. Instead he held his sword in plain sight, as if a challenge. Outside they could see indeed it seemed an isolated, off handed sort of affair. Smoke poured from some windows, yet no fire. Battle cry was heard, yet some stood amay to watch.

Lady Lindall MacDonald: The carriage with Beathag, Lindall, Ivella, Dublain, and Shyvonne rolled out of Dun Darroch, followed by the one that carried the royal children , Lilianna and her children and a few other stragglers that were eager to leave the hellhole as well.. It would only be a few miles before the guards with them found Leigha, and brought her and Robin back to the carriage to his Aunts and Grandmother. Once inside the little boy, sat with his back ram rod straight trying not to look scared or worried in front of the queen, but soon enough the sway of the carriage lulled him into a dreamless sleep in Lindall’s arms.. her own head laying on Dublain’s Shoulder, and her mother’s head laying on hers.. it was a little house of dominoes, should Dublain fall the rest would come crashing down.. She however unlike Ivella and Robin did not sleep but fidgited and worried her lip with her teeth "Where are we going?" she whispered to Dublain.. "What is going to happen now ?"

Queen Beathag Aberdeen: Inside of the same carriage as Liliana would be the companions of a girl-child who had come over the sea to safety. The daughter of the Lord Govenor of Ireland, his Grace himself must have been beside herself. All Beathag wanted to do was to comfort her, to hold her own children. Fortunately in her stead Aodhan's arms could do something. "Ah me," she feigned nothing at pretending to sleep or even remaining awake. She looked as the world went past. No talk of fear eclipsed the mouth, nor talk of what was to be done.

Lord Dublain MacDonald: "We will gae where they gae, n' we will settle. We will finish what needs to be finished ,and we will go on." It was a simple yet honest answer, his body erect to hold up the weight of three ofthem pressing in. For better or for worse, not only was Lindall for his keeping but the likes of her mother, of Robin. All of them bound on a chord so easy to tangle if left unattended. He looked across the carriage at where Beathag had settled with Qynn. "Yet tis a fair question, our destination, madame?"

Lady Qynn Argyll: "Waternish." Qynn answered, for she'd know. At some time the carriages haulted only so that Beathag could go sit with the Lady Campbell, see to them, as well as her own children. This left them in Qynn's company...still attired as a servant with a future awaiting her that would no more bind her hands to shyte. She said nothing, playing with apron hem as she watched the world go by. This was the first time she had ever ridden in a carriage..and this the first time in three years she would go beyond Robertson borders.

[Men of Skye]

The Castle of Eilean Donan
St. Donan Island, Waternish
Date Built: 1120



The name Eilean Donan, or island of Donan, just off the northern-most tip of Waternish, is most probably called after the 6th century Irish Saint, Bishop Donan who came to Scotland around 580 AD. There are several churches dedicated to Donan in the area, and it is likely that he formed a small cell, or community on the island during the late 7th century.

Waternish is ancestrally the home of clans macLean and macCleary in Skye, and they shared Skye defenses with the Robertson. Eilean Donan was built around 1120 on the northern-most tip of the Waternish peninsula as a defense against the Vikings. By the end of the 1100s, it had become a stronghold of the MacCleary of Kilmaluag (later the Earls of DunTulm). In 1180, the MacCleary, as protectors of the Robertson, became the hereditary Constables of the Castle.

In 1195, Iain Dubh macCleary, chief of the Clan macCleary, died whilst defending the castle against the Clan Mackenzie from the Scot mainland. Despite his death, the Robertson, MacLean, and the remaining members of the MacCleary clan prevented the Mackenzie from invading the Waternish peninsula.

In 1290, Uilliam “the Lion” mac Eanric, King of Scotland issued agreements regarding the Skye peninsula of Waternish. With the waning population of the clans McCleary and McLeann on the Isles, they assigned responsibilities to the Robertson.

Then in 1300, with England threatening Scot elimination and no King to sit upon the throne, the Scot Second Interregnum, the Guardians of Scotland, accepted the relocation of Scot refugees, particularly the Argyll, and gave them homeage; that portion of Skye offered was Waternish. The 2nd Interregnum, led by Robert the Bruce, used stolen English gold to refurbish the Waternish fortress and gave Castle Eilean Donan as their clan home. This caused much discontent with the Robertson Laird, Lord Alexander.

In 1329, King Robert the Bruce, with the Mo’r Traith of Skye in support, reaffirmed the home of the Argyll. Laird Raibert Argyll offering fealty to both the King and Mo’r Triath.

After King Robert died in late 1329, the Mo’r Traith continued the King’s wishes in regards to the Argyll and Waternish. But, between 1331 and 1333, Lord Alexander enforced harsh Robertson rule upon the Argyll, MacLean, and MacCleary, issuing forth murder, torture, and theft of property. This embettered resentment between clans would not resolve itself until the Clan Wars of 1333 and the involvement of the Aberdeen King and Queen. In this year the Argyll who had been opressed were given back their proper due. Argyll is now the reigning presence in Waternish.

The castle is built on a loch island, reachable by bridge between the castle and shore.

[Men of Skye]

Lord Dublain MacDonald: Once inside the rooms offered them at Eliean Donnal, Dublain could not help but notice how the feeling of the air here was different. Indeed, Eliean Donnal was a place of strategic water excellence. It's Lord could keep a fine place of ships for the natural harbor was not far away, and it was symbolic of power for it was on an island one had to come to by a land bridge. Once behind closed doors, he reflected on how the furnishings were old, yet clean. The chairs were not as stuffed but made of wood with singluar deep center pillow cushions. Tapestry were hung on the wall to keep away the chill, yet the tapestry themselves were well woven. No, not as much evident splendor was on display in Eliean Donnal, but it had something Dun Darroch did not. He was comfortable here, feeling as if his pain would not betray a weakness, as if the stone had endured the very same thing. As if like all of them, it was only waiting for a chance to be recognized again.

Lady Lindall MacDonald: The suite of rooms they were shown too was beside the ones that settled Ivella Leigha and Robin.. Once they all were settled.. Lindall opened the door to the room where Dulain resided.. then closed it behind her leanign back upon its strenght with closed eyes, as if taking a moment to compose herself.. deep breaths in and out.. as her hand rested upon her belly.. was she pained.. she was certainly worn and stressed.. Abruptly her eyes open, emerald focusing on him... "I shall go insane for want of word of Chloe and Searc.. and the others.. though it is a blessing that the children.. The royals, their neices and nephew, Robin, and the Campbell's children as well as Iain's children were all in our group.. I could not abide thinking that they would suffer " it was just like Lindall to worry over all others, like a mother hen.. Now she moved toward him.. " mother and Robin are settled next door.. I think they both shall sleep a good long while.. for all her bravado.. she is not as strong as she appears.. I worry over her.. what all this could do to her "

Lord Dublain MacDonald: He furrowed his brow. In strain, his age marks botched his face enough to show the addition of ten more years. Offering her a hand to the chair beside him to take, he began to speak calm words of a resolution without believing all of it. At least half, but not all, " The Lord Iain knows his home, he will guide them well. M'thinks Her Majesty seemed worried of what the three of them alone would do, more sae than any rebel rouser. I believe the Lord Iain will do what is right." What he considered that to be was anyone's guess. "We be fortunate their majesties are swift o' foot and thought. It seemed...a drastic thing yet.." Weary eyes looked around at the room, feeling as if he drew on someone' slineage here. As if he could see the past through these walls, and understand a fellow clan. In Dun Darroch, he felt nothing. "Yer mother is such a woman that God himself would find he would be beaten with her stick if he dared come for her a moment afore she was ready, so all she will do is sleep heartily with our nephew" Our. It came out without realizing. Our. "N' you?" He patted that chair once more, "Sit, rest. Tha'surely could nay have been good for the babe."

Lady Lindall MacDonald: "I'm not as fragil as you think" her hands rolled over her belly soothingly.. " strong stock remmber " she grinned at him.. settling in a chair beside him.. then standing almost befor she sat.. her hand going to her back.. rubbing soflty... before she moved to the window.. "I wish I knew what was happening.. " she worred not only for her brother but her sister in law whom she loved well... "Robin was asking after the little red haired girl he plays with Rosie.. I hope she is safe.. she's the cook’s youngest.. those poor people don't deserve this.. " her words were a bit vehement.. "Why can't it just all be over.. I'm so tired of this.. its out of control.. " a little break in her voice did not deny the strain of the day.. her forehead pressed against the mullioned glass panes, as if in the doing she could see across the miles, and the people she loved.

Lord Dublain MacDonald: "Nay, but surely ye know after such a thing its cruel to make yer husband chas eye to sit? Sit..Lindall." He asked in as much as he insisted with that disagree-not tone, but it was evident her aggitation was matched in so much by the pain that strained the corner of his eyes. In spite of it he laughed, sighing softly as he made himself stand if only to lean against the wall, and behind her. "No, they don't deserve it, but there is e'en more than this trial to solve it. Much like some of my kin did not like your kin, and all that united the macGregors n' Robertsons was tha' equal hatred...the world is sour between the Robertsons n' Argylls. With all their septs." He told her the story of Aaron Reid, a man who was so gone of what was done to him he was ready to shoot any one of them in hopes it would make it go away, "Qynn mentioned him upon the ride here, she worries for him .He has been in servitude longer than ;er. If tha' is so. If they might hold such sway over the mind..imagine how its infected their people. Nay pride in their home, nay honor, nothin. Why else would they besmirch the Laird Iain sae, let alone any of the house.." He wrapped an arm around her, kissing her neck,

Lady Lindall MacDonald: She leaned into him drawing strenght from him as his liips pressed a kiss against her neck.. for a moment her eyes close and she listened to his story.. the Argyll's and Roberstons what a tangled web, almost as tangled as her own family's history with the MacDonalds, and now.. they were united.. her hand brough his own over her belly, the babe inside kicking as if in greeting to the now familiar warmth of his hand.. splayed atop her flesh.. "I'm selfish.. you are pained " she spoke as she felt the tension in his forearm.. then turned gently in his arms.. "Come… let us rest.. " her hand lifted to caresse his face gently.. then dropping to his own and taking it, pulling him toward the chair he had resided in.. " Sit Husband.. " she commanded.. with a soft smile, and when he would she would lower before him sitting at his feet to tug at his boots.. once off gentle warm hands would deeply massage his legs, helping the ache there.. it was a wifely thing to do was it not ?

Lord Dublain MacDonald: Oh what twisted webs were woven that bound all of them together in so many ways. Not a house in Scotland was not tied to another, and that house to another. Not a place on Skye was without one who could convey the story from place to place. Now all of them were so tied. The first wars had been about supremacy, dominance for the Lordship of the Isles - what was this one of? The ties that bind so close, so irrevokable that neither years, distance, or event could shatter them. He wanted to forget his pain, but didn't deny when she said sit. He sighed, glad to be off his leg. But instead of sit beside him she pulled away his boots? "Lindall ye.." he winced, only to find comfort after.."Yer condition.." Who was he fooling? That woman was ready to run every inhabitant of Dun Darroch through with that pitch fork. She'd sent off the maid and Robin on a horse. He grinned. MacGregor women were of a fascinating stock.. As she rubbed at his leg, would she inspect it? If she did, her eyes would spy a dark wound above his knee, shut up by iron poker binding it closed. It was something he hadn't spoken of, for his other hurts were obvious.

Lady Lindall MacDonald: Gentle warm hands worked over his calves and legs, massaging deeply at his aches and pains, his pants rolled upward so that she could take long strokes up and down the length of his leg.. as she did she saw the wound, her fingers pressing over it , serchingly.. "Does it still pain you?" emerald eyes lifted to him.. she grimiaced at the botchy job the healer had done, the puckered and totured flesh.. "You should have let me tend to it in the dungeon instead of being so stubborn.. you would have had a nice stitch job and not that horrible hole.. " her brows puckered.. and she though about yelling at the healer who had done such a piss poor job.. Shaking her head she continued on with the soothing of his flesh.. "I saw the Midwife not two days before our marriage, and she said I was fit as a fiddle.. are you always so wrorrisome over a pregant woman?" her head was bowed and he could not see her face but she had an entertained smile upon it.. " what will you do when I carry you babe.. lock me in a tower ?"

Lord Dublain MacDonald: All of the knots under her hands felt as stiff as oaks. It'd take more than one pass to undo them ,but by God, the attention relieved a significant portion of his pains. Puckered pink, white, and gray flesh formed a hard knot of scar tissue over the area. How she disproved of it! If there was any to blame, any misgiving, Lindall would root it out." "yer sense of justice runs quite deep, wife. People may cower from your sense of judgement more than their majesties," he teased her with a tilt of his head and a deep, hearty laugh"Still the midwife acounted nay for ye havin' to flee so suddenly. Nay, won't lock ye in a tower.." If anything his voice softened, "I would be the happiest man on Raasay, in Skye, fer such a thing. Though I should tell ye the healers did nay botched job there. Tha' is a five year old wound, Linny. From the first betrays o' the Macdonalds. M'nephew Tiol shot me in m'leg."

Lady Lindall MacDonald: A soft look upward, her hair falling back from her face, had he noticed since they married she had kept it loose for him, her breath blew away and errant strand and she laughed softly.. a nuisance but if he preferred it so be it.. it would stay down.. Leaning forward she pressed a kiss to the puckered flesh... let it linger as if it , would heal him.. warm lips were soft, against flesh that no doubt suffered from lack of sensation, but how would he react to feel such a kiss on the upper part of his knee near his thigh.. was it mearly an innocent gesture, like a mother kissing a childs skinned knee, or did she mean to provoke reaction.. "Why on earth did he shoot you.. your own blood?" she shook her head dissiprovingly, as her hands continued their magical massage... "And you say we MacGregors.. are a harsh lot "

Lord Dublain MacDonald: "Tiol was Carver's brother, seperated bya pair o' years." He gripped at the arm of his chair when a surge of pain struck, but found the voice in his throat untwisting from around pain's expression as she kissed his knee. The reaction became something else entirely..something..that made his eyes open enough for her to see how plainly he wanted her. The conversation though was not of desire, though always was she fetching. Brushing aside some errant strands of her hair he told her, "Tiol was found guilty o' murder for wot he did to a dock harlot. Twas evident ye can tell the blood madness was with him, n' Carver. Seems to skip about. Some say our blood is fueled with it, a fire. Twas why we were Lairds o' the Isle, n' none the content when it was lost. Do you know the strange thing, wife?" He watched her, "MacRauri n' MacDonald were once one n' the same clanship, generations ago." While not in a direct, guaranteed fashion of his own blood, the household in the shadow of Turas Lan could have easily sat again in the castle itself. Imagine the old Chieftain's surprise when the MacRauri heir recovered himself.

Lady Lindall MacDonald: When he winced in pain, she frowned.. wondering if it were her actions or not.. so she slowed her hands.. genteling them some.. "Am I hurting you ?" she questioned softly.. as he told the story.. she continued on.. hoping to ease his pain.. for she hated to see him in such... "I think all men have some blood madness.. and some women too.. depending on what they find worthy of a fight " she herself would fight satan for her family, which now included Dublain.. another kiss to his knee and she slide his pants leg down once again smoothing it to his ankle.. then placed her hands upon the chair arms on either side of him, to helf steady herself as she raised up... "I should go see to your dinner.. " she leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek.. "And perhaps a hot bath would ease your pain?"

Lord Dublain MacDonald: "Nay one's e'er sought to do anything of the sort for me, Lindall. Save you..n' maybe Agatha. Woman's obsessed." Even now somewhere Agatha was made to rest yet in doing so questioned who did what Lindall was doing for the Lord macDonald, indeed what of is wife? God bless the souls of giving people."Supper, we'll worry o'er a bath later. I'd like to sit with you, that'd be enough."

Lady Lindall MacDonald: She left him going down to order their supper up and retuned a few moments later... suprisingly followed by a few servants carrying a copper tub, towells and changes of clothing for them both "The Lady of the castle is quite prepared, they may not fit well, but will suffice I think" in the pile of clothing was two robes.. Soon enough dinner arriived, as it was laid, a steady stream of lads begin to fill the tub with steaming water.. She settled at the small table and looked over the food.. it was good country food, roasted ginny hen, vetables and bread.. with sweet cream butter.. She ladled his plate full, cutting him a portion of the hen and then served herself.. closing her eyes and reaching for his hand.. "Dear lord, bless this food for our nuriousmnet, and keep safe and return to us those we love, in this time of trial... hold fast their hearts and ours.. in your name we pray.. Amen " Lindall prayed over every meal, despite her company, weather they belived or not.. she did, and she gave the Lord his due.. (d)

[Men of Skye]

The Queen and her entourage of MacDonald, MacGregor, a Collier, and the Argyll tanist were in the safe hands of Eilean Donan… far away in Waternish… but long before their arrival in safety…

In the melee of confusion, Iain and Chloe, confronted in the corridors below ground by Searc, had been separated from the original group… and two others, separate from either group, now emerged from the corridors of Dun Darroch… Mark and Shyvonne…

Upon hearing a shot, they sought shelter… and in doing so, found the Queen and her entourage in the stables. By royal orders, those of the stables, both adult and child, were loaded into carriages and rode away… behind them three of the Queen’s own White Talons…

But what of the King and those that had formed his own band…?

The King, Jack Trades, the King’s brother, Caldean, two young Gold Talons, were soon joined now by Kendrew and two White Talons. After Kendrew found his liege, and informed him that those who could not fight were safely on their way to Waternish, this elite group of fighting men were roaming the halls, rooms, and corridors, searching for those that would disturb the ways of life at Dun Darroch… Small short battles betwixt swords would occur, with no harm done to the more experienced men…whilst the masked invaders would lie in their own blood.

Adam would relinquish command of the small band to Jack… for he knew Jack had been investigating this place for days, whilst the King sat upon the dais listening to windbags proclaim innocence and guilt upon those charged… It was so many chiefs in one area, with no indians to command… and if the King surrender tactical command, then so would Caldean, and Kendrew… The only directive Adam would issue would be to those present…and those who would join thereafter… and that was, since those perishables were safe, they were to stop this insurrection… and find those guilty of it in chains…

One side of Dun Darroch embattled, whilst the other hid in fear of what could be, or would be… Now a House divided, just as the old man predicted should Iain become Laird… yet no where could Lord Alexander… nor Keliana… nor Theodore be found… As if they knew what affect might be with the masked invaders inside the walls…

And what of Iain, Chloe, and Searc???

[Lord Iain Robertson]

In a Revolt of Their Own

The Death of Searc MacGregor

Lives have twisted fates... and those twisted fates affect those innocewnt or guilty...

Lives of individuals and clans are changed forever... yet dastardly deeds shall follow still... who shall be affected.

[Lady Jelenah Windsor]

Part 1 of 2:
The Arrival of Lady Jelenah Windsor & Company

*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

It had been years now since the Lady Windsor had left the lands of Skye in hopes to find refuge from a failed marriage. After having left Artica due to Balian's political reasons and things not ending well afterward, the plan was to go to Ireland to visit an old friend, Nevaeh who Jelenah once served as a Lady to in the days of Orkney. However, after arriving there, she enjoyed the company and the fact that she was seldom left alone to deal with what should have been a happy marriage. Jelenah found herself staying much longer for this reason until finally... Nevaeh pointed out the obvious in a conversation one night. Even Jelenah's new lady servant had tried to confirm such a thing. That she did in fact need to return to Skye despite the mess she would have to clean up and the business to follow when it came to the Windsor Estate and staff. A letter had been sent two weeks prior to inform Beathag of her return, which had come much sooner than the blonde had expected. After having made port in Skye, Jelenah's lady servant, had requested that they travel to Struan so that she may visit and check in on family before returning to the Windsor Estate with her Lady. Upon arrival at the castle, she was informed that Bess was not there, but in Struan and attending to serious business. While most of her things were taken to the Estate, Jelenah and her servant would take a carriage to Struan, and arrive where Bess was said to be. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

The Castle Eilean Donal was full to the brim with refugees from the disaster at Dun Dorroch, the revolt, and following unrest, sending the Royals and most of their court to the safety of the Argyll stronghold..This was indeed where the Queen, Lady Campbell, the bulk of the MacGregors, MacDonalds and the rest embroiled in the clans wars were now lodged. Including the brooding black knight himself, Kane MacGregor.. He was in the courtyard, leaning against and oak tree whose leaves shimmered with the promise of change soon, already the nights grew chilled and the harvest had begun. His gaze was intent on a gathering of youth playing a game, a ball kicked without benefit of using hands back and forth down a strip of the courtyard, toward large grain baskets turned on their side. The youths laughed and carried on, and he would have smile had it not been such serious times. Instead he concentrated on one specific child, his cousin Robin, the child of Serac and Chloestrain, who because of their age and closeness called him uncle. To the side of the group of playing children sat two older boys, obviously shunned from the game, their faces showed both shame and displeasure at the fact.(d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

She had been warned of the troubles that had been occurring, but the Lady Windsor insisted on going anyway. The men of course tried to argue... respectively and say that is was no place for a Lady like her, to which the fiery red head lady servant was quick to correct them. Informing them that while they appreciated their concern for her safety, it was the Lady Windsor's request to travel and travel she shall, if it meant having to ride horses with no one but the two of them. Without any further hindering, the carriage was loaded and they soon departed, while happy to return to Skye as to be back with family and friends, Jelenah was nervous, fidgety even. It could be known by the way she toyed with a portion of fabric of her skirts.



*Rhona Brogain*

"M'Lady, ye mustn't dae that. Ye will wear yerself a hole in yer dress. Ah know ye are worried, but please, dae not worry so. For it will all work out for ye." came the reassuring words from her servant.



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah nodded silently, gazed down a moment before lifting blue eyes to gaze out at the passing scenery. Soon they were traveling down the path that would have them within the court yard of Castle Eilean Donal. Once the horses came to a full stop, the driver would hop down and move to open the carriage door. "Lady Windsor, we have arrived." he announced while holding out his hand as to assist her from the carriage. This all occurring after permission had been granted should there be gates and guards to pass. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

The children had ceased their game long enough for the carriage to pass through and then to the other side, before beginning again..the Ladies stepped from the carriage, while servants clambered to deal with luggage and the horses still Kane remained unmoved, a virtual shadow against the tree, for a moment his eyes attended the carriage and it's occupants and seeing it only some ladies , no threat to the castle he turned his gaze back to the children playing and not a moment to soon, as a wildly kicked leather ball came flying his way, and rolled to a stop at his booted feet. Bending down he picked it up and moved it between his hands in a way that was reminiscent of a boy who was well versed in childhood art of playing ball.." Uncle Kane " a bundle of knees and elbows came flying his way in the form of Robin MacGregor.. then threw himself full force into the man " When did you get here..?" the black knight found himself roundly hugged by his nephew, who obviously adored him " Can you come play, show us your special moves ?" he worshiped Kane it seemed and in the life of a boy who's father was far too busy, Kane had stepped into part of that role, and Mark Collier the other.. Robin was a very loved little boy with family that adored him, including Kane.. " No I don't think it would be fair to the others for me to be on your team " he ruffled the boys hair and settled him back to the ground, holding out the ball.. before nodding toward the two shamed boys.. " Why don't you ask them.. they look like they would like to play " The boy frowned looking at the two.. " Those are Theodore Roberston's boys.. " as if that excused the fact the two were excluded, " and they gave me a fat lip and a black eye only a week ago.." another excuse.. " I see.. so you are not man enough to forgive a little fight, and because of their family ties you shun them... hmmmmmm " Kane looked at his nephew in a disappointed way " I expected better of you Robin.. perhaps you did not learn the lesson that is going on around you " he had told the boy often and tried to impress the lessons of life that went on each and everyday in life.. " This whole clan war, is because of nothing more than names, and old fights that should have been forgiven long ago, by men who let their pride run rampant.. will you be that kind of man ?" he
knelt to his nephews level.. " You are a better man than that, you will garner the respect of your peers, and people if you show a willingness for forgiveness, and fairness..." he gave a meaningful look back to the Roberston boys.. then again to his nephew (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

The first to step out was the red head and the second was the Lady Windsor. Half of that long flowing golden mane was plaited and made a perfect crown that was pinned neatly to the top of her head. The rest was allowed remain free. Her dress, while more than a commoners was far from the gowns she was use to as a Lady in her station. Jelenah had never really been one to wear the over elaborate clothing. Slippers were about those tiny feet and she only stood at a height of five feet and five inches tall. Eyes were blue like shimmering sapphires and skin pale but her cheeks held color like a fresh ripe peach. Lips were full and like that of sweet berries in color. "Thank you Sir." she replied to the driver as she stepped forward and to the side so that those who came forward could lead her and her lady inside. However, as the others continued to unload luggage, she glanced about took to noticing the children first as their laughter drew her attention. It was when the lil boy made his way over to the much larger figure by the tree that she noticed the male. Head canted slightly and as she watched the children a moment, there seem to be a flicker of both sorrow and joy by such a scene. Sorrow because she had no children of her own... joy because she was able to witness and be apart of the lives to other children. She then focused more on the man and his nephew, watching them a moment. Should they look her way, she would offer them a warm but short lived smile. Shy even. It was the voice of the lady Brogain, her servant that had her looking away.



*Rhona Brogain*

"Aye M'Lady.. tis good tae be out o' that carriage... hm?" she asked, only for Jelenah to nod silently and smile before her gaze returned to the man and boy while that awaited to be led inside. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

The little boy turned and looked back at the older boys with a decided frown, then nodded at his uncle and walked over and ask the two to join in the play. Standing Kane smiled now, the first he had crease his face in weeks.. his arms folded over his chest as he watched the game begin again with all children participating this time. He among others that had witnessed this debacle of unnecessary death over greed and pride, he knew those children were indeed the future, and they had to learn to work together for the betterment of themselves and country, not only clan, for Skye was now the center of the world, the standard of which all others would be measured, and so would its personage he lingered for a moment making sure the other children would accept the outcast. Outcast was something he knew something of being outcast, the black sheep so to speak.. he pitied the boys their lineage in Theodore Robertson, for he would surely make the gallows with his mistress Lady Robertson, and leave those two orphans, already the man had disappeared leaving the two behind.. what kind of man left his children behind.. at these thoughts his face turned dark thunderous, his emotions betrayed plainly on his face. (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

As the last of the luggage was taken from the carriage, there was a loud thudding as one of the chest dropped. It was one of Jelenah's and panic stricken faces all looked to the Lady. For rumor remained she was a sister to the Queen, maybe not by blood, but to be a part of a family, it didn't always require the same bloodline. One of the servants quickly came to beg forgiveness to Jelenah as she had quickly turned her gaze from the man at the tree. Apparently, they expected her to have much of the same temperament at Bess. Jelenah did not though, for she was much more soft spoken, even when angry.



*Male Servant*

"M'Lady, please, fogive me and my clumsy ways!" said the man.



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah gave a shake of her before she replied. "It's nothing to worry over, nothing of value, nothing that can't be replaced." she offered only for the servants to all look at one another in shock. No... Jelenah was not Norse, nor was she Scottish, she was Slavic and the accent said such. Her fair features did as well.



*Rhona Brogain*

"Ye 'eard M'lady.. all is well... might we get move'n now?" came the voice of the lady Brogain. The servants nodded and quickly began to focus on the work at hand. A gentleman stepped forth and offered to show Jelenah and her companion inside. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He watched as two men struggled with one of the biggest chest, and chuckled, moving past the Ladies as a gentleman offered them inside.. without warning he hefted the large chest onto his shoulder and strolled into the castle, passing servants that stepped out of his wake, they still though him the devil, even sans his black armor. Dressed as any nobleman of the court, though favoring dark colors, he wore and find lawn shirt of ebony, it's throat open, matching britches tucked into yet again ebony leather boots, a sword graced his hip, looking as if it were an extension of the man, versus and instrument.. the way he moved commanded attention, and his height and breath was something out of the ordinary, most men did not stack up to the Kendrew's and Maahes' of the world.. and yet this one did.. perhaps overshadowing those two, in his favor, youth. Once inside he settled the trunk as if it were light as a feather.. waiting for Jelenah to make her way inside, he would then nod his dark head her way.. " Milady " (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

As they began to move within, little did Jelenah or her company know the man in black had come to take up the chest. However, once inside, she had turned to see which direction her things might be taken. It was here she would see that the large male carried her things. All the other servants did seem to fear him and maybe with good reason? He was a big man, much larger up close than she had originally thought when she had first seen him. Then again, to Jelenah, everyone was a giant! She had to tilt her head back as so to lift her eyes to meet his own gaze before allowing her lips to part. "Thank you M'lord." she replied, offering up one of those sweet warm smiles.



*Rhona Brogain*

The lady Brogain had stepped aside, and looked on, a red brow arched as she had watched the man lower the chest as if it were nothing more than a feather or a leaf. She too would have said thank you, but she tried her best not to speak out of turn.



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah would glance to her chest and then back to the dark clad figure. "Might I ask your name sir?" (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He bowed as she offered thanks " Sir Kane MacGregor of Sleat" he lifted from his bow, eyes sliding to the red head with the raised brow, he almost chuckled as it seemed the woman like most found him scary. He did not offer a kiss to her hand or fawn over her as might be the case with the gentleman who had ushered her inside.. one of the court hangers on, who preyed on well off women, looking for a dowry and a pretty face. As he lifted he glanced the way of the gentleman, giving him a black look, amused to see him excuse himself and tuck tail.. sure... important business indeed. (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

"Lady Brogain, will you see to it that our things are seen to as they should be after finding out where it is we might stay?" Yes, rather than order her lady servant about like some cold and heartless Lady of the court, she had asked her to do it instead.



*Rhona Brogain*

"Aye M'Lady, ye will be alright 'ere by yerself?"



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah met the gaze of her companion and nodded. "I'll be fine." she said with a nod before turning her attention back to Kane. "A pleasure to meet you then Sir Kane MacGregor of Sleat. I am Lady Jelenah Windsor of Skye. Lady in waiting to her Majesty the Queen." Jelenah wasn't much one for titles, but she felt it appropriate seeing as he appeared to be a man of importance. The lil Slavic woman would of course curtsy, though it wasn't as stiff as it should be or expected by society for one of the court. Was she offended he had not offered to take her hand? Not in the least, but it would not stop her from offering it in greeting, maybe something less formal, as in a handshake. Yes, this one was an odd lil Lady indeed. The lady Brogain had by now moved off and after having watched her disappear, Jelenah would notice then how the others continued to look upon Kane. Her brow arched high as she directed the question to them all, and while stern in tone, she was polite about the gesture. "Have none of you manners? Is it not rude to stand and stare? Are there not things that each of you must be off to see to?" she asked them before they were likely to quickly fade like mist. She returned her gaze to Kane. "I hope I did not offend you by that, but it does bother me when others do as they had. Not annoy me personally per say, but out of concern for the other." (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He chuckled as she reproached the servants sending them scurrying off " Not at all Milady " he answered on the matter of offense to him, taking her hand when she offered, he bent over it, barely brushing his lips across her knuckles.. he was not without manners. then righted himself once more.. releasing the fair hand. " You are indeed one of the Queens ladies, you have her bearing " was that a compliment? It was hard to tell.." Though a piece of advice, while those who stare and gawk think me the Devil, I am perhaps a devil who does not like weasels, and that which escorted you in .. is such.. seek not his company Lady Windsor, for he looks only for gold and connection." At this he motioned to the now vacant spot where the gentleman had stood.. before taking a more formal stance, hands tucked behind his back like a solider at rest.. his eyes lifting to the stairs where the servants disappeared with her things (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

"Good, for I have no desire to make you or any other uncomfortable, at least not intentionally." came the quick reply as she seem to chuckle a little herself. That would however fade as he shared with her on why it was the servants looked upon him in the manner they did after the brush of lips to her knuckles. It had not been his words nor the possible compliment that had her grow so quiet, but perhaps the kiss to her knuckles? Had that been a tingle down her spine? No... it couldn't have been. There was no reason for such! Men were not something she wished to worry herself over right now. Perhaps ever. There was a coke eyed cant made then. "Thank you for your concern Sir MacGregor. Though I feel you have nothing to worry about. I am in no need for suitors or the company of men... at least not in the manner you speak of." The words might have sounded a bit bitter, but she had not meant for it to be directed at him personally. "Have you been here long M'lord? And if so... perhaps you would be so kind to show me around before I am to meet with her Majesty?" (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He nodded as if he understood the lack of need to be with the opposite sex, and did not question her further on the matter.. " I have been in residence but two days, coming from Dun Darroch on business with the Queen.. My family is here so must I be " that was enough of a reason, no need to tell her that his family was the one on trial for traitors, she would no doubt hear the scandal and gossip soon enough for herself. He looked down at the little woman with the honey gold hair when she asked for a tour. Was she mad? Most around here ran from his very presence.. " I do not think myself a fair escort, in knowledge of such a place, as new as I am too it " he wanted to send her off upstairs to rest, or whatever it was Ladies' did behind their chamber doors.. " perhaps when you are rested, the Queen would find you suitable guide " manners yes, but a real lack of social grace, and any ability to deal with women it seemed, had been laid upon Kane MacGregor (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah would nod as he began to explain to her his reason for being here and for how long. "I see." she replied in a hushed tone. Even if she had heard of the scandal and of the gossip involving his family, she would not have passed any sort of judgment on him or those he cared for. Mad? No...she wasn't mad... where others did not dare to tread, she sometimes had courage she herself did not know she possessed. Perhaps this was one of those moments? At his reply in showing her around, she chuckled. "I'm not yet ready to retire... and if you yourself have not yet become familiar with this place, would you not wish to do so by exploring it with me?" she asked with arched blonde brows with a bit of amusement within those sparkling sapphire eyes of hers. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

Her answer to his denial that he would be a good escort puzzled him, and for a moment he frowned. " In all honesty I have no need to learn anything about this place, as I hope to be shed of it soon and return to my home, and never darken Struan's soil again " there was a bitter undertone to his words yet they were controlled in tone, and not harsh " But if the Lady insist, I shall abide her request and accompany her in a tour" the though of rambling through the old castle was as appealing to him as scouring ashes from a fireplace. He would have rather been out riding, exercising off some of the contained energy that made him fidgety inside , instead he inclined his head toward her and offered her his arm " What would you like to see first Milady Windsor?"(d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Head tilted slightly as his straight forward and bitter reply was given. "My apologies then Sir MacGregor. If there are other things you need or wish to see to, then I'll not keep you." came her own reply. "For I'm not one to insist on much... if what was asked can't be had when requested on behalf of the other willingly, when done out of obligation, the meaning of it changes to something less appealing." Her own tone was soft, and still she spoke politely and without any harshness. She wasn't upset or angry with him either in not wanting to accompany her. She understood that not everyone viewed things as she did and opinions were entitled to all for whatever reasons they felt were right. "If exploring the castle is not something you wish to do, then perhaps we might do something together that would better suit your taste?" she paused a moment and then looked to his offered arm. Only if he suggested for them to do something else would she accept it. If there was not, she would let the man be and without any discontentment. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

When she spoke he was chastised, realizing his rudeness, to the one person besides family who had offered any kindness here. " I apologize lady, my manners are lacking, there would be no obligation in showing you about, it would be an honor " when she continued giving him the opportunity to change the agenda, he smiled a bit " We shall see to your contentment this afternoon, and perhaps another day see to mine " he decreed awaiting her to take his arm, "Now then, what would you like to view of this place first? Perhaps the gardens or the catwalks? I understand there is unparallel view from up there.. across the lock "(d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah had not meant to make him feel as such. "No no..please, no apology is necessary M' lord MacGregor." she replied as she looked from him to his arm and back. Slowly she stepped forward and would take the offered arm. Long slender digits slipped between his arm and his body to form to the natural curvature of warm muscle and flesh beneath the fabric of his sleeve. "Why I thank you, please, it is not necessary. I don't mind going it alone." she looked up to him and offered an understanding smile. "Though, should the offer stand awhile, I would like to see to your contentment another day. In return for your seeing to mine." a nod followed. "As for what to view first? I will let you decide such as you have been kind enough to escort me and before you object... I insist." The last two words were said in a playful tone as to lighten the mood. To perhaps rid of any tension that might remain for whatever reason. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

"You have what you wish for, further denial is bad form " he chuckled down at her as she took his arm, and guided her back out into the courtyard, then to the far wall, up and interior set of stairs, to the walls walk then further still down the walk to a parapet, and up another set of spiral steps within the tower. This set of steps however was treacherous and without railing to steady oneself, and only wide enough for one person at a time.. he went first testing each step, holding his hand back toward her, " Careful, take my hand and stay close " he spoke to her as if she were a child in his charge, a softer tone, that emitted patience and caring. His large hand wrapped about the delicate light one of her own, his dark and worn with work callus, not the hand of some mamby pamby lord, but that of a warrior, his grip was strong, sure so that should she stumble he would catch her, and yet gentle as not to crush the fragile boned hand in his. Slowly they wound their way upward.. until he pushed open a door , that came to a rounded top, encircled by stone.. Indeed the view was grand, one could see in all ways for miles, fertile farmland, farmers bringing in beast from the field for the night, the village still bustling with activity, the span of the deep blue lock, surrounded by gentle rolling hills, the sunset casting it's beautiful scarlet and golden glow over the water, it's reflections like jewels dancing upon the rippling waves (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah laughed. "Indeed M' lord, indeed. He began to guide her back out and into the court yard before it was up several sets of stairs. The more treacherous ones however, did have her moving a might bit slower than usual even while holding his hand. At his instruction, she nodded, one hand remained within his, the other gathered up a portion of her skirts to raise the hem to keep her from stepping on it or tripping over it. Not that she was a clumsy woman, but given the condition of these stairs, she wasn't taking any chances. Jelenah had noticed the difference in their hands upon a glance as they reached the top. His was much larger, darker, and more worn. Her own while pale, and smaller, were not as soft as perhaps the hands of a Lady should be. It was the tell tell signs she had been a working woman at one time and still was. For she enjoyed the feel of soil within her hands and between her fingers! She also noticed the care and the gentleness he took with her, to which had her smiling if only to herself. Once they were both able to view the scenery, she allowed her eyes to look slowly across the land and take in the beautiful sights before her. The way the colors played across the canvas of land and water was something no mortal artist could ever paint. She was quiet... revealing in the remarkable beauty before her very eyes. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He stood slightly behind her, as if worried she would stumble and fall, break her fool neck , in the skirts and trailing fabric that were such the style these days, once they had reached the apex of the tower he had released her hand and when he moved behind her, it settled at the small of her back, to steady her against the slight breeze that blew from the lock, below in the courtyard, the children still played holding out for the last bits of light of the day, their laughter and joy carrying upward to the ears of the two. Suddenly a boy scored, and cheers went up, Kane smiled to see his nephew being held aloft the hero, scoring a goal.. " Young Robin, the hero " he chuckled under his breath.. " My nephew is quite the ball player, much younger than the others, yet he has a knack for being in the right place at the right time " there was pride in his words, and a sense of love for the boy (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Feeling his large form behind her made her feel comfortable, yet... nervous and so she would take what few steps could be had to remedy such. With having to deal with a failed marriage, the idea of being close to a man, any man, seem to bother her, though, perhaps not for the reasons one might think. She had grown accustom to having someone by her side at all times and now... now she was having to go without. Jelenah had terrible sleep habits before Balian, to which was soon fixed after their marriage, but now? Now it seemed that old habit had returned and she had not slept well in a while. The sounds of laughter and cheers had her lowering her gaze and her hands came to clasp at waist level. "He seems to be quite the young man. Seems to have a certain... draw to him. Something tells me he will go far in life." she offered quietly with a small smile, not looking to Kane, but allowing her gaze to remain on Robin as she spoke. "I'm sure you and others in your family are very proud of him. All children should have at least one person, friend or family to back them up and encourage them, but especially family. It makes them a better man or woman and to appreciate the smaller things in life rather than the materialistic things many get so caught up in." (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

When she shied away from him his hand dropped to his side, abandoning the touch at the curve of her back.. " Indeed I think one day he will be a great man, I hope I will one day to be fortunate enough to have a son, like Robin " He watched as the servants called the children inside, for dinner.. " And you Lady Windsor, have you any children " he assumed she was married, for hadn't he heard that somewhere a long time ago in passing. " I think one with such understanding of children as yourself must have a half a household full of them " (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

She continued to stare out across both the land and gazing down at the children. His comment seemed to caused her heart to ache. "Don't we all?" She thought only to think it, had she said that aloud? Realizing she had in fact spoken those words, she turned to face him, cheeks a lil colored."No.. I've many children in my life, but none are my own." she started out saying it with a smile, but it soon faded and so she had to turn to keep from allowing him to see the sadness that was likely in her eyes, even if it might have been noticeable in her words alone. There was a shrug of shoulders that followed. "Perhaps one day I to will know what it will be like to have a son of my own, or even a daughter." He might have assumed she was married, but had not the comment she made earlier suggested she wasn't? That she need not nor wanted the company of men? Maybe he had mistook that as her having belonged to another. Jelenah could see where it might be assumed. The lil Slavic woman would not ask him the same as he had of her, already having gathered by a comment that he had no children. But he had not spoke of a wife. "Perhaps one day, your wife will bare you a son. And when she does, I wish you all the very best in al that is to follow." (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He leaned against the parapet of stone, elbows on the edge, rolling his neck as if relaxing a moment indeed his eyes close, his jaw un tensed and for the moments when she spoke he seemed at ease , he sensed the sadness in her words he needed not to see her face to hear it.. " There is no wife or woman in my life, I had though.. " his voice trailed off as his eyes opened, dark like the night, focusing out beyond the horizon " There was someone, who did not return the feelings, now she belongs to another " it was simple as that.. almost, now the girl he had loved since childhood was married to his best friend,that was indeed the rub, that he loved them both enough to back away.. " I'm sure you will have many children of your own, in time, My sister tried for years and is now only a month or so away from her first.. " again he assumed it was a lack of fertility not a lack of husband (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

She continued to stare out and down until he once more began to speak. Slowly she turned to face him. "I'm sorry to hear that....I'm sure, whatever the circumstance, must be very difficult." Head canted to the right softly and she stared... yes, stared. Had that not been what she scolded the servants for earlier? Then there was a shake of head as she sighed inwardly. "No, not anytime soon. For a man must be present in my life for that." she glanced to him and forced a smile, but looked away again. "I was married once... but.." she shook her head again. "I suppose I wasn't as good a wife as I ought to have been, otherwise, he might not have left me." She moved over then to take a seat upon a small bench. hands came clasp together and rest within her lap. Knees and feet side by side, toes turned inward toward one another. She might have appeared as some lost little girl then and she may as well be, for lost was exactly how she felt now. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

" It is what it is Lady Windsor, some are not meant to be fathers and husbands, but soldiers and warriors " he had continued looking out over the water until she spoke then moved away.. a dark brow raised as he turned to watch her progress to the bench and settled.. " Perhaps it was for the best that he no longer is in your life for surely he is a fool, and a fool for a husband would do you no service, How is it possible then that today I have seen children left behind by a father to cowardly to take them and now a woman left by a fool? " he stood before her looking down at her with a odd expression when she spoke of being a bad wife. " Did you keep a bad household? did you spend unwisely? did you fail to see to his manly needs?" he questioned her in a manner that she might find offensive, until he dropped down in a kneel before her.. " For you are not unbecoming, nor harsh to look upon, you are well spoken and intelligent.. so unless you hide a harpy within your breast you only showed to him. then he Milady is a fool " he did not move to touch her , but tilted his head beneath the view, veiled by her long golden waves.. " You deserve better, and not a moments worry should you give to his memory, other than to curse it from time to time when you feel the need. " he winked at her trying to make her smile a bit..what was this the Black Devil himself, being kind? it must be a full moon rising (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

"Indeed... and some are not meant to be wives or mothers." she began with. When he said it might have been for the best, she swallowed the lump of emotion that had crept up within her throat. She wanted to disagree..... to ask better for whom? Yet, she could give voice to the words that came to mind as they were trapped. "I.. I do not know, maybe the world has gone as mad as those that would abandon the ones they are to love, be it by title alone or by blood." She found it difficult to meet his gaze this time where before she had done so and done so with ease. When he came to stand before her and began to question her, she looked to him with confusion rather than anything else. "No, for even though we had servants, I still worked, even though we had coin, I spent little, and ... " she took in a breath. "As far as I am concerned, I did more than expected of me when it came to his needs or wants aside from my own." The last of those sentences had been said with a bit more emotion than the others, for that was not a subject that was so openly discussed, yet she felt the need to defend herself. Though, when he took a knee before her, the expression on her face seem to soften. With such compliments... she seem to blush, heat filled her cheeks quickly and fully. "I'm glad that there is at least one male that would think such." she replied, shyly looking from him and toward the setting sun. "There isn't a night that doesn't pass that I don't wish to do that. To curse him.... but ... even now I can not bring myself to do it. It's not in me to do such a thing I guess." Her jaw would visibly tighten as it set. Obviously, she was still hurting from her husband's departure. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

"Then if you know the truth of the fact that you were a good wife in all ways, then you should not question yourself, it was a flaw in him Milady.. not you.. " now he did reach out to tip her chin up to meet his gaze with one finger " As I said the man was a fool.." he nodded and slowly removed his finger from touching her.. " I'm sure there are many men who would envy me this time alone with you , much less the honor of being your husband, it would surely inspire a journey " he stood offering her a hand up " We should be getting you back, the night comes and you will be missed by your Ladies and the Queen " when she took his hand he would squeeze it gently, and keep hold of it.. for safety sake, on the trip down the stairs, until they reached the courtyard.. (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

When he reached out to tip her chin up to meet his gaze, her head followed the motion long before her eyes did. After a moment, Jelenah did let those blues meet the darker gaze of the man knelt before her. She seemed... frozen in place, unable to talk, to move... only to breath. To hear such kind words from a stranger, whom she had only met a short time ago was touching. He stood and offered his hand, and she seem to have appeared confused at first, yet the lack of expression on her face might make it difficult to read. Eyes lifted from his hand to his eyes and back before finally that little hand slipped into his own. He suggested they needed to get back and for what reasons, only for her to nod silently in agreement. The gentle squeeze was noted, but she'd not let on to it. Jelenah followed him down as he led her back to from which they had come. There were no words for her to offer at the moment as her mind seemed to be crowded by so many thoughts, making it difficult for her to focus and speak freely. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He led her back inside the castle standing before the grand staircase that would take her up to her room, already the great hall filled with refugees from Dun Dorroch, eating , drinking and being merry, for in all the common folk had won the day, The Argylls were returned to their rightful place as head of their clan and no longer in submission to the Robertson, the trials had come to an abrupt halt, a Chieftain had been restored to his home, a fiddle sounded somewhere and lyrics bawdy and joy rang out.. " I shall see you soon Milady sleep well " he lifted the hand that had been tucked into his, and brush a kiss upon the knuckles before releasing it.. (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah continued to follow and once she was returned to the staircase that would lead up to her room, the Lady Brogain would appear at the top, pausing as she spotted her Lady and the male. She lingered in place as she watched from the distance with a smirk. Eyes and ears took in the visions and sounds that now surrounded her, yet it all seemed muffled for some reason and the only thing that brought her out of that confused state of mind was his departing words. She looked to him, nodded and smiled. "Thank you M' Lord MacGregor, I hope that you also find a peaceful night of rest and sleep." she replied as he brushed the kiss across her knuckles once more. The smile she wore seem to be a bit more bashful now. "Goodnight." she added before her hand was released to which was slowly withdrawn and clasped back behind her with the other. She watch him a moment and as soon as she saw him turn to take his leave, she to would turn and make her way up the staircase, only to be met by her lady servant.



*Rhona Brogain*

"Me thinks M'lady has a good eye..." she teased.



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah softly cut her eyes to her companion. "Don't be silly... he has no interest in me nor I in him." said only so that her companion would hear such whispered words as they would go and prepare to retire for the night. (d)

Part 2 to be posted soon!

[Lady Jelenah Windsor]

Part 2

*Lindall MacGregor*

Despite her husbands protestations, Lindall had not ceased lending her hand in help to those who needed it. The castle was full to brimming with those who needed sanctuary from the chaos at Dun Dorroch, Both common and Noble had been among those disposed, there were many mouths to feed babies to tend, children to watch, all of this Lindall helped with, Robin a constant at her side, as well as the toddler Emily, Iain McGregors daughter, who had been left behind in care of a chamber maid when Kelliana had disappeared. The end of the day had drawn to a close and both children were sleeping soundly on a cot in the room Dublain and Lindall shared, as Lady Ivella had become increasingly upset over the delayed arrival of her Son Searc and still no word of him or Chloe.. each hour they prayed for some news.. and hoped the adages of no news was good news did in fact hold true. Supper had been laid out for her and her husband, a meager meal of roasted duck and vegtables, that Lindall wrinkled her nose at. The fatty duck and vegetables that had been roasted to within a inch of being mush , did nothing for her appetite at all, not that she really craved food.. Finding herself awaiting her husbands arrival, she settled in a rocking chair before the hearth, mending a shirt of Robins he had torn while playing , she hummed softy, occasionally letting emerald eyes drift over toward the children with a gentle smile.. soon she would watch over her own.. the though was enough to make her Glow.



*Kane MacGregor*

Kane had left Jelenah at the staircase finding his quarters in the barracks with the soldiers, far more appealing than the crowded rooms of children and women, the constant buzz of activity and servants running about like chickens with their head cut off, trying to please the many, and only succeeding with the few.. Heavy was his mind as well, and he had already decided that by first light he would head to Dun Dorroch and find out what had become of his cousin, his lady wife, the king. Laying upon the stiffened hides of the barracks bed, he punched a sackcloth pillow irritably.. and awaited sleep that would not come (d)



*Queen Beathag Aberdeen*

The people were hard-pressed to do anymore than was already being done. In the wake of the revolt focused on a set of actions secretive, on exploited passions and lies Beathag concluded that it truly was one grain of sand event that changed the flow of the sea. A break in the lack of news came when the carriage containing precious jewels arrived on the end of the castle bridge. Standing on the end, upon the water, land dwellers came to unite with her at long last. It was said the Queen said precious little when the reunion she had spoken with Adam of in the dark of night occurred by day's brilliant shine. For a little while, the somber yoke was cast aside when she lifted the remainder of the royal children in her arm. Many had heard, yet hadn't seen, the youngest three in Waternish. None of them had come when Lord Aberdeen presented them from his balcony, nor to the cathedral door on their christening day. She inhaled deep of their sweet scent, basked in their innocence. Why, for a woman with little to laugh about she couldn't help but be dazzled by the way children carried on with little care of the world. Gabriel and Murieall stole the hearts of many a lady with their handsome features, following one another everywhere as twins are want to do. Murieall often bested her brother, proving that this middle girl-child had taken her mother's zeal while the boy held his father's mind. Little Amhlai Edme, whom they called Amy often created a hush in the passageways as if descending radiant calm. To be held, she brought nothing but the center of self to be still. Amidst the miracle granted, she lingered long over the final piece of the family, it's patriarch. Hard pressed to accept defeat she continued to do what it was in her place to do - She assisted in seeing to the comfort of the people who's name meant little, only their lives. From her granted place she overheard local cases with the Lord of Argyll, saw to it a treasurer had come to issue writ of compensation for the wronged to be paid, on behalf of the throne, whilst any judgment upon their illegal lords and masters lay pending. Her feet touched no hall in solitude. Often she was accompanied by her lady's, herself and all with babes in arms. At others, she kept court with the heirs of Ireland and Scotland, the eldest, a lad and lass who listened to the judgment rendered to ask, "Will I grow tae be so steady?" They all discussed this very thing now as evening fell. In the stairway Beathag walked with Aodhan and Seanna. The pair had many questions on what it was to rule or be ruled, to judge, to seek answers. Seanna was sent to represent all of Ireland itself while Aodhan was only beginning to understand the weight of the crown that he would one day have. In his mother's arms was his baby sister, the other went around Seanna (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

It would do little good for Jelenah to prepare for bed, for she'd not be finding sleep so easily as some. This came as no surprise to her of course as she was back to her old sleeping habits, or the lack there of rather. Long golden hair that normally flowed like sheets of silk in the wind was bound neatly into a single gathered braid. She lay in bed for what seemed like hours even after minding a book in hopes to get her at least drowsy. Her mind wouldn't have it despite what the body wanted or needed, nor would the heart. It had been quite some time since she and her husband had gone their separate ways and still, to this day, the little Slavic woman wondered what was it she had done wrong. Would she ever know? It was highly unlikely for Balian was only a memory now and one that was fading with each passing day and night. It was a slow process... first forgetting the scent he carried, then the sound of his voice, next came the lines of his face. Soon, she knew she'd forget the color of his eyes and the feel of his touch. She sighed and with a quickness thought lost to a woman her age, she sat upright. She glanced over to where Rhona lay and whispered. "Are you asleep Rhona?" there was a moment of silence.



*Rhona Brogain*

The lady servant rolled her head to look to her lady. "Nay M' Lady, Ay can nae sleep either... mayhaps it be something in tha air... aye?" she asked as she rolled over fully and then sat up. "Ye can nae sleep either... " she thought a moment. "Mayhaps we should go fer a walk then?"



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah nodded and quickly scooted from her side of the bed and quickly gathered what was needed for such a late night visit under the moon and stars.



*Rhona Brogain*

Rhona quickly followed. "Ye could go and see iffn tha Queen be awake. Go and visit her now instead o' in tha morning." Rhona suggested.



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah cast a look to her and shook her head with a smile. "Don't be silly Rhona... I'll not be bothering her in this late hour. Our visit can way til morning." The two were soon slipping on shoes and exiting their room to go off in search of.... something. (d)



*Queen Beathag Aberdeen*

Rhona's perception would be found to be a good thing to do. On the steps beneath the glow of torchlight sat the woman who had undergone many an incarnation. Each title was a process of birthing new self. Skin shed in the years following to create the golden headed specimen who ruled over the islands of Celts in the waters with equal parts intelligence, ferocity, and a grace unique to only her. The same hands that took life
offered it in gentle caress to Ireland's daughter. The same hands that condemned exalted Scotland's son. The same eyes that knew war looked so lovingly on the baby in her arms. Lightness shared a dwelling place with the unfathomable things that lived in the dark of the moon's shadow. "Ye both, Seanna, Aodhan, will one day dae fer these lands better than be done now. Ye watch us pass judgement n' rulin, make choices yet but the strongest be in yer own choices, born o' yer own thoughts n' the guidance o' the true. Tis late," she remarked, feeling the passage of constellations through her skin, "E'eryone is already asleep within our suite, the children o' Ireland n' Scotland. Join them. Long be our days, goodnight." What better thing could she hope to be called than such as aunt or mother?



*Prince Aodhan Aberdeen*

When paths converged the two of Ireland and England, one bright headed, one dark of flesh, grinned to the Lady's, Aodhan most all "G'night, Aunt Jelenah," his voice sunk to a soft alto. Had he changed so much, so quick? Beathag remained on the stairwell, intent to move yet content to remain still with the youngest, the last babe she bore in her arms. A year for Amy was close in passing, yet how small she still was, like her namesake Edme. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

Giving up Kane had returned to the main keep, his interest drawn by the sounds of merriment, where there was fiddling, there would be ale, and whiskey.. to this he smiled darkly, stopping at the well to wash his face, dampening his dark hair, even more if possible with cool water.. still dressed in all black he entered the great hall moving through the common folk and a few soldiers that celebrated the liberation of the Argyll's in fine fashion, a quartet of musicians played as couples bounded about in country reels, the celebratory tradition of precise steps melded with joyous abandon.. heads bobbed in time and hands clapped on the sides as the younger enjoyed the lively dance, the older or more circumspect merely watched on and kept time with a thumping foot or hands that found the ancient Scottish rhythm. Kane wove through the festivities finding himself a pint of ale and a stalwart timber, that upheld the ceiling beams to lean upon.. soon enough a cigar would be lit, a haze of blue black smoke scented with spices, exotic and heady would surround him, in the darken corner he choose to occupy.



*Lindall MacGregor*

Lindall had lost track of time, until the last stitch in Robins shirt had been sewn and knotted perfectly. Lifting it to her mouth she bit off the thread, eyes lifting as the clock chimed the hour.. it was late, now into the double digits of night, and Dublain had not returned.. She knew well he was within negotiations with the other Lords over political things, but she worried still none the less at the lateness of the hour.. Setting aside the shirt, folded neatly on the back of the chair, she drifted to the window, pushing open the mullioned panes to catch a cool breeze, and lean out.. From the courtyard below spilled light and the sounds of celebration.. and she found herself smiling at the though.. of something finally for this group to celebrate.. soon she hoped they would be celebrating the pardon of the Four.. and their freedom.. that would be a grand day indeed. (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Lady and companion would descend staircase after staircase until they made their way down a hallway or two. Just as they were about to go in one direction, a voice came from another. Both women paused and looked to each other quite confused, even after the young man and company had passed. Suddenly it dawned on Jelenah who that was and she didn't know whether to cry or smile! How he had grown! Sienna too! It was here she truly realized how long she had been away from home and what she had missed out on all because of a failed marriage. She then looked in the direction from which the Black Prince had come from and saw another sight that would have her teary eyed. She was quick to close the distance between herself and her sister. Arms were wide and though she came in a rush, once nearing, she was gentle with the wrapping of her arms embracing Bess and baby.



*Rhona Brogain*

Rhona simply stood back and watched the reunion. Knowing her Lady needed a few moments with her family before she would enter into the picture herself. Fiery red locks shifted ever so slightly as head canted and her arms crossed over her chest. She wore a smile of joy, happy to see Jelenah back where she belonged. Slowly the red head would inch her way forward but still remained in the background.



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah's little hands came to the face of her sister. "You look just as I remember... still just as beautiful." Hands would lower and gaze fell to who occupied the arms of her sister. "And just who might this be?" she asked in an excited whisper if there ever was such a thing. (d)



*Queen Beathag Aberdeen*

"Tis ye n' Ah, lass, tae long as it been since twas us by moon n' fire as the world lay asleep. Ahmlai Edme.." She whispered her name as a sweet benediction before kissing the little girl's forehead of white-gold hair. The intense ringlets bordered on platinum, ushered around by the mother's breath. She reached her hands out, patting on her mothers mouth to find her fingers showered in kisses. No one would have mattered until the moment Aodhan's voice ruptured the spell Edme always cast. Jelenah.. the venerable woman found the sound settled just so in the entrance of the ear, creeping along before coaxing the head to turn to give such utterance validation. Aodhan stayed with Seanna at the end of the hall as part of the world was made right tonight. Signs of hope revealed themselves in every place. The Slavic footsteps were a pattern indelible on the brain from the night long ago where she'd crumbled in her arms, needing to be saved. Since that day Jelenah repaid the owing many, many times. Beathag stood, not having to go very far before wrapping her great, long arms around her small sister. "God, where have ye been.." she whispered, but already Jelenah knew her long absence was forgiven. It always would be. Her eyes watered, even if tears didn't fall. "Mm..this is Amhlai Edme, we call 'er Amy sometimes..she's m'youngest, nearly a year. The twins be near tae three, asleep with their sister Davina, she be five." The baren spell was conquered quite thoroughly!



*Dublain McDonald*

Reunions occurred to the tune of Scottish country songs. High voices busted rabble rousing, spiraling giddy as the bodies that whipper-wheeled in the torchlight from the place he saw in the room where fortune was decided. Like the bodies, fate too spun and danced, only it was not so pleasant as this. A body one could oft control, fate? Fate was left to God's whim. The Lord McDonald could not tell you what hour it was, though he felt it was nigh on the one of witches. He had settled for so long that for once he his stick was hefted beneath his arm instead of to support his steps. Limp not as apparent, he maneuvered himself up the stairs toward where his lady wife was no doubt waiting with some distraction in her hands. They always needed to be busy. Wasn't he the same? After Dun Darroch he couldn't stand to be stagnant. Tonight, he wondered, wouldn't it just due to find some way to bring joy to what was done? Sons and daughters of Scotland warred too long among themselves or with others. For tonight, he wondered if Lindall, a daughter of the same land as He, might spin for the sake of delight instead of loss (d)



*Lindall MacGregor*

He judge her wrongly, for she had set aside her sewing, and found a maid, to settle with the children, leaving her hands quite empty as she made her way down the stairs, it might be said she searched for a wayward husband, or perhaps the new bride had grown jealous and set out to find her man, the rumors of the ... fierceness of the MacGregor women did her no favors with the gossips of the castle.. and yet it was none of these things, yes she worried over the lateness of the hour, but Dublain was a man grown and used to tending himself, and needed no feminine hand to direct him, and she garnered that he would not relish it either, being the proud and independent soul that he was.. No it was the sound of merriment and music that drew her downstairs.. She only wanted to look upon smiling faces, and relvery, see joy in it's most intense form, the celebration of freedom for the Argyll's..She had taken up residence near the bottom of the stairs some few minutes ago, watching silently, the happenings..it was good to see.



*Kane MacGregor*

Kane too watched from his vantage spot, noting that some of the younger men were well in their cups and getting quite randy as the night wore on.. farm maids, and house maids both suffered light pinches and slaps to their backsides, with glee and rosy cheeks that did nothing to sway the activities, it was life, nature and the way of things, young people danced, flirted and formed alliances that may bind them to their partners for life.. or beget them a roll in the hay for the night.. it mattered not to Kane as this was not his land nor his family to see after.. but he noted that such would have been curbed by a Lords tongue had it been in MacGregor territory. Another puff on his cigar and he withdrew it.. thinking to crush it out and return to the barracks, for there was nothing of interest here and dawn would come quickly (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah stood before her taller sister and looked between mother and child as times passed came to grace her ears. "I've missed much...and for that I am sorry. I just... I couldn't come back after... " she couldn't even bring her self to say it now, even after all this time. "Looks like I have a lot to make up for and to catch up on." she said smiling as sparkling hues of blue mimicked stars while looking between the pair. She quickly remembered Rhona. "Bess... this is Lady Brogain, my companion. She'd kept me company many a nights much like I did you for." she offered with a smile as she looked between her Lady and her Majesty.



*Rhona Brogain*

"Tis a pleasure tae be meetn ye yer Majesty." she said as she both bowed her head and dipped into a somewhat decent curtsey. "M' Lady, she spoke o'you and often. Ye be a vera special woman." she added after a moment while giving a smirk to her Lady. Rhona would step back then after the introduction to glance over a shoulder and down the hall to where she heard the music. "Seems we nae be tha only ones nae sleepn t'night." before looking back to the Lady Windsor and the Queen.



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah looked from Bess and to Rhona and gave her a playul scolding of a look. She too would glance to the hall and arched a brow. "Music? At this hour of the night?" Jelenah then looked back to Bess. "You will have to tell me everything I was not around for, starting this night and every night. I do not intend to leave these lands ever again. I even had some of my things taken back to the Estate." she paused a moment. "But... maybe we can go and see what all the noise is about while you start? Unless of course its late and you need rest." (d)



*Queen Beathag Aberdeen*

"Tis a pleasure, Lady Brogain. Hope the recommendation o' m'selfs been a fine one all round, n' iffn Ah be special ye doubly sae. Ah thank ye fer carin fer m'sister." She canted her head in acknowledgment, warm voice thickened by brogue. When she smiled it pulled at the laugh lines on a otherwise pristine face for a woman who sat on her fortieth year. Jelenah need not mention what made her ache, a thing that none of them saw coming for it seemed a love such as Balian showed might last forever. Yet, Fate is not a human invention. One arm wrapped around Jelenah as her head followed where Rhona looked. The music, too, had conspired to rouse her curiosity, "Well Eliean Donnal finally n'as much tae celebrate, since it sat dark fer sae long. Who would sleep n' the first days n' nights o' newfound glory? Ah should like tae see this music, good women. As would m'daughter, she's a bards ear." Little Amhlai was already pat-apatting in time to the beat, burbling as if to emphasize that yes, they should go. She squealed, then rained her laughter down on them. "Aye, we gae Amy, we gae!"



*Dublain McDonald*

While some women pondered making the journey, Dublain met Lindall tween places. Tween a few moments of musical joy or the night that lingered with unanswered questions. Gentle the edge of the walking stick that tapped her shoulder, settled gentle down on the lowest step for his amusement more than his need. MacGregor women are owls then? Ah've heard ye be spirits o' the night mayhaps, stealin chickens n' children, n' wanderin husbands?" He leaned on the wall with one arm to support his weight, grinning. (d)



*Lindall MacGregor*

"I have never stolen chicken nor child, and if I had a wondering husband he would be fearin me finding him I assure ye " she laughed, turning to face him with a soft smile.. "Your day went well then, for I see no storm in your face, not cloud nor thunder " she leaned up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek in the way that let him know she missed him, but would not badger him on where he had been.. " The children sleep, and I heard the music.. this one seems intent on dancing inside me, so he might as well have a fiddle " she laughed, her hands laying on the fondant swell, as within the little one did indeed dance a jig, full of kicks and turns.. " ohhh " her eyes went wide as the babe did and especially hard kick, then laughed.. " This one for sure is a night owl for he slept all day peaceful like.. " (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Both Lady and Companion would look to the Queen and her daughter with smiles. Each taking a turn to nod before they listened to the golden haired ruler explain why music would be had at this late hour of the night. As Bess wrapped an arm around her, Jelenah would move in as close as she could.



*Rhona Brogain*

Rhona would come to the other side of her Lady while the three of them began to make their way to where all the others were. If there be any doors to open, Rhona would quickly pick up the pace to pass her Lady and her Majesty to open it for them. After they had entered, she'd follow, once more taking up the side of the Lady Windsor if not but a step or two behind her. Eyes were quick to look about the hazy space as many enjoyed pipes and such. Cheers for arm wrestlers amongst the men near a corner rang loud, having made the little red head smirk as she said to herself. "Boys will be boys.. aye.."



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah remained at the side of her sister until if decided by her, for the two to separate for whatever reason Bess might need. With the room being stuffy as it was, space was something one would easily desire. Blue eyes began to look about as she asked her sister. "How is Adam? and what of Kendrew? His wife?" There were so many others she wanted to ask about as well, like Aislin, Eamonn and their family. So many she had missed. (d)



*Dublain McDonald*

"Nay chicken or children, thank ye God. Nay be I wayward either," He valued his skin less bruised and battered than his scars already crafted him to be. He grinned only to laugh as the babe inside gave her a hearty kick "He has tae practice ,outrun his elders, outbest the McDonalds waitin fer him. He will be a loved child." Pat-a-pat over the belly as he took her hand. "Come, tae the music." (d)



*Lidall MacGregor*

Rhona would not be spared the intent of lusty farm boys full of ale and wanting to swing round a pretty girl about the floor.. as she moved slightly away, a robust jig began to play and without warning she found herself pulled onto the dance floor twirled and whirled about, with joyous abandon, a brave soul would approach the Queen and offer his hand for a dance as well, a nearby Lady offering to take the sleeping baby from her arms, while the merriment went on.. and just so the golden Slavic woman would not be left out as she too was swept into the middle of the cauldron of dancing celebration.. Round and round they would twirl about, following steps of a dance to time immortal.. Lindall too would join them, her husbands hand in hers, and at her back for times of turning, " ye are light on your feet husband, perhaps you should dance more often." she teased, as he spun her about with little effort.. it s their first dance, but would not be their last, so she prayed for the King and Queens pardon to be made real soon. All that saw the pair may gossip and remark, of the the MacGregor Widow, husband not cold in the ground bartered into marriage for the sake of lines on a map, and coins in coffers, a few even gave her piteous looks, to be sold off like a brood mare and still carrying her dead husbands child.. then there was the other school of though that call her whore in hushed whispers, even now the dancing widow on the arm of her new husband.. the word was she slept on gold coins dug from his back..



*Kane MacGregor*

The cigar was placed back between his teeth and clamped there as the night got more interesting, when she appeared at the side of the Queen no less.. his lean retaken he regarded the trio, one fiery haired, one the golden platinum of the Queen, and the honey gold of the woman who had demanded his time earlier.. what an odd little creature she was, though he was not so blind in his gruffness not to notice beauty.. when placed before him.. a deep inhale of the cigar then a cloud of sweet smelling smoke was released, he chuckled seeing the trio corralled out into the dance, the redhead enjoying herself in laughter, he turned his eye back to Lady Windsor and the Queen, making sure they were, being respected (d



*Rhona Brogain*

No sooner than the Lady Windsor questioned her Majesty of people she had not yet met, Rhona was quickly snatched up and practically dragged into the busy whirlwind of song, of dance or merriment and celebration! "Oi!" she squealed.



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah's eyes however seem to grow wide with surprise. It had scared her at first but she quickly realized she'd been snatched up by nothing more than those that only wanted to dance the night away. She looked to see where both her companion and Bess were. Each among the crowded dance floor with partners of their own it seemed. It took her a few minutes to get into the beat, but she was soon lifting up a portion of her skirts to allow little feet to stomp and tap against the floor. Long golden braid bouncing about behind until she was twirled about and it was slung over a shoulder. Jelenah laughed as she glanced down to the feet of her partner and her own before lifting her gaze again.



*Rhona Brogain*

Rhona was doing much like the Lady Windsor, but where it had taken Jelenah a few moments to grow comfortable with the steps and the beat, it was as if Rhona was with it the moment she'd been swept into the crowd. (d)



*Queen Beathag Aberdeen*

The Queen was crushed between the people, music, and the night. Her child was passed to the arms of a maiden who assured the Queen that with five sisters and six brothers, this was by no means her first time with a child! A bard was pulled on something as intimate as a lover's touch in music. Jelenah took her time, Rhona was swept . Beathag melded in with the people as if she had never left a place where the throb of drums was as common as a lifted pint of ale for a thirsty man. Her partner bold was rewarded with her hand as they moved not in time. No, time was base compared to perfect harmony. "Aye, keep up now lad. Ah'm forty years o' age yet move faster than ye!"



*Dublain McDonald*

The terror of the Eastern islands would force his wife to be beneath his heal. He would beat her, surely, or she'd go mad as he went mad. All MacDonalds were mad. It was said they shared no room but on Raasay would only for the sake of heirs. Some said the child she carried now he'd send to the Sisters in a cloister to raise as a bastard son of what was dead. Others claimed he'd kill her sure as she twirled with him now, that he'd kill them all. At a point in the tune he lifted Lindall up before setting her down to spin again. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

It was when the beat would slow to a waltz, that the partner change would commence, and easy thing for both Queen and Rhona, as their new partners were respectful and sober, but Jelenah would draw the attention of a weasel, a drunk weasel the same said weasel that she had been warned about earlier, but He was quick and wiley and had her about the waist twirling her about before she could protest, at this Kane Straightened his lean, the cigar dropped from his mouth to be crushed by the heel of his boot, the empty pint given over to a nearby servant.. Dark eyes narrowed, then flicked back to the Queen, then his Cousin Lindall and her husband, whom seemed to be enjoying themselves and each other.. over heard remarks from others brought out the worst in him, he would be so glad to leave this place, Struan, truly the land of bastards and greed, it would be a pleasure to be shed of this place, It was when he would see the hand of the weasel lower to the small of Lady Windsor's back then still lower, as he pulled her body close into him, that a growl was issued beneath his breath, pushing through the crowd his hand clasp on the neck of the weasel stopping his spiral in one motion, a dark head leaned down to speak into the mans ear.. and abruptly the man released his hold on the Lady Windsor.. and bowed leaving the room as fast as his thin legs could
carry him.. " I believe it is my turn to bask in contentment that you promise upon our next meeting.. a Dance Lady ?" he offered her his hand, hoping to stall her embarrassment and any further injury her reputation might suffer over the weasels abuse, noted the man would receive a thrashing if he did not heed Kane's advice and get on a horse and ride fast and far.



*Lindall MacGregor*

Lindall laughed and smiled as she enjoyed both the dance and her husbands attention lifted up, and twirled about as if she were not a pregnant cow, she felt delight, only to come back down to earth steady in his arms.. " You've had some practice at this, perhaps I should watch you, tell me you were nay dancing the night away while I mended clothes?" she teased, her head tilting to the side in a flirty manner.. good gods above was his wife flirting with him.. the light in her emerald eyes would say yet, as would the delicate way her fingers caressed his neck when she rounded it with her hand.. (d)



*Rhona Brogain*

Rhona moved with ease, even when the beat and tune went from quick to slow. When the mood went from lively to quietly. The more respectful gentleman was met by those charming set of eyes as a smile graced
her lips as they danced.



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah had been taken up by another, one that was familiar by face alone. The one that Kane had warned her about earlier on in the evening. While Jelenah very seldom refused to humor most, the man was drunk and making advancements that he had no business making! With one hand hard pressed to his chest just below his collar bone, the other diligently tried to work free the hand and arm wrapped about her tiny waist. He leaned in and she leaned back, trying to not only avoid the stench of his ale saturated breath but a kiss. Just when she thought she might have to get a bit more forceful and vocal, a dark clad figure came to her rescue. Gripping and pulling the offender back and giving warning. Soon Jelenah was freed and standing before her was Kane MacGregor. Others continued to dance around them, but still watched, and when he offered his hand and asked for a dance, she knew he what he was doing. For that she was grateful. The last thing she needed was more flaws. Tiny hand slipped into his own and with a glance about and then to Kane, she stepped closer so that they might dance.



*Rhona Brogain*

Rhona had been watching the entire time and she was just about to excuse herself from her partner when Kane stepped in. Yes, she was the Lady Windsor's companion, but some had to wonder if she weren't the woman's body guard at times too! If it had called for it, Rhona wouldn't have hesitated in putting that man out on his rear! (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He took her tiny hand in his then circled her waist with the other.. moving her about like a doll, she was small upside his tall frame, petite against the harshness of his body.. so delicate, he feared her would break her if he chanced to stumble over the steps and crash into her..sweat beaded his brow, what had he been thinking he was no dancer, never had been, a clumsy misstep, yet he did not fall or step on tiny feet.. " Perhaps someone should save you from me " he chuckled, looking down at her.. " Smile or the gossips will think me forcing you to be my partner, as it is evident no Lady in her right mind would dance with such a left footed baboon " he winked, then came the moment in the dance to lift the lady into the air and settle her back..without hesitation and with the ease as if she were a babe, his hands circled her waist, spanning it completely, fingers weave in the small of her back, lifted her.. it seemed for a long moment, golden braid flying up with the lack of gravity, then settling her back down to earth with the ease of a falling leaf upon a lochs surface, not even a ripple made in it's landing.. her hand uplifted he would twirl her under his arm, then around once more until they were face to face again.. (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Brows arched, eyes lifted and she met his gaze as if mesmerized, if only for a moment. She was small and she certainly could be delicate, but only at times. Should she break, someone would come along and piece her back together again, making her stronger than she had been the last time. He might have been no dancer, but he did well enough. "Save me from you? I don't think that necessary, not yet at least." she teased. "As for me and my mind? I'm no real Lady and I have never been in my right mind." she added with a bit of a grin. "Besides, being forced to be your partner isn't such a bad thing, is it?" she asked. Jelenah was soon lifted within the air, his hands at her waist while fingers did span it. Even with knowing what was coming, she seemed to gasp just a little with the lack of ground beneath her feet. The little Slavic smiled down at him and before long, she was returned to earth like a fallen angel. With a twirl she was now face to face with the man that had appeared out of no where twice in a single night.



*Rhona Brogain*

Rhona, even while dancing with her own partner, continued to keep an eye on her Lady, and had to smirk at seeing the going ons with the Lady Windsor and the mysterious dark male. For her Lady had not spoke of him.... not yet. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

The dance continued, his hand gentle yet firmly guiding her about the floor, until the song ended.. he released her hands and stepped back bowing then rose to meet her gaze once more.. " It was a pleasure Lady Windsor.." for some reasoning he could not fathom he felt irritated the song had ended so quickly... " Until next time," he lifted her hand and brushed a kiss over the knuckles then rose, as she departed the dance floor.. (d)

to be continued...

[Lady Jelenah Windsor]

*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

The dance continued for only a few moments longer before the music ended. Her hand was taken up by him, a kiss brushed across her knuckles, and he was bowing and bidding her goodnight? Blonde brows arched but she nodded to him after slowly retracting that little hand of hers. She seem to linger, but she did eventually leave the floor with some hesitation. Her eyes then searched about the sea of faces as she tried to spy Rhona. She was off in the corner now, enjoying the company of her dance partner. Their gazes met and as Rhona was about to bid her male friend goodbye, Jelenah smiled and gave a shake of her head, followed by a lift of chin in the direction of the gentleman. It was her way of letting the woman know she was fine to stay as she was for as longed as she liked. Those blue hues then turned to the door and the little Slavic woman debated on passing through it. It was suddenly warm in here and a visit outside under the cool night air was very enticing. With a last glance over a shoulder, she'd lost sight of the man as it seemed the crowd suddenly hid him. She turned and made her way outside. (d)


*Kane MacGregor*

There had been a moment when he debated on weather to ask her for another dance, but then again, she was likely only thankful that he had rid her of the overzealous weasel and had no real interest in his company, he watched her from the side of the room as she meandered about, heading back to her Lady in waiting.. A cigar called to him.. turning he had left, much as he had come, in silence,there were no people here he knew well enough to bid goodnight. Out into gardens he moved, leaning against a column of stone, looking out over the carefully manicured flora, just past it's walls was the lock, he could hear the sounds of it's waves but could not see it.. a shame he thought, the beauty of the gardens spoiled by trapping it within four stone walls so high one could not see the outside , a waste.. he mused as the cigar was lit.. inhaled and released blue smoke that smelled of exotic spices and sweet honey.. the roll having been cured in honey.. This place wasn't as bad as Dun Dorroch, but it wasn't home, he longed for the long rolling hills of home, the lush fertile valleys.. it was almost harvest time, and his fields he knew were ripe and ready.. but for his family he remained..(d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

While he might have lost sight of her just as she took her leave, Jelenah had thought to turn back around and locate Bess. However, she thought better of it and knew that her sister was likely enjoying her own little moment and Jelenah wouldn't spoil it. While Kane made his way outside one way, Jelenah had made her way outside another way. His steps seem to carry him right to those gardens while Jelenah's was a bit more lengthy. Her destination wasn't the gardens exactly, but the path she took seem to carry her right by it nearly. The small woman had no idea where it would lead her exactly, but that was the nice thing about it. She was free to go where she pleased and enjoy a moments peace within the outdoors. She did manage to come across a bench and soon took up residence there. Knees together, toes inward, hands within her lap, she sat and stared out across the darkness toward shadows that swayed with the breeze. Making the silhouette out, it was some sort of flowered bush and with a cant of her head, hands lifted to unravel the long braid over her shoulder. The scents that filled the air were pleasant. Maybe a bit odd, for some reason but pleasant. Perhaps it was a mixture of different scents? It had a hint of sweetness to it. Maybe it was a certain bloom. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He watched her roam the gardens bathed in moonlight turning her golden hair, a silvery sheen, like some sort of fairy, or fae.. perhaps a water nymph from the lock.. another inhale as she came to settle not ten feet from him, though in shadow he was still unseen, save the flare of the end of his cigar when he inhaled upon it.. " Are you following me Lady Windsor ?" his voice was teasing from the shadows.. " Have you not already learned tonight that weasels hide in plain sight, but can also be found in dark places?" he was speaking of the so called gentleman of the court who had drunkenly taken advantage of her good graces, and the most soft parts of her backside.. again the tip of the cigar flared, yet he did not move from the shadows yet, just leaned, watching her.. (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

The sound of his voice startled her and it was visibly seen as she flinched, lifted her head, craned her neck and allowed her eyes to search the darkness. He was not visible to her yet, but she knew who it was. "M' Lord MacGregor, I hardly think you a weasel. For you have showed me far more respect than he has and therefore, disqualifies you as such." she replied. Jelenah continued to search the shadows, eyes narrowing as she leaned to and fro to locate him. It wasn't until the flare of his cigar lit up that gave away his position. "As for my following you? I could ask you the same. Are you following me Sir MacGregor?" There was the small hint of amusement within her tone that accompanied her inquiry. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He laughed at her response, and stepped from the shadows, crushing the cigar beneath his boot as he did so.. " I am so guilty of being no weasel, perhaps a wolf.. but not a weasel " he smiled now, a smile that might have struck fear in some maids hearts, for it was dangerous and dark as it's owner.. steps led him to her, but he stopped out of reach, a proper distance between them " Nay I was here first, I have finished a whole cigar " he chuckled.." But I have to say you must enjoy danger, for you allow yourself the most accessible places should I be a fiend.. " his hands lifted indicating the dark garden " You are quite alone, and vulnerable, in a land rife with rebellion, as a member of the Queens household and favored lady you could.. bring quite a ransom, or be used as a power play.. should someone.. abscond with you.. Do you consider these things when you roam, with strangers or alone?" a dark brow cokeed at her, and for a moment he was like a big brother taking her to task for her lack of propriety and safety (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah watched as the large figure began to appear, creeping out like some ghoul of the night. "And a cunning wolf at that. Besides, I don't think weasel describes the man we speak of. I think there are a few choice words that would better suit him. Though, I am to much of a Lady to say them of course." she replied with a grin. "Well, since you and your cigar were here first, perhaps I should go and leave you two alone?" she asked with a chuckle. There came a shake of her head in response to the comment on danger. "No... I don't enjoy being in danger...whether I allow it or not, if it is meant to happen, it will find you." Then came a shrug of shoulders as she moved to stand to her feet. "Who might take me away from this place? You? Or perhaps you would prefer to play the role of my rescuer again?" asked the lil Slavic woman with a smile. "But... were you the other... what would be your ransom? What would be your power play?" She casually turned then, taking only but a step or two before pausing. "I consider many things... but do you not sometimes roam without knowing you are roaming?" she then looked back to him, awaiting an answer. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

" If one does not sheath his sword eventually he will be stabbed by it.. that does not mean it was fate, only that he was careless, or stupid.. or both " he chuckled as she mention that trouble would find her if indeed it was meant to be, perhaps it already had, she was indeed baiting the Devil Knight himself was she not, alone in the dark.. the people of the castle of Ealien Donal, regarded him almost as Satan himself, and rumors abounded..As she stood to face him and ask her silly questions of ransom and power play, he arched a brow at her.. trying to figure out what in the world was wrong with her, most women would have picked up their skirts and high tailed it back inside to safety when he gave such and ominous lecture, yet she stood before him wishing to debate the hypothetical..? dammed able females.. they were all crazy in the head.. he had just thought it was MacGregor women and that Amazonian Queen Beathag but this one too seemed touched in the head.. He reached out and caught her arm.. pulling her back round to him as she turned, annoyed she was not taking the matter of the revolt and the danger she could be in seriously " Lady if I were a villain , I would take you far away, demand a heavy ransom that would break the Monarchy's coffers, and once it was delivered... keep you for my own contentment.. " his face lowered somewhat to look directly into her deep blue eyes.. his own burning dark pits... (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

"So then I am without sense?" she asked in response. Oh how smart this one was... able to twist words around, teasingly or not. However, this was one of those teasing times. Where he thought most women might lift their skirts and high tail it to safety, he would eventually learn that this little blonde Slavic woman was not like most women. Yes, at one time, she would have cried for help at the drop of a hat... and rightfully so at given her past. However, being married to a high charging Knight, aiding many in battle, learning to survive a failed marriage while living in Ireland, she had come to have a bit of a backbone now. When he reached out to take her by the arm, she tugged slightly at first, but when she wasn't freed, she remained as so while he lowered his face and gaze to mirror her own. There was no expression of any kind upon those soft features of hers. Not even when she posed her question. "And what might you mean by for your own contentment Sir MacGregor?" Her eyes would never leave his own, no matter how dark the bottomless pit might appear within them. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He smiled down at her bravado " It matters not because I am no villain, and you are in no danger with me, but you may not be so lucky in the future to find me in the darkness instead of some fiend.. I advise you to be more careful in your wanderings, and at least have your lady attend you " his hand dropped from the top of her arm, where he had held her.. firmly. He did not apologize for grasping her or his lecture, for he believed it would serve her well.. " And yes I roam from time to time.. alone, but never without my sword " he patted his hip, where even now the ebon hilt of his blade sat in sheathed glory.. " Even I take precautions " (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Was that a smug smile? Jelenah simply gave a soft shake of her head. "No.. you are not, there fore, I know I have nothing to worry about when it comes to you. As for your advice... thank you and now, I have some for you." She would say in reply. "I'm not helpless... nor am I a child. So I would appreciate it if you didn't treat me as such. Very rarely do I ever go out alone without an escort of some sort. His hand dropped from her arm and his grip had been firm enough to cause discomfort. Her free hand came to rub at the area. "Perhaps it would please M' Lord if I were to carry a weapon with me? Would that not put your fears at rest? Even if just a little?" she asked. Was she mocking him now? It was hard to tell as no one could ever imagine such a small, sweet, and innocent looking woman ever capable of such. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

" Perhaps if you were trained to use it yes, it would be a good idea, " he leaned down and withdrew a dagger from his boot side.. handing it too her. hilt first.. He was completely serious, as always not one for wooing women, in fact Kane's family had remarked several times on his lack of womanly company, for none had ever seen him so much as partaking of a whores kiss, nor interested in any.. only he and the woman he had loved, and his now best friend and that woman's husband knew the truth of it.. he had loved Shyvonne since he was 9 years old.. and kept himself for her and her alone.. there had never been a need for the stoic man to practice nor indulge in another woman's kiss, or company for he had never seen a life without Shyvonne by his side.. Now he did.. he faced such a life, but as usual, the broken heart just was sealed behind the darkness of his moods and temper.. so he though nothing of her mocking tease, it never even entered his mind she enjoyed nor wanted his attention.. he was in a word.. oblivious.. " Have you ever been taught to use a dagger?" (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor

"I know how to use a dagger." she remarked. "I was married to the Lord Marshal of Turas Lan...." She took from him his dagger and allowed her eyes to slowly roam over it, taking note of any special etchings or designs that might be found on it. Jelenah's mocking wasn't meant for her showing any interest in the man. It was simply a bit of the bitterness she held within from a broken heart seeping its way out. Balian had been the only man she had ever loved. Fully and completely. Yes, there had been those that had courted her, that she had cared for, but none had been loved by her on such a devoted level like that of Balian. In fact, it was her former husband that had taken her for the first time ever in her life. After having looked over his dagger, she handed it back to him much in the same way he had given it. "Its a very nice blade." she offered. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

"Keep it, for you safety " he nodded when she had offered it back.. he was surprised that she would say she knew how to use a dagger, a brows drawing together slightly.. " Perhaps you would allow me to see this training in using a weapon?" his Lady cousins had all been trained to defend themselves not only with daggers but swords and bows, something he personally saw to himself, Even Chloe had come under his tutelage when she had married Serac.. " I could give you pointers on defense, should.." now his lips turned up in a smile " you need to skin a weasel ?" (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Brow arched high at his telling her to keep he dagger. "I.. but it's yours. I have one of my own, just .. haven't had a mind to carry it lately. But... if you insist." Jelenah nodded and would continue to hold it. "Show you my training?" she chuckled with a shake of her head. "Only should you give me reason." she replied. While Jelenah did know how to handle a dagger, all else in matter of weapons was lost to her. Sure, she would grip and make use of a sword if given the chance and reason too, but whether it was properly done was another matter. Bows? Not a chance. At the last comment he made, she chuckled. "What pointers... might that be?" she asked with a smirk, stressing the word pointers with reason. She had to admit, given the subject at hand, the choice of words was ... befitting. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He would look at her oddly as she stressed the word, canting his head again, perhaps the Slavic nation found humor where he did not, more likely it was the fact that in this paring, Jelenah was indeed the more advanced in human connection and intimacy,so much so that the inference slipped over his head completely.. " I have taught my cousins all to use a dagger , short sword and bow, if you like I could show you some basics, so that if need arose you could use them properly.. " what had she though he meant when he had offered pointers on weaponry.. " I leave for Dun Dorroch in the morning to find my Cousin and his wife, and Bring the Queen word of the King, perhaps when I return ?" he had hoped by now that they all would have made it to Eliaen Donal, but it was not to be, little did he know that Lonez and Rosie had arrived bringing the news of Searc's death with them this afternoon while he and Jelenah was atop the roof watching the sunset.. By morning the news would spread, and his trip would be canceled, instead his family would need his strength (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Seeing as he didn't seem to find anything humorous about the statements they had both made, she cleared her throat, feeling a bit awkward. Right. Carry on. She nodded when he said he had taught his cousins. "Yes, feel free to show me what it is you know and then we can see if it is what I have already learned." she replied. Had she know what he wondered what she had meant by that, she would have wanted to know what he thought she meant by that comment. Jelenah had meant pointers as in... the fact the blade ended in a point. "Seeing as you are to leave come sunlight, do be careful." offered the little woman. While she was not yet made aware of what all was happening and for what reasons, care should be taken regardless. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

"Are you dismissing me Milady ?" he question as she bade him be careful when he left.. she was a quizzical thing that he could not figure out, quite like a puzzle box, you pulled this way and pushed that way, never to find the true meaning nor get to the core.. but then again.. wasn't he also.. from inside the music floated out to the gardens, a slow waltz perhaps to end the night as the hour had grown increasingly late.. " You are perhaps tired.. after your travels shall I walk you inside?" his head nodded in the direction of the doors that look out onto the gardens, " Your lady might be wandering where you are " (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

She looked up and gave a shake of her head. "Oh.. no no.. I'm sorry. I just.. thought you were perhaps about to take your leave." It had been a misunderstanding on her part, and she felt heat in her cheeks because of that. Had it not been such a later hour, he might have seen such color in those cheeks. The sound of the music would also reach her ears and she glanced to where they had just came from not long ago. "Tired or not... I won't find sleep." she replied as she shrugged a single shoulder softly. "I never do, not anymore at least." she looked back to him then. "Rhona? No... she's enjoying her night, just as she should. She has been very good to me, especially these last few weeks. She needs a night to herself." Two weeks prior, it should have been her four year wedding anniversary. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

"Why do you sleep poorly ?" he question as she spoke of never sleeping well anymore.. " perhaps you need more exercise during the day, perhaps riding ?" he was nothing if not practical " Or My Autn Ivella has this remedy, of warm milk with honey and brandy, though I think it is more the amount of brandy than milk that helps her sleep " he chuckled as he turned back to look at the light shining from inside, the slow song still going " perhaps a dance would help you tire so you can sleep?" his dark eyes peered down at her from his height.. it was a step.. a small one, but for him.. it was like jumping off a cliff (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Oh God... he had to ask her why, didn't he? She gave a shake of her head. "You'd likely find my reason silly." she replied. Trying to avoid the true answer, which was, she missed that warm body beside her. The feel of arms around her, the sense of security, or safety, and most importantly... being loved. At his suggestions, she nodded. "Perhaps." came the single reply as she offered a soft, small, and some what forced smile to try and cover up a bit of that sadness. With the sharing of his aunt's remedy, she chuckled softly. "I think you might be right." When he asked for a dance, she seemed a little surprised by it, pleasantly surprised. It was sweet of him to ask for whatever the reason. "I suppose we could try it and see." said the little woman. When he took that step forward, she fumbled with the dagger in hand before taking a step to the side to lay it on the bench before returning where she'd been standing moments ago. She then stepped forward and slowly lifted her arms so that were properly placed so that might could begin their dance. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He took one of her small hands in his, his other hand on her waist, without fumbling he found the rhythm of the slow waltz and begin to move her about, leading her small circles about the lawn.. she was so small in his arms, she seemed doll like, "I used to dance with my cousin this way, when she was a child she would stand upon my boots because she couldn't keep up she was too small " he laughed softly.. the way he held her was light, yet firm, a man used to control, or perhaps a man to far in control of himself to allow a moment of casualty.. around and around they danced in the garden.. until the song ended.. then he still held her.. " I would not think your reasons silly if you shared it with me.. " had this been on his mind the whole time they danced? (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

At five feet and five inches tall, she was small. Always small to everyone, but especially small to men like her former husband, like Maahes, and like Kane. Her hand was taken while the other had come to place itself as high up on his arm as she could reach, not quite able to reach his shoulder. The circular steps about the lawn in silence after his comment of his cousin, left her to think on what she'd refused to share. Having only nodded and smiled with what he spoke of. The song ended and it seemed they continued to dance still, even if only in her mind. When he said he'd not think her reason silly, she looked up to him and casually glanced away, then down, and then looked up to him again, giving a bashful sort of smile. "I... I grew use to having someone next to me. I... old habits die hard." While he still held on to her, she too continued to remain as she had been while they danced. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He frowned as she spoke of old habits, the hand at her waist lifting to push back a long golden strand of her hair that the wind played with.. from her face.. his knuckles brushing her cheek, her other hand still in his. " You will have that again some day.. you are to beautiful and fine a lady not to find such again " he hoped it helped her feelings, he was never good with words and such.. " And he will be a lucky man to lay beside you , if only to hear you snore " now he teased her.. picking up the end of the strand of hair and brushing it beneath her nose, she may think he was treating her like a child, but in truth he wanted to see a smile on her face once more, instead of the look of sadness and grieving for a fool of a husband long gone (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah noted the frown and she suddenly felt awful. It seemed so out of place on such a handsome face. The gesture of his hand pushing back the strand of hair, and the tender touch that brushed her cheek was something of a bittersweet moment. His comment seemed to have hit hard, and there for a second, those eyes seemed to glass over. But she managed to fight against the moisture that threatened to increase and spill over. "Maybe. One can only hope." she replied. Unless he had been playing close attention, he might have missed it all before she replied. However, the next comment did bring a smile to her face. Small to start with, but it did grow as he seemed to tease her with the end of that strand of gold. "I would have you know, I do not snore." she said with a small chuckle before looking away. (d)



Kane MacGregor

He missed nothing of her sadness and it pulled at his own heart, for he too knew how it felt to love someone who did not return the feelings, true he had never taken Shyvonne to his bed, but it mattered not to him, he knew the inside of his heart and it was broken, regardless of if it showed or not.. " How do you know if you snore or not.. aren't you asleep when you do so?" he chuckled dropping the strand of hair, and settling his hand back on her waist, it seemed the music had ended for the night, but still they stood as if dancing.. " I however have never done such a thing in my life.. and I know I do not snore, because if so the men in my encampments would have told me" there was no mention of lover or wives, or the one that got away, for the only people who had shared space with him while sleeping was on battlefields or in barracks.. now a wicked smile curved his lips " however, in the spirit of me being your rescuer.. if ever you need a warm body " he let the offer drop, it was a joke but the minute it left his lips, he realized how inappropriate it must sound to her.. " Forgive me Lady Windsor.. twas only a jest.. I meant nothing by it.. " he released her waist and hand, fully expecting a slap across his face for that.. to many nights in the company of soldiers.. had left him with a naughty sense of humor (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Just because he may have never shared a bed with the woman whom he loved, it didn't mean he did not not know what it felt like to have empty arms, or to no longer feel her arms around him. This thought did cross her mind for a until he posed his question. "Because I'm sure that -- " she stopped herself before correcting what she was about to say. "Rhona would have shared such with me." she said with a smile. Uneasy at first but quickly growing as the awkwardness of what she had been about to say was lost. "And how do you know if the men in your encampment do not say so, for fear of what you might do in retaliation? hm?" she teased right back. She chuckled, but it slowly faded as his next comment seemed to almost echo in her ears. Red faced is what she should be right now. The idea of the two of them in a bed together was not something she had thought of, but at the mention of it, the vision that came to mind was well... not at bad one entirely. Jelenah shook her head, silently scolding herself for such a thought! What was she? a heathen?! "Oh no..no.. there is nothing to forgive... I assure you...heh" she looked away, trying to hide whatever indication of such thoughts that would be given away by expression alone and then looked back, not wanting him to catch on. (d)



*Kane Macgregor*

Nothing to forgive? was she serious? He had just offered her with his body in her bed.. and she said there was nothing to forgive? again he begin to wonder if she was as crazed as the MacGregor women.. " None the less I apologize it was not appropriate for Lady's ears " he watched her look away, even in the moonlight he could see her blush profusely " Please do not be shamed.. I'm sorry " he thought the blush was because she was upset at his offer.. " I spend far to much time in the company of soldiers and drinking men, and my manners can be rough.. " he wanted to slap himself.. for offending her so.. " Please allow me to see you inside safety then I will go " he wouldn't' leave her out in the garden alone, of that his manners were sure (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah would hardly call that offensive... on the contrary! However, he'd not know that and well, frankly, Jelenah was fighting to admit it to herself, much less him! She had said that to be polite, she knew he hadn't meant to be offensive. It wasn't like he had purposely gone out of his way to make her feel this awkward. "Apology accepted." she said with a nod. "It ...--" she couldn't finish her sentence. The last thing she needed to do was tell him the image he had her imagine was not a bad image at all, only to embarrass herself as well as him. She'd never be able to face him again. Jelenah would just nod at his saying he was to often in the company of soldiers and of drinking men. He offered to see her back inside and she nodded once more. "Yes... yes.. I appreciate that." she said as she seem to remain frozen in position, but finally manage to uproot her feet, and removed herself, reluctantly almost, from his hold to turn and take up his dagger carefully and then turn back to him so he could escort her back inside. Lord... now she definitely wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. (d)

[Lady Jelenah Windsor]

Next day and night...

*Kane MacGregor

He had left Shyvonne in anger, thinking it better that he not be around her. Down the shore of the Loch, still within sight of it's walls, he would visit his Aunt Ivella in the morning befor heading out to Dun Dorroch. The news of Searcs death had rocked them all, and while he knew he should have followed Shy to keep her safe, his anger at her punching him would not allow it. She was after all not his problem anymore.. He camped in a small cove beneath a lean too, a fire flickering in the night like a beacon.. the waves rolled to shore not ten feet away.. as he sat, pondering the path his life should take now.. that things were so different (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

She had spent the day writing letters, sending word to the staff or the family of her former staff at Windsor Estate, to let them all know she had returned and that soon, she would need them back if able and willing. While Jelenah didn't entirely like the idea of going back there to the estate, she didn't feel right staying within the castle either after having been gone all this time. There would be a lot of changes made to the Windsor Estate, so that there might not be as many reminders of what was no more. She did however look forward to working within the yards and gardens again, something she had and always would enjoy. The rest of the day was spent between Rhona and others for various reasons. Now it was time to relax and she thought the best way to do that was to go for a walk... maybe even go down and sit by the water awhile. While it wasn't the beach, the lake looked just as inviting. Rhona would of course accompany her, but she'd been quite the last hour or two. Jelenah wondered if the woman wasn't feeling well and was trying to be a good sport by not letting the Lady Windsor know. (d)



*Kane MacGregor

He had been there most of the afternoon and now night had fallen.. for a long while he just sat and thought. Misto was loose to forage nearby, and occasionally lifted his head to whicker toward his master, the horse hated this land almost as much as Kane did.. Stripping off his clothes he waded into the lake and swam for a while, letting the cool waters relax and revive him. Still he sported the black eye, the mark Shyvonne had left him in her anger and grief and the water soothed the bruised tissue.. making it throb less.. For whatever reasons the good lord had blessed Shy with a fierce right hook.. he would pray for Mark (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah and Rhona both proceeded to take the paths that led them to the lake and as they walked along the shores, the Lady Windsor spoke on all the things that were to take place once they did make it to her Estate. There were a great many of things she'd want to change right away while others could wait. Duities and to whom they would belong to, assuming the former staff would return was also discussed. It was the sounds of water in an un natural way that would have both ladies looking out and spotting the man. While Rhona continued to watch, Jelenah turned her head and seem to blush. Was there no mercy to be had?! First, the man jested in offering himself to her bed and now... now she was having to see him half naked! "Rhona, I think perhaps we ought to go back the way from which we came." she suggested. Not wanting to disturb Kane... or was that really the reason why she wanted to turn away? (d)



*Kane MacGregor

" I see you are taking my advice" luckily the water was still up about his hips, so they had not totally seen him naked.. " And not going out alone.. but you have me at a distinct disadvantage as you are standing between me and my clothes Lady Windsor.. " his voice seemed almost cheefull, and he relized that he was indeed happy to see her.. a friendly face, and one that did not punch him for caring for her safety (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

As they were about to turn and leave, he would call out to them. Jelenah stopped dead in her tracks, like a deer in headlights, the expression only visible to Rhona who by now was grinning from ear to ear.



*Rhona Brogain*

The red head didn't say anything and was very interested in seeing how her Lady would handle this.



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah slowly turned to look to him, and was quickly reminded of his being without clothes and only water. Thank god for that! With a hand to come up and half shield her eyes from the side, she looked awkwardly at Rhona but replied to Kane. "Yes M' Lord I have. I did not wish to upset you again." she replied. "And as for your disadvantage..." she cleared her throat. "..ahem... I.. I'm not looking and promise not to look if you wish to dress." Jelenah looked to Rhona as if suggesting she do the same. "We were just about to head back to the castle anyway." she offered politely. (d)



*Kane MacGregor

He chuckled at her hands to her eyes, and he could practically hear the blush on her cheeks.. " But you are standing on my pants " he smirked a bit, pulling his hands through dark wet hair. The moon had risen now to full height, and cast a silvery glow about.. " Lady Brogain " he nodded arching a brow at the red heads brass, she was still staring at him.. (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah uncovered her eyes and glanced down. Alright, so she was standing nearly on top of them... she side stepped a few paces and looked to Rhona. "Rhona.. give the man his privacy.. yes?"



*Rhona Brogain*

The red head hadn't meant to stare, as she was finding every bit of this funny as all get out and doing a damn good job at keeping a straight face aside from the occasional wide smile. "Aye, my apologies M' Lady ... M' Lord..." she turned her back to Kane as well after having moved to stand next to Jelenah once more. (d)



*Kane MacGregor

"It would be a might helpful if you brought them closer to shore.. that way I don't have to run about.. well.. undressed near you?" He cleared his throat as he made his request. Was there a laugh in his voice? .. yes there was. Behind them the stallion whickered as if he too found this amusing.. perhaps the only one not laughing was Jelenah. (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah glanced to her side at Rhona, who was by now chuckling softly to herself. "Rhona.. please.. this is not a laughing matter!" she scolded in a hushed whisper. Without looking to Kane, she asked. "Would you prefer myself or Rhona to to get them to you?" she asked. As soon as she was done asking, she realized how silly she sounded, and wished she hadn't had ask such! [d]



*Kane MacGregor

I prefer my pants.. " He laughed outright now as she asked such a silly question. It mattered not who brought him the britches, as his nads were freezing. " ..before I grow icicles in unmentionable places, this water is very cold " (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

"Alright.. yes yes... " she said with a lift of hand and turning about before bending and picking up his pants and moving to the waters edge. As Jelenah handed the man his breeches, her free hand covered her eyes even as she closed them and turned her head in any direction but to him. "Rhona... might you locate Sir MacGregor's shirt? Please?" Yes.. get a shirt and cover up that... beautiful chest. Jelenah.. really.. what is the matter with you?! All this said to herself within her lil mind.



*Rhona Brogain*

Rhona would do just as she was asked, and like her Lady, would give the man his privacy by not watching him as she held out his shirt in the same fashion as Jelenah held out the breeches. (d)



*Kane MacGregor

He took the britches and walked behind Jelenah slipping them on, and by the time Rhona appeared with the shirt he was decent enough.. " Ok Ladies you make open your eyes now. " He chuckled, perhaps he had needed this ridiculous scene to pull him out of his doldrums.. He was shrugging into the shirt pulling it over his head when they would turn.. " May I offer you.. hospitality. " His hand waved over to the makeshift leantoo and it's fire.. " I'm afraid I have no offerings of food or wine, for I did not intend to spend the night outdoors, it was just a mood that struck me. " More like Shyvonne had struck him and put him in a mood, but none the less.. the words were accurate (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

As soon as he told them he was decent, both turned about in place. Jelenah's eyes looked to him, glanced down and away momentarily before coming back to settle on him. She still felt a bit awkward.



*Rhona Brogain*

Rhona watched her Lady in amusement before looking back to Kane. "Nay M' Lord, Ah've nae felt well n' me thinks Ah should go n' rest awhile." She then turned to Jelenah. "M' Lady... if Ah may? And Ah could come back fer ye unless... unless M' Lord offers tae see ye back tae tha castle." she looked between the pair.



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah thought to herself, God no, please don't leave me alone with this man after the thoughts I've had about him recently. And to think, its all his fault! Jelenah felt bad that Rhona didn't feel well. How could she refuse Rhona? "Go and rest Rhona... I can see to myself." she replied. Jelenah looked to Kane then and smiled. "I don't mind joining you for a short time, if you are sure I'm not keeping you from anything or anyone." (d)



*Kane MacGregor

"I will see the lady safely back, you have my word " he spoke to Rhona as she asked to leave, " I am here quite alone and with nothing but Misto for company, you are not keeping me from anything accept my own thoughts which had meandered down miserable paths until you and your lady arrived. " he nodded once again to Rhona.. " Lady Brogain I hope you feel better by morning " He offered as she lamented her feelings of illness.. (d)



*Rhona Brogain*

"Thank ye M' Lady.... and ye as well M' Lord. G'night tae ye both." said the red head as she turned to take her leave. Even though she did not feel well, she found this whole thing to be quite amusing and honestly couldn't wait to hear from Jelenah what happened after she left.



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah sighed inwardly as she watched Rhona move off. She then turned back to Kane and nodded. "Thank you M' Lord... and only if you are for certain, I would be happy to keep you company awhile." she offered as she seem to fidget in place. If and when he moved next, with the light of the moon and the nearby fire, would she see the black eye. "OH.. oh.. M' Lord... what happened to your eye?" she asked. Not even thinking of what she was doing, only reacting. She closed the distance between them and lifted a hand to cup the side of his bruised eye. She gently ushered him to lower himself a little so she could better inspect it. (d)



*Kane MacGregor

"It's nothing" he murmured watching Rhona depart in the darkness back toward the castle.. and he lowered to settle on a log near the fire so that she could inspect him.. " I over extended my position and tried to reason with a stubborn mule. This is the result.. " The mule being Shyvonne and that comment was a kindness to the way she was acting of late.. In fact there were other words to describe her, starting with infantile, bratty, spoiled pigheaded, the list went on and on. He did not wince or pull away as her fingers inspected the tender flesh that had darkened beneath his eye. His nose was sore too, thank god Shy hadn't broken it.. " It will heal, do not worry over it " His lips curved into a soft smile as she touched him.. " I am however glad you were not alone tonight and did take my advice " (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah's brow furrowed with concern that etched across her forehead and within her eyes as she looked over the tender and dark flesh. She looked him in the eyes then and shook her head. "You really should be careful with such unpredictable animals." she softly scolded, sounding more like a concerned mother than a worried Lady. Her fingers were very gentle and she was very careful not to touch the actual affliction, but around it. "I.. I wish there were something more I could do." She said sadly as her hands dropped to her side and she stood before him still. "Please have it seen about first thing in the morning?" she asked with pleading eyes. Jelenah then nodded and smiled softly. "Well, as I said... I didn't want to upset you again... or any other male that shares the same thoughts as you." she said with a chuckle. (d)



*Kane MacGregor

" A bruise Milady nothing more.. but if you insist I will abide your request and see a healer " she had abided his request not to travel about alone and he would return the respect.. The fire crackled before them just at the edge of the lean too, on the ground inside there lay a blanket that had been beneath Misto's saddle. it seemed that Kane had decided this was a good place to bed down for the night.. The saddle lay at the head of the blanket in style as many knights used a saddle for a headrest while his sword lay off to the side.. " I have nothing in way of refreshment to offer you, I hope you have eaten already " he murmured. As her hand left the side of his face, he found himself missing the touch.. " How was your day, did you find reuniting with the Queen and her family a pleasurable thing?" small talk.. trivial.. Had she heard of his cousins death.. that his family was in grief, and the other rumor that abounded? To many had seen Shyvonne strike him, no doubt it was rumored he had taken license with her that was not to be born.. castle folk were worse than country folk for spreading gossip (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

The little blonde continued to stand before him, looking down at him as he was in a sitting position. "It's alright. I'm neither hungry nor thirsty as I did have a good evening meal." she replied before half turning and taking notice of his lean to and how everything was arranged. "My day was as well as it could be expected. I was witting letters, getting things ready to return to my estate, my home. And yes, the company I had today has been pleasant." she answered. Hands came to clasp behind her as she idly took a few steps away and around the fire. Jelenah had heard of the man's passing, only by the wagging tongues of servants in the castle. Everything else was not known, not yet. "I heard about your Kin... I'm sorry to hear of his passing. Please give your family my condolences?" she asked as she slowly turned to face him with her now standing a few feet away. (d)



*Kane MacGregor

" I will relay the sympathy, My aunt and cousins grieve horribly as does his son young Robin.. his Wife Chloe is returned to Sleat to see to his rites " There was a rawness there, some emotional tie that spoke volumes of his grief and guilt as well, perhaps that was why he was on this beach in solitary company, or perhaps it was something else entirely, more likely a matter of a mule.. " It is kind of you to offer I am sure they will appreciate it Lady Windsor " always her proper name, as she had never give him the leave to be more familiar.. " It is good that you have had a pleasant day, and will return to your home.. I cannot wait until the day this place is behind our family and we too return home " he hoped with all family intact, and not missing a particular two that still stood accused of treason. (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah nodded and listened as he replied. She could hear the words dripping with sorrow. She frowned and moved back over toward him, lingering in place a moment before taking seat next to him. Her hand came to rest along his forearm. "You and your kin are most welcome and if there is anything I or Rhona could do for any of you, please, please let us know. I know how difficult it is to lose family." Indeed she did, even though it had been many years ago, Jelenah had lost all of her family in a raid. Father, mother and brother all killed right before her very eyes. She and her sister had been taken as slaves, and within days, her sister would die in her arms due to the infection and fever that consumed her after sustaining beatings and injuries left unattended properly. Jelenah was silent for a moment. "And I think you and I have come to know each other a little better now, so you can call me Jelenah if you like. No need for us to keep up formalities when it is just the two of us, hm?" she asked with a small smile. (d)


*Kane MacGregor

"Only if you return the favor and call me by my Christian name as well " he offered, looking down at her little hand on his forearm. His hand closed over it, brushing lightly then settling. " You are very kind and sweet to offer such for my family when most see them in a less than glorious light " they had been treated less than kindly in Dun Dorrach, and the Argylle here had beef with Kane as well.. He saw the look on her face as if she were missing someone who had passed on as well and his hand squeezed hers softly " When God closes one door another opens.. My cousin expects her first child soon.. it will not be a replacement for it's uncle.. but it will bring about the cycle full circle " (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

"Then I shall... Kane." she said warmly and sweetly with a small smile. The feel of his hand atop her own, had her glancing down and staring a moment before looking back up at him. "I.. I know what its like to loose family is all. Whether it was by a raid, by sickness, or by war... a life lost is a life lost. The pain is the same. Some of us deal with it better than others and some... not so much. And no matter which it is you fall under, please know I am hear in whatever way necessary. And it makes no difference how a man or a woman is viewed by others to me, for I need to have my own reason to see said person in the same way as others. Even then, I still have no right to pass judgment, only give opinions and only when asked." The gentle squeeze to her hand had her glancing down once more. "Indeed... After losing my family, that was when I found Bes-- her Majesty." she looked to him again and shrugged. "She is my family now.. her kin has become my own. So... what was taken from me, was soon given back." (d)



*Kane MacGregor

" It is a good way to look at things.. despite what people wish to hear, I believe he has a plan for us all. " When she looked down at his hand he felt she wished him to move it and he did so, pulling it back and settling it beside him.. " The fire needs wood.. stay here I will be back " he stood and moved off into the darkness and for the space of a few minutes she was left alone to contemplate him, her, the universe, whatever popped into her golden head and then he would return carrying dead limbs to feed the fire.. Loading them into the flames, he stood back flexing his hands toward the warmth.. " The nights already carry Autumn's chill.. are you warm enough?" (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah nodded silently in agreement. He pulled his hand away and she was about to protest. "I --" But even then he was already up and moving off, speaking of needing wood for the fire. Her hand had lifted as if to reach out, but was quickly withdrew and the gesture was likely missed. He told her to stay while he went to look for the wood and she nodded. As he moved off, she turned her attention and her eyes to the crackling fire, indeed, contemplating him. She looked to her hand, missing the touch already. She scolded herself silently in her mind. "Jelenah... will you quit acting like some silly school girl? You are in no position to want or need him. Besides, he probably hasn't even considered you in that way. Do yourself a favor and don't go setting yourself up for a hard fall." He returned, interrupting her thoughts with his question and she nodded. "I'm alright, thank you." she replied. (d)



*Kane MacGregor

He looked at her oddly as she had the look of a child contemplating a naughty action.. a tilt of his head as he considered what mischief she could be up to, then chuckled.. " You have the look of mischief on your face, should I look for thorns in my blanket?" he glanced at the undisturbed blanket inside the lean too and chuckled.. and as was to happen in Scotland at this time of year, a drizzle began, of cold rain. Luckily the fire was half in the lean too and would not all be extinguished.. " Inside Milady before you are soaked.. " he moved to gather a few things to pull inside with them that he had laid about, his saddle bags and it's contents, along with a cloak (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

His comment had her looking to him oddly, she was a bit taken back by it and then glanced around innocently. "Me?" she asked before giving a shake of her head. "No..." she replied awkwardly. Did he have any idea what she was thinking?! No... he couldn't have! Oh God... what... no, never mind. She told herself. The drizzle began and Jelenah's hands came up to cover her head as she moved to her feet and under the lean too with him. Great... just what she needed! To be trapped under here, by a fire, next to him. Obviously someone is in a very mischievous mood and it is not her nor Kane! She looked skyward with that thought in mind. As she settled in as best as she could, she looked to him. "Maybe it will soon stop and then I can go so you can rest without my hindering your sleep." she offered. (d)



*Kane MacGregor

It seemed God indeed was opening doors, doors filled with rainwater. The drizzle became a storm, lightening flashed across the sky and thunder rolled. It looked as if they would be together a while yet.. He looked out into the sky as she was settling and shook his head.. " It looks to be a while yet Jelenah.. '" it was the first time he spoke her name and it seemed natural and easy from his lips. " You should get settled in and comfortable.. you might be sleeping beside me if this doesn't let up " He ducked his head back down and settled beside her.. offering her the cloak.. " You will not hinder my sleep, I have not found much ease here at Ealiean Donal." (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

As if right on cue... then came the down pour, the thunder, and the lightning that flashed across the sky. Really?! You have got to be kidding me! she thought to herself. A hand came up to rub at her forehead a moment in annoyance, but was careful to not let on to it. It was when he spoke her name that had her lifting her gaze and staring at him. It had been the first time he had said her given name without the formality or title and how sweet did it sound to come from his lips? With his suggestion, she glanced around and nodded before lowering herself down into a laying position after taking the cloak. "Thank you Kane." said the lil Slavic woman as she stared up at the thatching while trying to get comfortable under his cloak. Talk about awkward! (d)



*Kane MacGregor

He had leaned back as well reclining his head resting on the saddle as he looked up at the thatched roof hoping it would not leak.. " If it would be better we could make a run for it.. you would likely be soaked through, but I don't think you would suffer to much save a chill and muddy clothes." his head turned to gaze at her, in all her uncomfortable shifting about he almost felt sorry for her.. " It is not ideal but I promise you Lady, you are quite safe and respected in my presence " did she think he would molest her in this circumstance? He surely hoped not for she had come to be something of a oddity for him. He found her company pleasurable.. and enjoyed their teasing and funny banter. He liked her.. (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah watched with her big bright blue eyes as he leaned back and made himself a little more comfortable. "No.. no... I'm alright. I just... I feel like I am inconveniencing you enough already." she replied. "I'll be alright if you will be." she added. "Oh.. no.. I'm not worried about such things. I.. well, as you know, I just don't sleep well. And when I don't sleep, I read, or roam, and since I can do neither here... I fear I may keep you awake all night with fidgeting or silly banter or worse... bore you." she said as she looked up to the roof. The thought of liking the idea of being put in this position never crossed her mind. Yeah.. right. He might think she didn't like him but on the contrary! That was just it, she did like him and a lot! (d)



*Kane MacGregor

Lightening struck the surface of the Loch putting on natures on version of a light show, thunder boomed loud enough to shake the very earth they lay on and he moved his hands behind his head watching the show. He had always enjoyed the violent fury of storms. Did she share this fascination or was she scared of bad weather? He glanced over at her with a chuckle.. " You could never be boring nor, inconvenience me.. I enjoy your company, you are one of the few here who have been kind to me and my kin.. I can think of no one better to be kept awake by.. (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

"Thank you." Came the small soft reply. The cracking of thunder and lightning was not her favorite sounds and while she had grown use to them over the years... still at times she was caught off guard by the loud sounds, making her a bit uncomfortable. She jerked and pulled his cloak up over her a little more. She looked to him and debated moving closer. No.. no.. she couldn't. The crashing sounds came again and within seconds, she was right under him. She looked up at him with an apologetic expression. She didn't mean to crowd him but.. well... maybe he would understand. Sleep might not come easily tonight, but at least she was more comfortable now than she had been to begin with. (d)



*Kane MacGregor

He tilted his head down toward her as she inched closer then moved a hand to pat his chest in offering her a place to lay her head.. When she moved into him, his other arm curled about her tenderly, pulling her close.. Would she hear the drumming of his heart as it quickened slightly? His fingers caressed softly on her shoulder, soothing her " It's only a storm Jelenah.. it will pass " His voice was soft, almost a whisper as he comforted her and pulling the cloak up to her shoulder to make sure she was warm.. He tucked it beneath her chin.. " You are safe.. you can sleep tonight, I will watch over you " (d)



*Lady Jelenah Windsor*

She lifted her eyes up to him once more after having looked out past him and to the storm. When he patted his chest, she wasn't sure if she should thank god or curse him. In any case, she moved in and laid her head on his chest, and then she felt his arm curl about her and pull her close. This was pure torture. Yet... oddly welcomed. "I.. I know. " she replied, not wanting to explain why she disliked storms. She was about as comfortable as she could get given the circumstances. The thudding beat of his heart within his chest however echoed within her ear. It was like a lullaby all on its own that would eventually have her drifting off to sleep after a long stretch of silence between them as the storm continued to rage on. (d)



to be continued...

[Lady Jelenah Windsor]

*Kane MacGregor*

The night had passed quickly in slumber for them both.. when first he started to stir, he though perhaps the men in the barracks had played a trick on him, weighting him down with a sack of grain.. dark eyes opened and his chin dropped down to gaze at his chest with a bit of surprise.. a golden head lay on his chest, her body half atop his,, one arm up and over his shoulder.. this was something new, he took long moments to think.. about the situation he found himself in as the sun begin to peek its rays over the locks misty surface.. careful not to wake her he leaned back resting his head against the saddle contemplating on what to do..Should he let her sleep awhile longer, she had commented that she lacked easy sleep, and she seemed content enough now.. but he had to go see his Aunt this morning then leave for Dun Dorroch, and what would the people of the castle say when she came in from being out all night.. should he take her straight away to the Queen and offer explanation, what if they were already looking for her, would her reputation be damaged.. he should have though of these things last night, but it had been nice to share her company and time, actual time that someone was not punching him in the nose for caring for their welfare.. he almost snorted then looked down at her peacefully sleeping face, her breath tickled over his chest, where his shirt drew open.. and she smelled sweet... his fingers reached out to draw up a strand of her honey gold hair.. touching it and finding it indeed did feel like silk... "Jelenah..." his voice was coaxing her from slumber " Jelenah... its morning... you must wake.. they will be looking for you soon.. " (d)



*Jelenah Windsor*

The start of the night had been long, but it seemed just as she fell asleep, it was already morning. Jelenah had become very comfortable within the arms of Kane. Maybe a little too comfortable, as she had somehow allowed an arm to drape up and over his shoulder while she half laid on him. This had been the first night of decent sleep she had managed to get in a long while. She was wrapped up, warm, and well both had something to do with the man at her side. At first when Kane tried to wake her, she stirred but was still asleep. It wasn't until the second nudging that she would realize someone was trying to wake her. That someone was not Rhona as the voice was much to deep. Slowly, eyes fluttered open and she squinted, gazing up at Kane, smiled and laid there a moment more. Wait... Kane? Suddenly she realized where she was, who she was with and what she was doing. Jelenah's face turned beat red as she began to slowly withdraw her arms from around him and moved to sit up. She not only felt embarrassed because of her making herself right at home with him, but now she saw what she looked like first thing in the morning which was probably a fright! She began to run her fingers through her hair and then rub at her eyes a bit before looking back to him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ... well, crowd you." she said in a hushed tone. She drew his cloak up almost as if to shield herself from more embarrassment that was sure to come her way. That action alone had her remembering it was his cloak and she lowered it before reluctantly handing it off over to him. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

"Keep it it's still chilly this morning " he spoke.. as she tried to hand him the cloak back... "wrap it about you, the fire has gone out " he righted his shirt, and leaned up, " you didn't crowd me.. I slept quite well " he chuckled and then tilted his head curiously to the side.. " Why do you blush so.. I promise I took no liberties " his brows furrowed as she went from snuggling against him to looking at him as if he were a snake about to strike her... he moved to take his boots and pull them on still sitting beside her, in the short roofed leantoo... " I have to visit my Aunt this morning before leaving to go find news of Dun Dorroch.. and I'm sure your Lady will be setting up the alarm if you are not back soon if she hasn't already " (d)



*Jelenah Windsor*

"Thank you Kane." she replied with a soft nod as she did as he instructed and wrapped it about her form. It swallowed her of course but at least she was warm. "Are you certain? I.. I feel as if I did and... to be honest... I slept well too." she glanced down smiling shyly. When he posed his next question, she looked to him confused at first and then shook her head at what he thought was the reason for her red cheeks. "Ohh.. no, no its nothing like that ... its just I.. well... " she captured her lower lip for a moment. " ..thank you for the good night sleep but I.. am a little embarrassed as to how comfortable I made myself." Now was when her cheeks felt like they were on fire. Jelenah watched as he slipped on his boots and explained what he had need to do this morning. She nodded and looked toward the castle. "I'll not keep you any longer then and.. no, Rhona wouldn't do that, not without reason. She's not one to jump to conclusions so quickly." (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He chuckled softly and leaned over toward her, one hand reaching out to touch her cheek.. " I jested before , if you had need of someone to help you sleep.. but now it is no jest.. my chest and arms are yours.. should you need them.. I found the experience most.. enchanting.." the tip of his finger dotted her nose.. " either that or we shall make you a box of sand to sleep in, like a little kitten " he patted the sand beneath the saddle blanket with a grin.. " Do not feel shamed or embarrassed , I have never had a woman sleep beside me, it was nice.. no need for you to blush " he could be so practical sometimes, but would it shock her to know she was the first woman to sleep beside him ?(d)



*Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah continued to smile in that bashful manner as he chuckled and leaned over to touch her cheek. The smile faded a little, not completely, as she regarded him and could feel her heart begin to race. She was staring at him... lost in those dark eyes of his for a moment as he offered himself to her so that she might sleep better at night. What surprised her... pleasantly was that he had liked her sleeping beside him as well. His finger dotted her nose, bringing her out of that dreamy state of mind. Her smile resurfaced with the kitten comment. Though, the next statement had her arching her brows with a bit of shock. "You've never slept with a woman before?" The moment she asked that question, she could have kicked herself as she thought on how it sounded. "I mean.. not slept with, I mean laid with.. er.. rested beside..." Tongue tied was what she had become. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

"No I haven't.. I had no reason to, as I thought I would marry a certain girl.. there was no reason before we married to be with one another " It was simple in his mind really.. one woman one man one life.. is how it should be.. all this other stuff brought on disease, war, hell and damnation.. it was better in his way of thinking.. wasn't' it? (d)



*Jelenah Windsor*

She nodded with his simple enough answer. Jelenah didn't sleep around before her husband and certainly not after. However, she had fallen asleep beside one other man much like she had last night with Kane. That had been many years ago in Orkney shortly after befriending Bess who had saved her life. His name didn't matter anymore, but he had been the first man she had grown to have feelings for. Even so, they were never intimate, and had it not been for another jealous female spreading lies, she may have married then. "I.. I can understand that and think that is very smart of you as well as very good of you." she offered with a nod and a soft smile. This had to mean he'd never been intimate with a woman either then and that thought brought about some mischievous thoughts to her usually innocent mind. She quickly pushed those thoughts aside, thinking she shouldn't think such thoughts and grew quiet a moment while trying to think of something to change the subject, or try to at least. "Everything we want to happen usually doesn't, but it doesn't mean its not good or bad that it did or did not. Just means there are other... options that have been afforded us." said the lil Slavic woman with a innocent shrug of shoulders. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

He nodded at her assessment of life in general " You shall remember what you say to me when your eyes grow sad again?" he winked at her.. then leaned back from where he had been so close to her... " I am glad you think I am good, there are few who do, and more who would say you a fool for such, do not run around saying such or it will ruin my reputation.. " he chuckled then stood " I'll go get Misto and saddle him, give you a ride back " and he was gone, minutes passed before he was back, gathering blanket and saddle.. to ready the horse... practical as always... (d)



*Jelenah Windsor*

She smirked softly and nodded. "I will certainly try." she replied only for her to smile fully at catching his wink to her. "I don't understand why people would think you anything but. You are a good man... there are many things that suggest this if people would simply stand or sit back and observe for themselves rather than jump to conclusions or go by what another has told them." she looked serious then, not liking the idea that people would say horrible things about Kane. It irked her a great deal. However at his jest of reputation,she chuckled softly and nodded as she watched him stand. "I will do my best." she then nodded as he said he was off to get his horse as to give her a ride back to the castle. While he did that, she tried to make herself a bit more presentable by running fingers through hair and pinching her cheeks to add color to them other than by blushing. She slipped on her shoes just as he returned. (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

" Why do you pinch your cheeks? Are they numb ?" it was the only reason he could think of to do such. Was she that cold? He offered his hand to her to help her stand, bending down to keep from hitting his head upon the top of the leantoo... Once she had stood he retrieved the saddle and blanket and moved back to Misto... rubbing the horse down with a hank of grass before he shook out the blanket and tossed it and the saddle over his back and tightened the girth... " Front or back " he turned to her with a boyish grin (d)



*Jelenah Windsor*

She had thought he was still busy while she tried to better her appearance, but he caught her in the act. Jelenah flinched at the sound of his voice and shrugged. "Um.. to... better improve my appearance?" She felt like a fool now. His offered hand was taken and she moved to stand with a slight bend in her back and knees before straightening herself once out from under the make shift shelter. Jelenah moved off a few paces as he gather his things and then saddled his horse. At his question, she looked to him and thought a moment. "Front?" (d)



*Kane MacGregor*

" Why would you better your appearance your quite pretty" he looked at her oddly as if she were crazy.. weren't they all.. and when she decided upon the front, he nodded, bending down, to cup his hands for her foot and give her a boost up, once she was settled his mounted behind her, taking the reigns and circling her waist with his free arm to keep her steady... the ride was slow, taking his time, he was reluctant to end his time with her, yet the day must be started... " I should be back in a few days.. time.. I hope to see you then " that was as close to asking for another time to spend with her as he could do.. he wasn't a suave courtly guy.. just a solider, a farmer.. and a chest to sleep on (d)



*Jelenah Windsor*

"I... I don't know. I just.. thought maybe it was needed." she replied. " And... thank you, you are much to kind to me." Maybe she thought Balian had left her because her appearance then had lost is luster? Anytime a man left a woman, the woman was sure to have some insecurities about herself. With Kane's help, she was soon sitting atop the steed and was settling her weight when he mounted the horse in behind her. Dear god... to be this close, in this fashion was like.. well... never mind. The feel of his arm around her tiny waist wasn't helping matters either! Jelenah liked the idea of the ride being slow, like Kane, she wished the day could be spent doing this very thing and maybe many others. He shared with her that he would be back in a few days time and she frowned at the idea of not being able to see him for that amount of time. When he said he hoped to see her then, she looked up at him from over her shoulder and stared a moment, realizing how close their faces were now. "Uh.. yes.. yes, I'd like that very much." He smelled good... felt good... Yep.. she needed to get back to the castle soon. Jelenah came to her senses and smiled softly to him. (d)



*Kane Mac Gregor*

"Your doing that thing with your face again " he grinned down at her the horse coming to a stop as the castle came into view.. " it's odd it's like.. your daydreaming and your lips purse.. I cannot think of what it reminds me, other than when a child is thinking of getting a sweet treat " his brow lifted they were almost nose to nose, his hawkish countence near her elfin visage.. barely a breath away.. (d)



*Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah blinked. "I am? What thing?" she asked with a furrow of her brow. "My lips purse?" she asked as a hand lifted to gently touch her lips. Her hand fell away and she stared up at him again. Her eyes fell from his gaze to his nose and then to his lips where they lingered a moment before she looked up to him once more. The exhales of breath tickled... it was all she could seem to think of at the moment. Was she leaning in or was he? (d)


*Kane MacGregor*

"Yes they do " fingers lifted to trace her lips.. " See.. they are doing it again " now his voice lowered, and his head dropped a bit more.. toward hers... " May I kiss you ?" (d)



*Jelenah Windsor*

Jelenah heard the words but soon her heart was thudding so loudly the words were lost. She watched as his head dropped a bit more and he asked permission to kiss her. The only thing she was able to manage was a soft nod of her head and a barely audible sound of a yes. Her eyes looked between each of his before they lowered to his mouth as he neared even more. Knots in her stomach had began to form. God, how long had it been since she had felt like this? To long obviously. And how nice did it feel to be looked upon like this? to be asked to be kissed? It was the nicest thing that had happened to her in a very long while. Wasn't it about time? (d)



*Kane MaGregor*

When she nodded yes, he leaned forward brushing his lips against hers softly, it was not a wanting kiss, nor a passionate one, but one that tasted for the first time.. light and tender, not leaving her lips bruised or used.. it was fleeting... before he pulled back.. and smiled at the reaction he received, returning once again this time, the kiss lingered...lips searching hers and pulling her bottom one against his, his hand lifting to draw down her cheekbone softly... " You taste of honey " he murmured before leaning back and gazing down at her, now his gaze had changed from the playful guardian, to what.. passionate suitor.. (d)



*Jelenah Windsor*

He leaned forward and down, fingers were soon replaced with his lips and even as innocent an act as it were, to her, it was one of the sweetest kisses she had ever had. It was light, tender... it told her a lot about him in that instant. Her eyes had closed momentarily and when he pulled back she opened her eyes again. She smiled, thinking that was the end of it. However, he leaned in yet again but this one he lingered with and drawing in her lower lip while his hand brushed her cheek. It was breathtaking...The murmured words would have her open her eyes again and stare while her tongue slipped out to capture his own lingering taste upon her lips. There was that look in his eyes... and Jelenah knew she was in for it now. (d)



to be continued...

[Shyvonne MacGregor]

This play takes place after everyone gets to ED.

Shyvonne: As if the clan of MacGregor had not been taxed enough, their whole world had been rocked and swept up into a whirlwind that only seemed to toss them around like rag dogs but now the world seemed to have gone cokeeyed. What was up now seemed down and what was down....well the idea was clear. So far, no one seemed to have noticed Shyvonne married in secret, being found with Mark amongst the squabble didn't seem unlikely or rather, no one seemed to care, which was a good then but now they were in Eliean Donnal and Shyvonne for once did not demand to know why though the confusion was plain on her face, she kept strangely quiet. This was largely due to the fact she didn't want questions asked of her about that night now a few days behind them were still a whirlwind of confusion in her head. The who and why were still a large mystery and more then every, she wanted to be back at the Academy in her own little world and feeling guilty for it. At least her family was together, well some of them, Searc was still missing but in these days she stayed close to her mother and sister, even moreso keeping Robin close knowing she would receive a lecture from Chloe about leaving Robin alone sooner or later, yet it wasn't completely fair, how could she know a revolt would happen that night? There had been no warning, no signs. She could not keep Robin attached to her hip and she would not, so when he asked to play in the halls, she agreed to let him. ED, as it had fast become in her head, was a safe place to be for them as Struan had never been.

Lonez: Lonez and Rosie had arrived saftly at Eliean Donnal, along with their charges of Emily, Iains young daughter of two years, Thaddus and Auggie Robertsons, the sons of Theo Robertsons, it seemed as if all three had been left behind when Alexander, Kelliana and Theo had made their escape from Dun Dorroch to the Highland tables, hideaway where they now cowered like sheep, while the wolves circled every closer.. Little Emily was asleep in Lonez's arms when they arrived, Lonez asked the servants on the whereabouts of the Queen onlynto be told she was, in session with the Great Lords of the Land.. and it would be some time.. The cook then decided to wait, but her wayward daughter, young Rosie would have none of it, dashing up the stairs in serch of her friend and confidant Robin.. Lonez followed her daughter headstrong little redhead that she was, the two boys in tow, the sleeping toddler in her arms, her tiny head full of light brown curls pressed into the cooks shoulder.. " Rosie come back.. we have to wait to speak to the Queen .. Lady Chloe said we have to see the Queen First... Rosie " she rushed after the girl, but Rosie always was a quick one, and sure enough she came round a corner and squealed in delight finding Robin playing in the hallway " MYYYYYY ROBIN " she practically pounced him hugging the stuffing out of him.

Shyvonne: Shyvonne had left the door open to keep an eye on Robin as he played in the halls. The sitting room their family occupied during the day was large enough that the three women could have room and Shyvonne sat on the window seat cati-cornerened to the door so she could keep on eye on Robin. As rosie flew past, she angled forward on her seat, settling her needlework on her lap as she smiled at the red haired little girl who flew past followed by her mother. "Lonez, your not going to chase her down with a toddler in your arms." Shyvonne mused and then picked up her needlework again pushing the needle through the thick fabric. "Come in, you are free to sit with us"

Robin: Robin eyes went as wide as saucers as Rosie came bounding towards him and he hardly had time to put a hand to his mouth before the little girl was throwing her arms around him. "Aw jeez Rosie" He groaned but cupped his arms around the little girls waist to return her energetic hug. "We were playin' hide and seek, some on, you can seek with me." An he took her hand and pulled her with him then suddenly stopped as his Aunt voice floated up and his eyes turned to Lonez, Rosie mother. "May Rosie play with me?" Aunt Shyvonne would bust his behind if he forgot to ask!

Lonez: Lonez appeared to be struck dumb and deaf, she paled seeing Shyvonne and Lindall sitting together, looking as if she had been caught poaching on the Kings land red handed, " I I ... I have to go downstairs and wait to speak with The Queen.. " it might be then that Shy noticed the child she carried was indeed Iain Robertsons, and the boys who stood in the hall, looking about uncomfortably were indeed the Robertson boys Auggie and Thad.. " Tis orders mum "she bobbed a curtsey, and then looked to young Robin.. " She can play but iffn she be any trouble you send her straight away down the stairs.. that is where I'll be "

Lindall:Lindall had looked up from the book she was reading, the hair rasing on the back of her neck.. " Isn't that Lord Iains child..?" she motioned her chin toward the sleeping toddler.. as she pressed upward, in awarkard pregnant movements , until she finally stood upright... " Orders from who?" she knew last time she had seen her brother and Chloe it had been in the company of Iain Roberston.. and now for two days they had no news of anything at Dun Darroch.. " Did you just arrive from Dun Dorroch.. do you have news?" furtive eyes glanced toward the door that sheltered the bedroom their mother napped in.. Ivella seemed to have lost her spark for life since coming to this god forsaken province.. Straun to the Family McGregor was akin to the ninth level of hell.

Shyvonne: Shyvonne mouth turned up into a grin as she heard Robin ask for permission. He was such a good boy, Slowly her eyes shifted to Lindall and she set her work aside to help Lindall out of her chair before turning her eyes back to the cook and finally noticing the children she had with her was indeed the Robertson daughter and Ted's boys, Auggie and Thad. Her mouth curved into a frown as her eyes rose to Lonez face again. "Did Iain, Chloe and Searc come with you?' She asked moss green eyes traveling past the woman and then back to the woman's face.

Robin: Robin again tugged on Rosie and then stopped hearing the worry in both aunt's voices. Something was very wrong and it did not take a five year old to realize that. His hand squeezed Rosie's as he looked up at the little girls mother, all thoughts of hide and seek where now gone.

Lonez:" I I can't say mum.. I was told to the Queen first, so she could relay " the womans face blushed feiercly red, " but she's in session " she shifted back and forth between her feet, even as her mind worked over shifting back and forth between telling them the truth, and doing what Lady Chloe asked her too... " Lady Chloe made me promise to speak to the Queen "tears of indecision formed in the cooks face, for she knew these good people did not deserve such.. they had been good to her Rosie, right proper, and always these Two Ladies did help with whatever needed doing, from kneading bread dough to watching children, why in her book, the Ladies McGregor was as fine as the Queen herself..

Shyvonne: Her hand found Lindall's and she too like her nephew with Rosie, squeezed it tightly. All ready there was a knot forming in her stomach and just the look on the woman's face said this was nothing pleasant. She did not want to force information out of the woman but it seemed as if Lonez struggled with in the indecision to do as she was told or tell them. "Lonez, we have heard nothing of our brother or sister in law for days. Please, if you know something, I implore you, please tell us. There is no telling how long the Queen will be in session. Would you torture us so if you were in our shoes? I can see in your face something is wrong."

Lindall: Lindall moved toward Lonez taking the little girl from her as Shyvonne pleaded for the truth, the child was settled on a sofa, murmured once and her thumb went into her mouth, then she fell back into slumber, Lindall couldn't help but notice the smell of ash and fire that still clung to the little ones hair and clothes.. Her eyes went to Robin and the other three children in the Hallway... the boys looked as if they carried a deep hurt, sadness and bewild dement sat in their eyes.. her stomach turned.. what more could befall them.. hadn't they been through enough..? Come Children... inside.. there are cookies on the table just here.. come enjoy them " she ushed the four to the table while ushering out both Shyvonne and Lonez into the hallway.. " Please.. we need to know.. That childs father and mother have been missing, and in the bedroom sleeps his grandmother who has been worried sick.. you must tell us.. I will take full blame for you not getting to the Queen first.. " a hand went to Lonez's arm and gently squeezed her.. " no harm will come to you or Rosie you have my word.. "

Lonez:Lonez looked like a person caught between a dragons mouth, and his paw.. which way to die .. such a hard choice.. a gulp and a hard swallow, and tears begin to course down her cheeks, as she stammered.. " The Lady Chloe.. she told me see the Queen, cause I not be knowing the right words.. to tell you ... the Lord McGregor.. he's dead.. " plain was best, there was no passed away, no lost to us, no gone onto his better reward.. just the words.. he's dead.. final and tragic..

Shyvonne: Robin had left go of Rosie hand and moved to join his Aunt's, hand hands balled into Shyvonne dress and she stroked a hand through his hair as Lindall brought the kids inside and bid them cookies. Her hand soothed at Robin back at the pure concern on his face and she offered him the best encouraging smile she could muster. "Go have cookies with the boys, just this once you can ruin your dinner hmm" She hummed with a wider smile as her hand left the little boys back in pushing him towards the table and then she moved to join Lindall and Lonez in the hall, pulling the door closed behind her to save the children their conversation. Her arm went around Lonez in a comforting hug as the woman began to cry. "Hush now dearest, we promise you will not be punished, we take the blame, we will.." She released Lonez and stared at the woman as she stammered and then out came the truth, completely blunt. Shyvonne mouth opened and then closed. The words would not sink in, they were there hanging in the air, weightless. Suddenly she snorted and laughed, shaking her head. "Searc can't be dead." The laughter died on her face as quickly as it came. "Your serious?"

Lindall: Lindall however was silent, and while Shy's head wrapped about the truth, Lindall's stomach felt as if it would turn over upon it 'self and up heave it's contents, her hand went to her mouth, and she backed away from Lonez leaning her back against the wall as if she might slide down it.. "I cannot believe it.. " she murmured in shock.. and for a long moment she just stood silent, the very thing that anchored their lives.. their chieftain, their brother, for good or worse was gone.. dead.. her eyes closed then opened as she breathed deep breaths thinking of the little boy inside " Chloe..?"

Lonez:"Yes I'm serious.. saw it with me own eyes, as did the King and his men.. " she shrugged her shoulders softly " I'm so sorry .. I didn't want to be the one to tell you.. an d that wee boy.. his father gone.. " now tears renewed their course down her cheek..when Lindall asked of Chloe.. she nodded her head up and down" The King gave her leave to take him back to Sleat, for his rites.. The Lord Iain stayed with the King to fight the rebellion.. " that was the basic of the news that Lonez knew.. " Lady Chloe bade me take care of these children, and deliver them into you and the Lady Shyvonne's care, with saying that Emily should not be given over to her Mother or Grandfather no matter what.. " she rambled trying to remember all the things that Chloe had bid her do, for at the time Lonez was still in shock at finding Chloe and Iain had Rosie safe with them.. " The poor children were left alone there in that hell.. while their parents done run off " she shook her head in a way, that said she detested what Kelliana and Theodore Robertson had done to the trio of children.

Shyvonne: Fingers pressed against her lower lip, trembling as the weightless words seemed to grow heavy and crashed down around her senses. There would be no more fights with Searc, no more rough rolls of his voice that made it seem like he was always angry, even when he was not. There would be no more rare moments where she made him laugh and he showed the whites of his teeth in a laugh before acting stern that she had gotten such a rise out of him. Her brother had not been a bad man despite what had happened, he had merely grown up differently, with different ideals then the ones being taught today. He had grown up knowing a life different then her own and that was the cause of all many of their fights, not because she was a 'silly little girl' but their differences always had them at arms length. Never in her life did she want her brother to come strolling down the hall now and wrap her up in his arms. Moss green eye brimming with tears rose to search out the hall as if that wish could come true but not even ghosts lingered in these unfamiliar halls. Letting out a shuttering sigh, her eyes turned to the door where beyond the children enjoyed cookies and beyond that her mother slept, sick with worry. Oh this would break their mothers all ready weak heart. Her fingers pressed tighter to her lips as if sealing in the truth, daring not to speak it from her own mouth as her eyes swung to Lonez again as she spoke about Chloe orders to deliver the children to them. "We are in your debt madam, for delivering them so safely to us. We cannot thank you enough for this, nor revealing the news to us. I must beg your silence forthwith, deliver this news to no one else but the Queen as you have been ordered to do. You may leave Rosie in our care if you wish, while you wait to speak with the Queen." She did not cry, the tears bid themselves back, it was not that her heart was not breaking, she loved her brother despite their differences, her heart was in tatters but she had to be strong for the rest of her family. This she kept repeating to herself in her mind as her throat squeezed painfully with the effort to hold back the flow of tears.

Lonez: "thank you Milady " she spoke to Shyvonne as she was gracious in thanking her for delivering the terrible news, as well as the trio of children , her eyes lifted to Lindall, sympathy and pity there, for she knew by rumor that the Lady Lindall had just been contracted into marriage with the McDoanld and it was her brothers doings, rumors ran rampant in the castle.. Dun Dorroch as they did here.. " I will tell no one but the Queen you have my word.. " she nodded , " If Rosie could stay it would be best for her, as long times waiting is not what she's good at. " indeed the little girl was even more exhuberant that Robin, a handful, and somehting of what Shyvonne must have been like at that age.. a compleat ball of energy. She stepped foreward and Hugged Shyvonne, then Lindall " God bless you both and your mother.. " she knew the elder Lady McGregor would be heartbroken, her only son now for the worms.. "As soon as I see the Queen I'll come back.. fer Rosie " she nodded still wiping at tears, and dissipeared down the hallway to see the Queen..

Lindall:"How do we tell them " she murmured, to Shyvonne as they watched Lonez retreat.. Robin.. and mother?" everyone now suspected, Robins parentage, and Shyvonne knew for sure, but it would not make it easier for the by to find out the only father he had known was dead, nor would Ivella have a easy time in grief.. Lindall worried most over Ivella, she knew children bounced back with time, there were sometimes almost unbreakable.. but the old were sometimes fragile never to be mended.. Lindall herself wanted nothing more to do than run to the room she shared with her husband, and crawl into bed and hide from the world.. it was too much.. first Jonus, now Searc.. how much could her family take, even now the sentencing of the four still hung in precarious balance over their heads.. more doom.. she sighed, closing her eyes.. and taking deep breaths.. her hands laying on her belly.. " I truly hate this place " now tears coursed down her cheeks, she had never been her brothers favorite, if indeed he had a favorite it was Shyvonne, only she could make him laugh, and enjoy life.. it seemed, Lindall had mostly avoided him, staying closer to her mother, and he in turn had never paid that much attention to her, until the question of her marrying and how much power and money it would bring him.. even here in this god forsaken place, he had used her to his own ends, even though she had found in her husband a good companion who was tender and kind behind the wall of defense he built about himself, it would not have mattered had Dublain been the devil he was proported to be.. Searc's will would have been done.. So why should her heart break.. after a lifetime of obscurity in his eyes.. it was love of family , love of blood love of clan and the ties that bind.. a shared history and life.. he was her brother, and now there was an empty gaping hole where he would forever be missed.. in their family.. " I wish Chloe was here .. she would be better with Robin.. and Mother will want answers that we do not have..." her hands went to her face and she pushed back her hair.. looking to Shyvonne for help in deciding the how and when of telling them.

Shyvonne: Shyvonne had no way of knowing who had killed her brother but the first thought that came to mind was the masked revolters who had sent many of them scrambling for safety having to fight their way out. Her brother had been weakened by his injuries, she could not see him NOT fighting his way out. She stared at the wall as Lonez retreated, barely feeling it when the woman had hugged her. Moss green eyes finally moved to look at Lindall as she asked how to tell their Mother and Robin. She gave such a small shake of her head it was barely noticeable as she went back to staring at the wall. Come down the hall Searc, she begged in her mind. Make this another horrible nightmare of mine...something I can change. As Lindall began to cry, her arm drew her sister in as tightly as she go with her pregnant belly. For once it seemed the little sister became the big sister as she kissed Lindall temple and stroked her fingers comfortingly through her sister copper red hair. "We cannot keep it from them. It would be as cruel as if Lonez hadn't told us. Besides, we know not how long it will take Chloe to get back and mother makes herself sicker with worry hour by hour." She kissed Lindall head again and rubbed at her sisters back. "Dry your eyes, don't let the children see your tears else it might alarm them. We'll tell mother first, let Robin have as much fun as he can before we tell him..." She took her sisters hand and squeezed it as she moved back to the door and pushed it open. She offered the children a smile as they looked up with guilt plain on their face, the tray of cookies was reduced to a few crumbles. "My oh my, I guess you guys don't want dinner then." For being a horrible actress, Shyvonne mocked a sigh quite perfectly along with the facade nothing was wrong. The children gave a cry and Shyvonne let out a burst of a laugh. "I am teasing, but I tell you what, Leigha should be coming with dinner soon. You may use whatever items in the room you like to make a fort hmm?" The children's eyes lit up and in the blink of an eye, they were a flurry of little bodies throwing themselves about the room. "Not to loudly" Shyvonne warned as she tugged her sister along to her mothers bedroom door and knocked then pulled her sister inside and closed the door behind them. Here she let go of Lindall hand and shifting her skirts around, crawled onto the bed beside her mother and lay her head upon her shoulder as she used to do when she was a little girl and pitifully and spoiledly wanting attention.

Lindall: Lindall aproched the other side of the bed, and settled on it.. watching Shy curl into their mothers form wrapping around her like a little doll.. Lindalls hand reached out to stroke the older womans cheek.. " Ma ma... Ma ma .. ?"her voice was soft and tender as she coaxed her from sleep..

Ivella:"Aye Linny,, can't you let an old woman rest.. what is it.. has your water broke , is that babe coming early ?" she questioned in her way of both caring and grumping as was her right in her old years, it was then she would feel the press of her youngest at her back, her head on her shoulder.. " What both my girls.. what's wrong " it was if she knew just by their breathing, and the quietness of the youngest that something horrible had happened, and the redness of Lindall's eyes confirmed it.. " What news?" it was as if her heart had a death pall over it the past few days, it knew something that she had not conceived of. the beating muscle seemed to slow and constrict.. as she lifted from her reline to settled between them.. "Tell me girls.. and be frank.. I'll not wither and die for bad news.. " she commanded.. she was a tough old bird who'd survived a many of hurt.. to this she would add to her collection..

Shyvonne: "Oy Mama, your grumpy, should I get Giaus in here to cheer you up" Shyvonne teased at her mothers shoulder as her hand snaked around her mothers waist to hug her waist with her attempt at a tease before their mother was catching on and rolling to sit up. Shyvonne let go of her mother to allow her to roll and sit up as she pleased and Shyvonne herself shifted into a sitting position upon the bed. Moss green eyes moved to find her sister and then moved back to their mother "Mama, we don't have all the details but we have no reason to believe otherwise..." Where Lonez had been frank with them, she was trying to find a way to tell their mother gently. Taking her mothers withered and wrinkled hand into her own, she covered it with her other, sandwiching it between her hands. "Searc was killed Mama; Chloe, Iain, the King and his men saw it and the King gave Chloe leave to take Searc home to be buried."*

Ivella: She searched both their eyes and found the truth there, this was no childhood prank, nor tease, she felt her heart stop, then return to it's steady thudding, as the matter settled upon her.. ancient lined face seemed to crumple, as withered hands lifted to cover it.. " nooooo noooooo " the wound was deep, the sobs plaintive.. " not your brother.. not my son " for as much as she loved her daughters she had doted on Searc, helped him rise to settle into his fathers place and become chieftain.. daughters would move away and marry have families of their own, but sons were their mothers joys.. and heart... " how.. how did it happen.." she questioned as her hands left her face to lay over the now broken heart.. " who did this to my boy ?" there was a edge of harshness in her voice, grief and shock combined with the need for revenge so strong in their blood... for long moments afterward.. she would sit silent.. rocking back and forth , while her daughters told her the jist of what they knew.

Shyvonne: Her arm snaked around her mother as she crumbled into body rocking sobs. still Shyvonne could not bring herself to cry though her throat squeezed painfully with the news still fresh and now the rocking sobs of her mother. Her head came to rest on her mothers head as she rocked and sobbed asking of them answers they didn't rightly have. It wasn't until she had calmed down some that her and Lindall were able to tell her some of what they knew. There was one thing she and her mother shared and that was the want of revenge. Shyvonne could see it as clearly as she her mothers face, of grabbing a sword and riding out to find those masked invaders and exacting her own revenge on them.

[Shyvonne MacGregor]

Takes place before Kane is by the lake with Jelenah.

Shyvonne: Night seemed to last an eternity. According to Greek and Roman mythology, this was Hades, this war...this clan war. The boatman according to their legends, was making a fortune from the dead that flooded its gates. Hours ticked by as slowly as minutes and the wailing of an old woman for her dead son was the cry of a thousand tortured souls. All her daughter could do to comfort her, was hold her, such a pale and pathetic gesture. A mother had lost a son, sisters had lost their brother and a little boy had lost a father though much distained from him, still the father he had known his whole life. The room was quiet now, the candle nearly spent as Ivella had cried herself to sleep and Lindall with her. Shyvonne could not sleep, memories played through her mind of younger days when she got along with Searc more then she had the last couple years in her adulthood. She moved slowly to not wake the women, went and put the children into her bed, she would not sleep tonight and alone she went out of the castle nto even mindful of those she passed. Eilean Donan, a castle on such a small island, surrounded by water on all sides, a small stone bridge connecting it to land was such an alien place to be. No one generally paid the lady any mind at all as she moved around the corner and down the embankment till she reached the waters edge. Terrified, her body cringed to be so closed to something she feared, her incurable fear of drowning, was merely a twinge in her mind to how numb she felt sliding to sit against the solid earth. The moon was round, fat with life and reflected light enough to see across the still glass like water. Slowly she brought her knees up towards her chest, lay her arms across her knees and leaned down to rest her chin against her arm. Look Shy, the beginning of a new day, the horizon goes on forever, God paints the sky brilliant colors for a new day, just as he seems to repaint the lands. This is our legacy, our land, our clan is our blood.[/color Searc had a lyrically way about him when they were younger and the memory as watching the dawn with him when she was little and he a young man floated back amongst the many memories. What they had lost, would never return. The land would not heal, to much blood. All they could do was learn from the past and make peace with it but she wasn't ready to make peace with it, not yet. She should of been there, she should not of left her mother and sister drag her into the carriage like a coward. She should of gone back inside like some of the others had to fight the invaders off. She should of seen this coming but she hadn't and she hated her gift in this moment for failing her.

Kane:The sounds of hooves over the bridge, in a steady clip clop, would be her first warning she was not alone, then they came to an abrupt stop.. followed by a whicker, and then boot falls that increased in sound as he neared her... he said nothing as he came to crouch beside her.. looking out over the water, silent as she was, he too felt guilt in Searc's death, he was off looking for the barrister when the revolt happened, and hadn't been their to protect his Chieftain, but then again he was on a mission to Save Chloe and Marks neck.. dammed if you do, dammed if you don't, there was no answer save to say.. God had a plan.. for long minutes he just sat in silence, looking past her.. not knowing what to say.. until finally he broke the silence.. " I wanted to see if you were all right, I know.. how close you were " he stopped, finding his words ill suited the sentiment, for all he knew he had lost her, the sadness on her face and about her struck at his heart..

Shyvonne: Shyvonne knew who it was that was coming even before the moon cast a glow over Kane revealing exactly who. She didn't break her eyes away from the reflection of the moon on the water and was thankful he said nothing for several seconds though she silently pledged to God she would strangle him here and now if he beraided her for being out here without a guard. She hummed in a small laugh when he finally spoke. What about any of this would make him think she was all right? "No..no I am not all right. We were close when I was younger, before I had a mind to defy him...when I was to cute to be angry at." She smiled, albeit sadly and turned her head to press her forehead against her arm, no she was not hiding tears from him. Alone she might of shed tears, if there was no threat of someone walking in on her. She didn't cry in front of others if she could help it. No, she turned her head thinking of when she was younger, a snow white like child and when Searc was in better moods and used to make her dance with him in spur of the moments when he would order the court musicians to play music. The memories were flooding now taking over her thoughts of revenge and yet making them even more pungent then before. The way he used to lift her little body into the air to make her laugh as they danced was the strongest right now. "If you say this is Gods will, I will strangle you, I swear to God I will" She warned muffled by her face buried between her arm and leg.

Kane:" I know you are not all right, I came ... " he let the words drop as she seemed content to take her misery out on him.. his jaw worked tensely as he sat down beside her, picking up pebbles and casting them out into the water.. there was little to say, and even little left to comfort her with, now that she had taken God's Will off the table.. " How is your mother, Lindall and Robin taking this.. I worry for Ivella, she is like a mother to me.. but she is not receiving visitors.. " he felt as if he had been pushed from the family, always and outsider looking in no matter how hard he tried, and Searc had been a main reason of that, though lately Searc had seen potential in him, an had granted him favor of being his second, and high counsel.. he had finally showed his worth to his cousin and chieftain, and yet now it seemed trivial, that all he had done, for both Shyvonne's grace and Searc's was wasted in marriage and death, even so.. he was still here.. loyal to his family and Shyvonne, even if she castigated and baited him.

Shyvonne: "She is grieving but she is strong enough to live through this. It is a crime for parents to outlive their children though." She spoke muffled still until she turned her head to look at him, those moss green eyes seemed to pierce through the night itself. "She was worried sick, now her worst fears have come true. She will see no one, but I think she would be glad to see you. Lindall is taking it hard, harder then I would of expected, she was never anything but a pawn to him and she knows it, but she is graceful enough to not let it bother her. Searc saw fortune in her marriage to Dublain, he did not account for affection, so perhaps she is thankful to him for it all. I do not know. I feel like the older sister now for all the strength I must give them and not break down with them." She sighed lifting her head, her elbow posed against her knee now supported the weight of her chin resting in her upturned palm. "Robin doesn't know yet, Lonez brought Teddy's boys and Iain's little girl to us and he was playing with them, I could not ruin it for him. I just put them all down in my bed for the night. I will not be able to sleep." With her chin still in her palm, the fingers of her hand ran a small path against her lips as she turned her attention back to the reflection of the moon on the water. "Has anyone found out who the invaders where?" Oh she was fishing for information for a reason, not wholly making small talk. She wanted answers.

Kane:" Lindall has had much to deal with in the past few months, first the war, Jonus death.. and now this marriage, and impending trail, no to mention carrying her first child, I am surprised she is not blubbering in a corner somewhere counting the cracks in the wall " truly people discounted Lindall's strength, even Kane was guilty of that.. " I'm not sure she's ever really grieved for Jonus.. and now this " he shook his head, he had always adored Linny, she was constant and warm.. " your mother, she is like a stone, you may wear away at her but she remains..strong, I will see her in the morning" another few pebbles skipped along the surface of the lake " Have you had news of Mark and Lord Iain ?" it was something that lay between them, he knew of their marriage, in secret, and knew she was the wife of his best friend, yet years of loving her did not disappear in a few weeks time.. he still cared for both her and Mark..

Shyvonne: "Linny puts the clan first, she always has, nothing will change that. We give her to little credit and discount how strong she really is. Look what she has done.." Shyvonne shook her head and sighed. Lindall and she were the opposite sides of the same coin. "She will not remain strong for long Kane, she is old and she knows it. I only pray God does not toy with us much longer or her years remaining will shorten. I shall tell her, she will be glad of it I am sure" He hadn't answered her question and she scowled for a moment before the mention of Mark brought the ring from its hiding place on a chain sown into her clothing, it was to risky wearing a chain around her neck to leave people to wonder what was at the end. With her free hand she thumbed the ring as she shook her head. "No, no news." She sighed and placed the ring back into its hiding place. She had forgotten he knew of her marriage to Mark. "You haven't answered my question. Is there any idea who attacked? Mother keeps asking why, who...Linny and I could not answer that. I need to know myself, I have to know." She turned her gaze back to him again.

Kane:"Some say it was Argylls' that were revolting against the Robertsons, some say it was a setup by Alexander Robertson to get rid of Iain and Chloe.. Alexander and Kellianna are missing it seems along with Theodore " he shrugged.. " I was thinking of heading to Dun Dorroch to see what I could find out, to Bring news back.. and to find your husband.. " another toss of a pebbled that did not skip but made a thunking plunk in the deep water.. He wouldn't say it aloud to her , for she would find it crass and tasteless.. but now with Serac gone there was little reason to hide that ring..

Shyvonne: "Hmm" She mused to who it might of been. No one knew and it seemed funny in some way, that they could attack the clans and royalty for there they were heading a trial, it was the perfect opportunity...yet when would those who revolted get their come ups? It was funny and cruel, God worked in mysterious ways all right, cruel ways. God was a kid with a magnifying glass torturing ants, and they were the ants. "Chloe is at Dun Dorroch burying Searc, it would take to long for us to get there to witness searc burial. We do not get the chance to say Good Bye." She pressed her mouth against her arm letting several moments of silence linger before lifting her head again. "I heard you found a Barrister with information to save our family. Thank you. For everything you have done Kane. Everyone in this family gives little credit where it is due. I think it something the world is guilty of and not just our family. You've done so much for our family, you've done what I could not." Again her chin went to her arm. "You care about them more then I do" All she wanted to do was get back to Oisles, that was her eternal goal, so of course it meant she cared less about her family and more about the Academy, didn't it? She was selfish that way and she knew it. She shook her head, more to her own thoughts then anything less. "The things I was thinking....when now I realize more then ever that Searc was not a bad nor evil man. He just lived in a time that is vastly dying. But I cannot fathom our clan without him."

Kane:" He was the backbone of the Clan, now we shall have to see who takes up his mantle, and where we go now" he shook his head as she thanked him and spoke of him caring more than she did.. " Shyvonne.... " his voice dropped lower, softer as if crooning to a child.. " I know you, I've known you since childhood, you love your family, if you didn't, you wouldn't be here, hiding your tears, and trying to care for your mother and sister so.." he wanted to reach out and touch her, to hold her, and comfort her, yet it was not his place, so he laced his hands over his knees.. " I did what I did not only for the clan and family but for you.. if it shows Mark innocent it is good for you.. and will make you happy" he didn't add that was all he wanted in life was her happiness.. " Hopefully now the charges will be pardons and you and Mark can go on with your lives, return to the Academy, and begin teaching the next generation how to continue without making the mistakes of this one "

Shyvonne: "Nothing will ever be the same Kane, we cannot go back and we cannot regain what we have lost." She sighed and pressed her forehead against her arm again. It seemed funny him saying he knew how she was here for her family and she actually let out a laugh, if only he could read her mind, which he had never been able to do. "Thank you, for wishing for my happiness so. Yet I worry about yours. Every step you take for my happiness, takes yours away. I am sorry. I am not blind Kane, perhaps for a while I was about your feelings, but now that I know them, I know what my actions do, every step you take for my happiness angles a new unhappiness for you and there is nothing I can do to change that. I pray happiness for you Kane, every night, I pray that you find your own happiness and worry less for my own." Her head lifted and she reached out to grip his arm and give it a comforting squeeze. "I say this, with all the love in my heart, find happiness Kane, find love. Searc died without knowing our kind of love, don't do that. Don't hold me up on a pedestal any longer, find a love to hold in your arms." She gave another squeeze to his arm and released it bringing her arm back to her knees. "Yes, I pray for that too, getting back to the Academy. Living a life with my husband. I cannot see it yet, but I dream of it, senseless dreams of it." She pressed her chin into her palm again. "will the land ever heal I wonder, with so much blood?" She shook her head, not knowing the answer. "All ready I miss fighting him Searc, strange isn't it?"

Kane:It was like salt in a wound though she meant well, and it was probably good advice.. the touch of her hand upon his arm, sent his muscles hardening, against the feel of her delicate hand.. " Mark is a good man," was his reply to her insistence that he find another love, at this point in his life he could see no one worthy to replace her... " The land will heal, and so will your heart.. Searc is at peace now I think, and all the terrible things he did in the name of furthering the clan, can be cleansed and forgiven.. If Chloe can forgive him enough to take him home for the last time.. then so can the world.. " he nodded returning his gaze to the water.. " Not strange at all, to miss someone who was a part of your life since you were a child. " was he speaking of Searc, or her... " He was a constant, even if he was not always pleasant.. it is like loosing the floorboards beneath your feet, even if they creak.. they comfort you in just being there "

Shyvonne: "No" She replied sighing and shaking her head. "My heart will not heal, it will just change. It will still hurt, it always will but perhaps one day I will be at peace with it." She fell silent thinking about what he said about Searc and all she could do was hope that he was all right. "I think life hardened him and made him less pleasant through the years. It is a terrible weight on ones shoulders, carrying the world...the world of your clan." She let out a sigh and blew a raspberry. She didn't want to talk about Searc anymore, least she loose it and she just couldn't bring herself to do that with, not with her mother and sister so distraught, someone had to be strong for them. If not her, then who. There wasn't anyone. Sure Kane could but he had sacrificed enough all ready. Loosing her arms from her knees, she stretched and then stood dusting her hands off on her dress. "I need to go..." She had no plans to go back inside, let her mother and sister rest. She needed to feel the wind in her face and Cleopatra, her horse, needed to stretch her legs. Perhaps she could grieve in the silent and darkness of night.

Kane:He stood with her , wanting to take her in his arms and just comfort her.. let her grieve upon him.. " Shyvonne.. if there is anything I can do.. " the words seemed lost as he knew it wasn't his place and that she wouldn't let him. " You will go back inside then.. get some rest.. " he was going to walk her back.. misto his stallion stood pawing the ground, awaiting impatiently his master for he was ready to ride as well.

Shyvonne: "Actually there is something you can do. " She had begun to walk back up the embankment and stopped turning to him. "Visit with mother as soon as you can. It would be good for her to have her other son close. You are, like a son to her. It would do her heart some good." Shifting her skirts back, she moved up the embankment, Kane now seemed her ever present shadow again and she let out a laugh and actually smiled for once today. "No, I am not going inside, I am not tired but you should..get something to eat and rest. I know you as well, the whole of my childhood. You neglect yourself worrying about everyone else. This is also a wish of mine, something you can do for me, to put my heart at ease" Reaching the road she paused and then moved to stroke at Misto nose cooing softly at the horse.

Kane: "Then where are you going?" he question all her request nodded too,, until she said she was not going inside.. " This is still not a safe place.. we do not know what lingers here .. or what danger the family could be in " he cautioned her coming to stand behind her.. " You should return inside " here he was again, guardian, ever watchful.. " Mark would insist I see to your safety "

Shyvonne: "I don't know. That's the beauty of it. Don't always know where you're going till you get there." Misto snorted and thrust his head upward out of her hands but his head dipped down again and nudging at her hands for more affection. "Hey there..hey hey..." she cooed at the horse with a small hum of a laugh as she at the urging of the horse began to lavish his nose and sides with the smooth tips of her fingers. "Well Mark isn't here to insist such.." She retorted without taking her eyes off the horse, oh if he wasn't careful and backing off her, she would be stealing Misto for a ride. With no other horse in sight she would be gone in the night before he had time enough to catch her. "Has your Master been neglecting you hmm? Poor Misto, have you eaten today?" Yes she was talking to the horse.

Kane:"Shy, don't be careless, we cannot take another tragedy, think of your mother, your family, your husband.. you must have care for your safety.. and if you will not.. I will" his tone rose a bit in annoyance.. " If you wish to ride I will accompany you, I was going out anyway, or you can ride with me on Misto " it was as far as he would allow her such freedom.. " and no he has not been neglected just much as me.. he wishes to leave this place, he misses Sleat"

Shyvonne: "What makes you think I am being careless? An I know how to fight Kane, I know how to protect myself. Why must you always insist I cannot take care of myself?" She kept her voice even to keep Misto from getting upset at raised voices as her attention moved from the horse to her cousin. "Don't bring my family into this, trying to make me feel guilty by using them, that is low, even for you." She went back to stroking the horse's neck but it seemed more then that as suddenly the reigns were in her hand, her foot in the stirrup and she was on the horses back and giving a kick into his sides to get him lurching forward from stop into a gallop. Oh this would piss Kane off to no end and she knew it. It would likely piss Mark off to know his wife was not heeding his best friends true advice and riding off into the night on what now was a stolen horse but she was tired of talking, tired of feeling grief pressing down onto her until she wanted to scream. Let this be reckless, for once she wanted to be exhilarated again, even if it was dangerous, so shall it be.

Kane:"its the truth not using them think of them... " his voice dropped in shock as she was up on Misto and kicking him into a gallop.. he growled darkly taking three steps toward her but misto had lurched forward and was gone down the road before he could grasp the saddle and stop him.. a shrill whistle was let out from between fingers stuck in his mouth, it sliced the night open like a wound, and the stallion stalled.. turning and trotted back to it's master.. who stood in the middle of the rode, arms crossed and pissed..

Shyvonne: The hooves clattered against the stone bridge and had just hit the open grass when the shrill whistle split the night and her fingers tightened on the reigns as the horse lurched to a stop raising up onto his flanks before hitting all four legs on the ground again. Her jaw set tight as the horse trotted back to his master and she stared down at Kane before swinging her leg over and hopping down. She did not say one word, did not smile or tease to try and get herself out of trouble, no she strolled the few steps towards her cousin and......CRACK, her fist flew into his face connecting with his nose as she gave a grunt of effort with the swing. She felt her own fist scream with the pain of the hit but that compared nothing with her anger. She did not apologize nor second guess what she had done as she strolled past him and some of the people in the yard with jaws now slack and useless to what they had witnessed but she paid them no mind, massaging her knuckles as she turned from the path of the castle to the stables. She still intended to ride and without escort.

Kane:That was gonna leave a mark.. more than likely a black eye, as his nose bled, and already he felt the bruise from where her fist had slipped from nose to beneath eye.. forming.. He just stood there and took it, fist balled at his side.. until she passed him by.. " If you were my wife I would spank your ass.. again!" he had done it before when she was a pill, and now was tempted again.. his temper raging, as those nearby gawked and rumored.. two steps toward her, and he almost reached to grab her and do just that, until he swung round mounted Misto, and thundered off into the night.. it was better to be away from her.. now.

Shyvonne: "If I was your wife, you'd be dead by now!" She hissed back and thundered her own way into the stables. He was gone by the time the doors to the stables burst open and Cleopatra, her midnight black stallion thundered outward from within disappearing into the night.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

*Note - this takes place after the MacGregor family learn of the Chieftain's death

Lonez

Lonez, of the Roberstons, cook in their kitchens had been sent on a mission, she fidgited as she waited in a stright backed chair outside the anteroom where she was told the Queen was in session with the Lords of the Land. Already she felt a failure as she had reported the death of Searc McGregor to his sisters, before the Queen as Lady Chloe had instructed. Really she had been given no choice after the meeting with them, what kind of woman would she be to keep a thing like that from them, when they knew she held news of their family.. they had begged her the truth as swore no harm would befall her, for telling them first. Her hands clasp and unclasp in her lap and when the doors finally opened, a group of men leaving it's innards.. she stood at attention.. waiting.. (d)


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"Yer dealings have m'approval, and with m'seal it shall be attended, the Laird King shall have knowledge of these. Long may ye all rule yer houses." Each man wanted to have ratification on some point or other, something that would assure the new light of day didn't set by the end of the year. So she listened, listened to every ounce of how they haggled, every portion of how they devistated ancient structure to appease new logic. It was strange listening to the men deal as if she had never dealt with men. For a former merchant it was listening to old schools of a country's tradition with full acceptance, and to a Scott's child, it was being still that child on the outer door peering in to the secret she was never meant to know. As all rose, it was not uncommon for Lonez to observe the kiss placed to her hand as one kissed saints. This, too, she would never full accept long as she lived. Veneration. Did any of them ever? Chloestrain went down to the place of her living legend, now Waternish was free of influence. It didn't take anything but her own eyesight to notice someone waiting, watching. (d)


Lonez

"Majesty " the cook curstied lowly, her voice wavering with awe at the mere thought of speaking to the queen.. " I have come with news, sent by the Lady McGregor.. news from Dun Dorroch " she stood then bent again realizing she had not been given leave to rise, and in the doing so Bess would see the red rimmed eyes, the tear riven face, where still travel dust now mixed with saline to leave trails of sorrow on the womans face.. How would the Queen react to such, think it was the Kings fate that caused such sorrow , Lonez had not ment for such a though to grive the Queen, yet in her common way, of common manners she tried hard to do the courtly thing.. which left a many a thing unsaid until she was properly relived of her bend. (d)


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

The poor woman remained abject, and Beathag looked at her state of being. Eyes were rimmed by scarlet terror. The end of it perhaps was coursing through her veins, but the expression was heavy enough to make her suck in air. Adam had been within that same party containing the infamous lovers, the leader of the MacGregor clan, and other sundry witnesses. Giving no sign of her own distress she waved a gentle hand, "Rise ,n' speak o' yer news. We are anxious fer it n' Ah dun wish tae wait for it an instant longer..come withn, come. Sit." Lonez looked as if her mission were back breaking (d)


Lonez

She rose giving the Queen a thankful look.. " The Lady Chloestrain sent me with news, only for you, yet I failed you and her in this , for I told the Sisters McGregor the news first as I saw them.. I could not keep it from them" she babbled wanting absoultion.. something the guilt within her breast a terrible roiling beast.. following the queen she perched upon a cushioned chair.. feeling to soiled to settled al the way in she used as little of the edge as possible.. " Tis awful news.. the Lord McGregor, has been killed.. Your Husband Lady Chloestrain and Lord Robertson witnessed it.. by the masked invaders... The King, he gave Lady McGregor Leave to take her husband home.. for his rites.. and she bade me bring the Robertson Children here for safekeeping with her sister in laws and mother in law, as well as the news to you .. you majesty.. " the words tumbled about like water from a dam that had burst.. it was a heavy burden.. this... and Lonez was unused to such things, cooking food was a simple job that required not breaking of hearts, nor delivering news of death (d)


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"The Lady Chloestrain, she comes nay with ye?" This confused the Queen given all whom were together should thus appear. It was a stream of thinking that took a hard turn toward a river of malcontent. She could feel herself bobbing in Lonez's flood of tears and sorrow, trying to pick out forherself a rock. A piece of land. Even the low hanging bow of a tree to remain steady. "Dun be silly, how could ye have failed, surely if it went tae MacGregors it must've been important, tis their kin...now, yer quite forgiven." Then came the news that she could not be responsible for, yet it was in the hand of Gods to annoint such a messanger. "They witnessed, ...I..wot?" She sucked in the air without exhaling it. Sitting in shock she turned to look to a wall. Had Lonez displeased her? News of her displeasure's consequence was as vivid in description as it was in the proof of a further tossled barrister who had been confined in the jail cells of the neighboring village, for she would not have him here. God no. He would have been murdered. Yet..was that not what befell Searc? "The Robertson children? They were nay with...ne'er mind. I shall nay tax ye fer anymore than was done. Ye have done well by yer way, mistress. Ye shall be given reward fer such." What that was, she could not yet say. Her mind..it swam.."And the Laird Iain...and his majesty?" The question hung on the air. For days she hadn't voiced her worries to a single soul. Twice a widow, she hoped not for a third turn at sorrow as Adam? Well, he was supposed to outlive the world at large. He was supposed to be forever. (d)

Lonez

The Lord Robertson and The King went back into the battle, with Lord Kendrew, and the others to stop the rebles.. when last I saw him he was well, not a scratch on him your Majesty " she proclaimed, she wanted no reward just a simple return to her simple life in the kitchens. " The McGregor sisters have the children with them.. and my Rosie as well.. " her fingers fidgited at her skirts, she was bone tired and weary, and wanted a bath, some food and a bed.. to hold her little one in her arms, and thank god she and Rosie had made it out of Dun Dorroch alive.. She couldn't well asked to be dismissed and while in another time she might like to fancy herself talking with the Queen.. but tonight she only wanted the simple things in life.. how could she know the Queen's wants might mirror her own (d)


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"Your vision..gives me some comfort, n' Kendrew. He arrived but this afternoon. Ah'd hoped.." The King would be with him, yet remembering herself she simply smiled. "God keep ye, lass. Gae to. Yer child must be waiting." The wants were the same - kin to hold, peace of mind. Yet simplicity was never to have been Beathag's due. Not a single thing though described as simple ever really was. Raped in the last raid of Norseman who came on behalf of Viking ancestry, she learned to wield the weapon she would a always be known for. Once discovered, her husband allowed her the honor to cease raids in his absence. At his beheading, she'd lost herself nigh on thirteen years during which she was captured, torchured, liberated, and returned home with no mention of who'd she'd been. She started over, twice, and on this the third husband she found missing ancestry, destiny. If she hadn't been his Queen, she would have been his servitor. Yet in tradition of taking Aberdeenian harpers to wife, he had chosen her when each was ignorant of their unison lives. All she wanted was to have that piece of life not be eradicated. All she wanted..was him. No one knew of the fight they had over equal rule, yet she would acquiese all her equality if only to be a quiet thing at his side should he be alive. (d)

[Lara Campbell]

After Jelenah's Arrival

“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.”-Jeremy Irons

Time. It seemed to have the ability to move either slower or faster depending on situation, or the perception of one stuck in its grasp. Chaotic situations always seemed to move fast yet slow at the same time depending on the mood. The revolt itself was one of those...

Chaotic, frightening, and dangerous it seemed the incident itself was fast-paced: panic and fear weighing heavy though making all move at what felt double-speed to flee Struan as the sounds of possible death barked at their heels. Yet for some of the people caught up in it things seemed to move slow. The Campbells were one such. They moved as fast as possible upon hearing the pounding at door, commotion outside, yet it never felt truly fast enough.

Lara and Dona had been awakened by the noise, Kendrew and Liliana already alert due to Morgan's refusal to sleep keeping them up, and they'd all tensed immediately. As though an awful nightmare they waited for it to die down, to be mistaken noise, only for it to intensify.

"Lara, och we must hurry! We 'ave ta help Liliana get tha children." Dona rose speedily, tossing on something proper over nightclothes, and Lara hurried to do the same.

They heard the sounds of Roric and Kylie stirring in bed mingling with Kendrew's own rushed movements. The sound of his voice giving out orders to what Lara could only imagine was a distraught wife. Was it not this way always for the two? Lara could remember hearing of their struggles. Trouble seemed to be a magnet for the two as much as any others for they were always caught in it.

"Auntie Lara! Wh-what..." Kylie's attempt at a question failed, for the child's eyes were wide at being shaken and told to get dressed. Roric though just as scared placed a hand upon his sister's shoulder to encourage her to do as told. They both were resilient children. It was they who awakened Glenna and aided the frightened little sibling into clothing.

Liliana bundled Morgan into blankets, careful to gather only necessary belongings, as the noise outside grew closer,"Kendrew...what will you do? Are you coming with us?" Except that she knew it wasn't so. A kiss was placed upon her forehead with a promise to catch up. And then soon they were moving out into the hall, with the crush of people fleeing, at the side of Bess and the others. Careful to keep her babies close at hand.

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That was then and now...now they were safe. Within Eilean Donan's walls none had to fear their own life would be in danger. The only concern for them was the safety of those who'd been left behind- a defense to keep back the rebels that would seek to halt their loved ones from escaping. Liliana was worried for Kendrew during their time apart, having been separated as soon as the door of their apartment opened, and feared that once again she'd lose her husband.

Kylie and Roric, as all children can do at times, remained optimistic and each others rock- for had they not been this for many years?, even for the adults it seemed. Glenna was a constant always latched to Liliana's skirts until the day Kendrew returned to them, but besides the few hours visit Lara knew that the couple hadn't gotten a true chance to talk yet. Her brother was kept busy that afternoon of his arrival.

Liliana worried for the sake of what had occurred. She knew that a talk, in-depth and private, was needed. Too long had their argument prior to leaving Turas Lan been left to fester. She wanted to mend what had been torn and fix things with Kendrew. To make her marriage what it was before once again.

Lara, on the other hand, sought her peace in helping with the children and families that had fled with them. While also aiding in small repairs needed around the castle or in the kitchen. It seemed that for her life had made an important lesson- It was time to move on with life and while never forgetting the past, and her family, to move on with her own...

But could she?

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

After the Revolt

Dun Darroch -
Sitting upon the dais, in the makeshift court, the King sat in judgement… with Jack Trades to his left, and Caldean to his right. In two days time, witnesses came forth displaying scars, telling tales of rape, murder, and extortion. The accused, Laird Alexander Robertson, and his associates, had escaped judgement, and death by those he degradated. Men of the Robertson, and the Argyll, died needlessly as the hands of one another, and those of the King’s men. The King now sought to end the atrocities of generations past, declared Waternish to be the rightful land of the Argyll, MacLean, and MacCleary… with the Argyll as Chief.

Peace once again came to Dun Darroch… but the Robertson Laird could not yet sit upon his own dais… as he had to sit in court for charges levied against him.

Four days later, the King, his brother-in-law, and the man known as Trades, would venture from Struan to Eilean Donan to be reunited with those that had escaped the wrath of the masked invaders. Adam would leave the regiment of Griffin soldiers in Struan and Dun Darroch to ensure peace was fully restored. The people of the Robertson would soon begin to put their lives back in order.

As or the Laird, Iain Robertson, would soon venture toward destiny by arriving at Eilean Donan to receive judgement by the King, but for now….

Dun Darroch was still busy, but with restoration instead of a trial… he walked around the courtyard where he and Chloe once walked… and he looked around. The King, Queen and all the soldiers were gone… all went to Eilean Donan to resume the quest of the Argyll… Iain had given his word to the King that he too would be there in time to resume the trial. Granted permission to get his estate back in running order, Iain now handled all the errands necessary of a Lord of a manor.

Nights were the hardest… for in the remnants of his room, he lay upon his bed, eyes wide open, failing to fall asleep… and when he did, dreams of Chloestrain would wake him in erotic state, or a cold sweat from the time in the dungeon. The way they treated her… he would ensure NONE of those people were anywhere close to Dun Darroch or Struan… he’d personally see to that fact.

But all in all, the one he deemed the cause of all this… his Father, Lord Alexander, his wife, Keliana, and his cousin Theodore, were no where to be found. And this struck him odd… Alexander would not leave his beloved Dun Darroch for anything… except his own skin.

Chloestrain lingered there as the sun rose over the Dunsgate, the land that had been left in her hands. It was a daunting task, an immense responsibility. The thought bumbled around in her head that even in death Searc had found a way to bind her to him. A soft laugh as she looked heavenward asking for strengh… and as if in answer a hawk circled the tower where she stood looking over the place that had become home; it’s cry casting out across the morning sky, as if settling the mantle of the land on her slender shoulders.

Three days later she would ride into Struan, headed for Eilean Donan... To face the charges laid against her... She rode in no carriage, nor wagon, but astride a snow white stallion regaled in the standards and leather of the MacGregor; her guards flying the pennants blazoned with the MacGregor crest. The new MacGregor Chieftan arrived in the courtyard, dressed not as the prisoner of Dun Darroch, nor as the lady wife of a chieftain, but as a Chieftain herself. Dark clothes of mourning, a riding habit of expensive, yet demure taste, white lace at her throat, and over her shoulder, the plaid of the clan, the golden broach of the MacGregor, shining in the late afternoon sun. “Inform the Queen the Lady MacGregor has returned.” she spoke as she stood in the grand hall of the Castle, awaiting the pleasure of the Queen.

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

Adam Arrives in Eilean Donan

The contingent of men rode out of Dun Darroch… their destination Eilean Donan on the northern most part of Waternish. Having settled the problems in Dun Darroch, it was time to reunite himself and his family. No harm had come to him, nor Caldean, nor Jack, but they had lost 3 good, young soldiers in the small battle of retaking the Robertson castle. With the Robertson stronghold and dibocal behind them, the city gates of Eilean Donan lay only a mile ahead… and the Gold Talon guards rode ahead of the King, Griffin banners alerting all that the King approacheth…

The messenger came before the Queen as she sat with her ladies for the years had turned, and in the company of but three came to sit now a trusted retinue fit for a Queen. This she was. With the arrival of her youngest children from Turas Lan had come the spirited Lady Aimlee, who in the place of her mother, oversaw all of the needs of the young children with aplumb. With them also came extra arms for two toddlers and an infant are many. A village raised all of the children but no one could deny how much the two hands of Beathag did a great most of the work. Even now she was laughing with the women while some sewed or others read books. The affairs of Eilean Donan were left to the clan lords to fashion on behalf of the royal approval. Her business was kindred.

He was admitted with a flourish as the guards opened not one, but both doors! The joy was spreading enough to cause everyone to raise their heads as he came down on one knee, so overcome! "Wot news taeday, look at ye? One o' our messangers tremblin' is nay a sigh seen e'erday yet ye make smiles..wot is it man, wot?" She too smiled, only to find it increased with the words, "The King, madame. The King n' his men approach, the Gold Talons were seen just a mile off! The King!" At that moment Beathag let out such a sound to release all burden in her soul. Somewhere between a laugh and a cry all of her worries vanished! Relief flooded her enough to constrict her throat. Everyone waited for her commands.

Upon the completion of the four day journey, the gates of Eilean Donan are opened prior to the contingents arrival. The Griffin standards billowing in the wind as the men rode down the dirt avenue into the Argyll castle. And people met the King with cheers of Huzzah… and God Save the King… It was not the reception his wife Beathag got as she came as a refugee of the troubles at Dun Darroch, and the Argyll had not yet trusted the new King and Queen.

But when Adam and his men rode in, the buzz of the crowd saw the rumors they heard now realized. The Argyll was free. It is funny how either the extreme bad news, or the extreme good news arrives before the official messenger; but it was true, the King had officially recognized the Argyll as free peoples of the Gaelic Nations… and had set aside Waternish as their new home… free of Robertson, or anyone else’s subjects or vassals.

"Make ready the Prince Aodhan n' Princess Davina, tell them their father approaches! Lady Heather please assist Aimlee, tell everyone! The Lady Campell, the Lady Windsor, the MacGregor n' the Argyll n' the MacDonald.." The women laughed asking should she not be made ready too? How do you though increase a beauty made from radiant joy? She knew that mourning for the chieftain MacGregor would be still be done, and she wished not his death. He as a careful,astute man who had shown no less than full loyalty to her and her husband. She wished no more loss, no more subversions but how could she not smile in the knowledge the land had its king, that she, oh she, still had her husband? She could hardly be contained, and while the hair of the young Davina would be braided with gold and white chording, seeded with flower pins the hair of her mother would be let loose from its elevated captivity. "He should see you as he remembers you best, majesty," said one of the young maids of honor, blushing to offer such a remark. Beathag kissed the girl’s hand, her own too nervous to for once attend herself! She had been with the lady in Dun Darroch when some news made each of their majesties heavy hearted. They parted that way, but now? It would be in these kind acts that garnered best Beathag's favor. "Thank ye, n' when we return tae court I shall make sure the young man whom has his eye upon ye comes forward tae a betrothal." Often no one used such powers for it was better decided but the boy was so shy he would lose his chance! The maid lowered herself in appreciation as the Queen rose. All that adorned her hair were simple gold pins to hold back the more errant pieces, so that it seemed she wore nothing in it at all. The finest banner that day in Eilean Donan was her hair waving after the wake of her steps toward where they would line up to meet him.

Adam dismounted the white stallion, handing the black reins to a handler… As he turned from the handler, Aodhan was right there to greet him…and behind him stood his Mother and Sister… “Ah pray yu have secured the castle, young knight…” as he spoke to Aodhan, who gave his father a slight bow and responded… “Aye yer Majesty… all secure…” and Adam gave his son a bright smile right back. Then he knelt to his daughter… “And how is Princess Davina?” who responds… “Better now Da… it was scary for a while… but now yae and Mama is back together, the land shall heal…” and with that Adam looked up to his beloved Bess and smiled…

Kissing Davina upon the cheek, he stood and moved to his wife… The look in her eyes scolded him, welcomed him, and then loved him… With a cant of his head in acknowledgement. “Ah bae fine love… the men took great care o’mae… and AH ‘ave missed ya much…” then he leans to kiss his beloved wife… “Miss mae?” he whispers.

Her mind was waiting, her hands anxious but she remained composed as he took his children first. Poor Aodhan and Davina, their simple words hardly enough to express that when he held them, their grips said everything. At last it was her turn, her arms opened with instinct to receive him and wouldn't be happy until her body was one with his, melded in the late summer sun. "Aye," she whispered, "I missed ye..I missed ye n' forgive ye all things n' make amends fer wot was done tae hurt ye by m'self..I missed ye..a hundred times.."

No more did he ponder the politics of the clans… ceased were the curses he swore upon the masked invaders… no longer did he ride upon a white steed in glory of the victories past… He had reunited himself with his beloved family… It was as if in the months past that the children had almost grown into adulthood, or was that just his imagination? Proud was he of his son and daughter… so sturdy in the path of death, so adamant to remain the royalty they were born into; The babes in arms… the servants holding them so his wife could receive him… Sea-green eyes spoke volumes, but simple silence of his tongue welcomed her words… and when offered him forgiveness… his eyes replied… a smile crossed the face that refused to surrender to the ages.

“Coom, Ah bae hungry… hungry tae hear about current events, tae fill my belly with better food than jerky and potatoes… just hungry tae sit and look ‘pon mae family once more wit’out lookin’ at mae back…” then his hand went to her back, urging her to return to the castle interior… his other hand touching the babes’ faces then Davina’s and finally resting upon Aodhan’s shoulder. What a sight to behold, the royal family once more reunited as one… whilst outside, a people, once subjugated, now free cheered.

Deep inside the island castle, as Adam made his way toward the kitchen, he summoned a page… one who would bow deep and render the appropriate greeting… “When Lady Chloestrain and Lord Iain return… Ah shall reconvene the court to issue final judgement… summon my Talon commander…” and the man offered a quick yes yer majesty and disappeared to perform the task given.

It would be after the kitchen personnel scurried to get the King something to eat and drink… and Adam endulged his time with his family, that the Talon detachment commander would arrive… Adam would issue warrants of arrest for the Barrister Sanford; the Robertsons, Alexander, Keliana, and Theodore. He looked to Bess and smiled… “This should bae easier than Dun Darroch… The Axeman from Dun Darroch shall bae here in three days… He ‘as orders tae erect his stand in th’ wood across th’ bridge fr’m E’Donan… Ah shant impose such horror agin th’ people…”

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

The Meeting:Beathag and Chloestrain
what is it you have to say? I feel we may not have to say much at all in order to be understood

"Your majesty, I'm told they sighted the Lady McGregor riding through Struan. She should be here -- " the messanger turned 'round as another came in to fill in his telling with the most recent news. Beathag sat in a chair in her chambers as one man seemed to go with the other in trying to figure things out. She merely watched them until the first man who had been speaking resumed what he was going to say, only with recent addition, "Pardon, m'lady. She has ridden through Struan, and has arrived now in Waternish. In fact she is within the castle awaiting your pleasure."

The pleasure had come in holding Adam in her arms, in having her family. All didn't have that pleasure. Beathag didn't pretend to understand the complex structure of McGregor life yet knew that to be a woman was to be thrice better than all in your sex while striving to be double the man to counter in the absence of one. Instead of sending a page to tell the woman she would be down, she stood up. Beathag felt it better to convey her own message by simply arriving.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

The Meeting II: Beathag and Chloestrain

Lady Cholestrain MacGregor

Chloe had been shown into the royal chambers, clad still in her Dark Riding habit, with the plaid across her shoulders, the golden crest of the McGregors upon it gleeming in the candlelight of the dim room.. Once seeing Beathag seated no on a throne but at the head of a empty table she stopped, gracefully dipping low, her head bowed in demonstration of submission.. " Your Majesty " (d)

Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"M'lady, Ah here ye wanted tae speak with me." She sat at the head of the table without rising, waiting for the woman's approach. It was signaled by the beckoning hands welcoming her to close the space (d)


Lady Chloestrain MacGregor

She rose and moved toward the Queen, hands laced before her demurely and stopped within proper pace of the Queens seat.. " The King gave me leave to take my Husband home for his burial rites.. and bade me return when the task was done" now mossy green hues lifted to the Queen, confidence and a renewed sense of purpose had taken the place of the fractured frailty the Queen had seen in the woman beneath the floors of Dun Dorroch.. there no longer seemed to be a question in Chloestrains eyes, as to who she was... or what she was to be. Something had settled in the woman.. though what was still to be seen. (d)

Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"Ah'm glad ye di das the King commanded. M'condolences o'er the passage o' the Chieftain. Tis a sad way for things tae sort themselves, indeed." Did men ever grow tired of these sickening shows of power? Who had it, and why? Weak masked men staging a half hearted revolt only moved the inevitable judgement to another location, made more enemies when the world had enough eneies. Beathag had stern eyes, eyes suggesting balance born of baring witness to what she should pass judgement on. She was ready as any to deliveraye to hear the final pass so that the rest of life could go on as it should (d)

Lady Chloestrain MacGregor

"Thank you Majesty for your condolences, it is my regret that the rest of his family could not attend.. but time was of the essance.." she need not spell out that dead bodies in late summer heat, and traveling some five days south with such, was not a pleasant task, nor one that could be delayed by waiting for a family to trek south as well.. " I trust all is well with your Majesty's family and the King.. I have yet to hear news of how the revolt was ended.. and of those who aided the King.." yes she wondered on the outcome and the health of the King, but her heart thundered with though of word of Iain and his safely (d)


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"Some things can nay be helped, and at least he be at rest now as he should be, and n' nay more pay nor twoil o' this world. Things be well, the King arrived just before yerself with the remainin' men, Laird Iain, all is well n' soon it may end well." She had her husband, now news of Iain was shared , "Wot can I dae for ye?" (d)


Lady Cholestrain MacGregor

"You Majesty, thank you of the news.. " it seemed as if her heart would burst from happiness in her chest , as Iain's life was confirmed. her eyes closed in silent thanks to the all-mighty.. before she retrained them on the Queen.. " If it is pleasing to the Queen I would like to know the way of her thinking on the matters of the trial at hand.. as well as that of the King.. " her hand now lay over her belly, and age old sign of a woman with child, and when she noticed it, she laced her hands before her once again.. to hide the shame that lay beneath her gown..she was not yet ready for the public proclamation of her fertility. " I have a son and a Clan to think of their future, and would plan accordingly if I were to not be... present for the seeable future. " (d)

Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"M'lady ye know m'thoughts on the trial n' m;thoughts on matter of verdictn' tis nay somewot tae openly proclaim before one or another as tha' shows a favoritism. Ye've a clan n' son n' the Laird MacDonald a clan, wife, n' now a wife round with child. Iain has a clan n' children the levelage is the same. Ah've already long agae expressed m'desire tae see the likes o' all cleared n' have nay changed m'mind upon the matter n' as fer the mind o' m'husband such is similar, think ye it changed o'ernight?" She arched a brow as she watched the woman before her. It was a valid question yet rather bold. Woman to woman was not a favoritism the Queen had a desire to show, for what if such were shown man tae man. Some things were more obvious between women however, so she would be blunt, "Is there some o'er reason the verdict's announcement is imperative?" (d)

Lady Chloestrain MacGregor

It took a long moment for her to digest the Queens words.. a thoughtful look upon her face.. " You remember when you carried your children.. how even when you knew you carried them it seemed somehow unreal until they moved within you..?" her eyes lifted to the Queen now... " I was willing to follow my fate to the Axeman , certain I was in the right for defending my Clan, and their lives... willing to lay myself down for that cause if need be.. but now... I find myself, not only myself.. and if it should come a verdict that I would be.. condemned . I must ask for mercy, at least until the child is born." now her hand lay over the smallish round of the flat of her belly... " By my count I am some 4 months already.. it is not public knowledge, but I have seen a healer who can confirm for you if need be " there was shame, humility and a mothers love written on her face.. plain as day (d)


Queen Beathag Aberdeen


She looked down at the belly before up to the woman who's words resonated in her head as she nodded a little, "Agree with ye save for one small thing, tha' they were real tae me afore they moved, engrained n' m'blood. It happens when ye think ye will nay have them n' the Gods surprise ye otherwise. Proof will be fine tae present but Ah will level this upon ye. Ye should have said such sooner, fer ye must have known sooner, n' all o' this." She moved her hand before settling it down, "Could have come...tae a different time for fer tis nay in the habit o' the Griffin tae leave expectant mothers n' squalor, nor tis any habit. This trial has made a mockery o' the laws in enough ways already." The talk of the clan made her shake her head even more with a slight sight,"Ye know Ah'll say this, upon review n' thought, wot clan is nay in the right tae defend their own, their lands n' homes? But then it comes tae the crazed will o' others overturnin all things..peacekeepers sent become warmongers, n' a man who was comin tae take everythin' ye had for ye benefit turned tae defend instead. Fortune changes. Aye this all was turned on fortune tide n' still we saw ourselves through, we are all commendable in tha.Yet..it behooves me tae tell ye now as I will tell the rest o' them. Dae more than by the name ye bare but see the generation proceedin ye is one where their actions speak louder than some ancient name. Ye uphold the honor o' the ancestors action, the name is little fer it changed o'ertime in spellin'. Aye we hold our names tae sae much yet wot will it dae if all is changed, wot have we tae hold then..but our own merit..our own two hands n' by wot the Gods gave us fer all o' this can leave taemorrow. I charge ye with seein' e'ery generation understands the law. Let them love their traditions for we are all born o' it but if fate brings them round let them understand how tae sae nay, n' wot is worth standin up fer. Sae tha' women who live now understand wot it is tae teach their daughters sae they are nay given way n' barter but uphold tha' tradition by true choice gaein forward at an age where they have a true say for tha' s the law. Tha' we are better than this." She rubbed at her temple in mild irritation at the times. "Silence on some things aye, silence on others. Nay. Ah trust ye will take tae one o' the comfortable rooms, ye will allow yer midwife tend tae ye after ride 'pon horse, love yer son. n' when this is all done leave nothin' else tae chance. The generations after us can nay afford our chance n' whim n' this. Justice will be done n' ye will be set free but the true test o' tha' freedom comes after." (d)


Lady Chloestrain MacGregor


Tears, not of sadness but of a mother's shame , showed in her eyes, then marked a trail down her cheek as the Queen admonished her that she should have spoken before, yes she knew before, but in her anguish, and anger over the fact of what had happened.. and in her despair of what was to become.. she had cared not for the child that grew within her, this was her deepest shame, that she had though if she went to the axeman that Carvers child should go to.. that some form of punishment would be delivered unto even his spawn.. for the atrocities he had commited.. it was not until she had been freed riding back onto the lands of Sleat.. her homelands, her home, and felt the movement of the child within, that she had come to know the shame she now felt, and the love that had bloomed for the unborn within her.. late, yet still raging in feriocity now that she realized she had been given a gift.. another child to mother, another child to raise in the way of goodness, honor and mercy, of service and family, loyalty. This would be her child, and bear no stigma of Carvers blood.. for she would love it, and teach it better than it's blood.. better than it's fathers ancestry... As she listened to the Queens words a hand lifted to wipe away those tears.. " I am ever your humble servant and will carry out your Wishes Majesty " her head bowed in respect and submission to the crowned one before her... " You and your King have the McGregor Loyalty.. " now indeed she spoke as both mother.. and Cheiftan of the McGregor.. " Bless you both " (d)


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"Thank ye, n' ye can bless me by rememberin' wot was said, n' daein it. Perhaps in the time o' our children they will nay be called tae mediate such atrocity between countrymen n' countrymen, n' nay gae tae battle tae kill themselves o'er wot is truly..sae small a thing. Ah'm done watchin' good men n' women be dragged through the mud o' anothers sin. They all will sit fer us in judgement but when will a one o' ye have the good sense tae petition us fer help afore, when it is brewin, before it spills o'er. This is my wish" She rose, giving a cant of head to the woman, "Now, stop subjectin' yerself. The Clan is yours now is it nay? Lift yer head. A position is still hard for a woman tae bare despite all the work o' laws. Tha' is what I command o' ye now. Lift yer head, n' live a testament tae wot can be done no matter wot sex ye are born too." (d)


Lady Chloestrain MacGregor

"Yes your Majesty " she lifted her head and met the other woman's gaze with a smile... " I shall indeed see this done.. as you wish.. and hopefully one day our Children shall indeed live in a world where swords and war are nothing more than stories of old " it was a wish.. a dream.. perhaps a foolish one but a dream non the less (d)


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"Ah doubt tha," she said with a mild sigh and a half grin, "but at least they'll know a real reason for sword n' then a reason tae reason." Beathag would have the doors opened, and began to go on towards wherever such women as herself went on to. She had not been born to hold Scotland on her shoulders, nor islands in water. She had been born to perhaps play a harp in a hall, to ever appreciate the arts of cloth in sails and to defend herself..but she had defended many. She had lived beyond many while others had died, and her lineange was entwined with this place. All of their lineages, fates, and destinies were so tied to this place (d)

[Men of Skye]

Lives continue on the isle, while all awaits the King's decree...

Mark and Shyvonne at Eilean Donan

[Lord Iain Robertson]

Lives continue on the isle, while all awaits the King's decree...


Iain and Chloestrain at Eilean Donan

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

Decision at Eilean Donan

Spring had surrendered to Summer… and summer was waning under the early fogs of autumn… The northlands seemed to grow colder with each passing day. Adam stood upon the balcony, a fog rose above his head with each warm breath. A deep inhalation, the cold early morn seemed to carry him away to times better than this. He knew ahead of him loomed a decision over the incarcerated.

The page brought a cloak for him, but Adam waved him off. Instead, he turned and spoke softly not to wake his beloved wife… “Summon the court members and the accused… I have made my judgement…” Sea-green eyes glanced to the page who bowed and acknowledged his Majesty’s command. Adam stood for a moment, then returned to his room.

Quietly, he moved to the bed and sat upon the edge. He smiled as he pushed errant curls from the twins’ heads… Somehow, Murieall and Gabrieal had found their way to the large bed… and on the other side was lil Amhlai Edme laying near her mother’s breast. A slight shake of his head, he leaned to kiss his wife’s cheek. A soft whisper to her ear, almost a wisp of breath… “Lov’… wake up… tis the day we make th’ decision… Ah ‘ave kept the world in indecision laeng enuff…”

When the day came to Eilean Donan, it found the Queen sleeping deep. Spring to summer, summer to fall, and she slept the deepest she had in months with her children beside her. The twins were unique little beings as they grew to an age that finally allowed them to be as expressive as the older siblings. A mixture of golden and dark heads spread out in her arms. A decision was waiting to be said. People wanting to know if their lives could ever be as sweet, as good again as what the Queen held in her arms. Innocence had curled in her heart again. She slept easy with Ahmlai Edme on her chest, feeling her heart. The warm breath of the twins against her skin.

Dreams kept the children asleep but Adam's voice pulled her from one form of reality to another. She smiled at him with sleep eyes. Nodding her head, she began to rise. Amhlai was gently put against the pillow on her back where the twins never moved. One of the women came to sit in a chair beside the bed to wait for the children to wake up while she was made ready for the day.

Instead of white, the Queen wore a dress of black damask constructed from local wools, as fine as any imported from England or the continent. The polychromatic blend saw threads of white and gold woven in, constructing the reinforced pairs of griffins lifting the glimmering palor of a woman's crown. Form fitting sleeves framed her arms, lined in golden needle work. All of her hair was braided until it formed a crown around her head, the small accents braids of it interwoven with one another, moving like the crossings of a knot from one end of the coiled braid section to another, held in place with pins seeded in pearls, gold spaces, and black onyx. Often the stark contrast of her white, set her apart from the king, where now the white was blended well with the black and gold. "Let's gae then, Ah'm ready for it to be done. "

Later… he had dressed in the long black, split, robe, the edges trimmed in gold. The black trousers were pulled down over the boots. With a deep breath, he would walk down the corridors to where, Raibert Argyll, Lord of Eilean Donan, had established a court in the castle great hall… two ornate chairs upon a dais, raised slightly above the floor, where two tables, opposite one another was arranged. Between the two tables were four chairs… and behind that was a roped off section where visitors and watchers would stand.

The guards snapped to attention as the page announced the King and Queen; “Hear ye hear ye… the Griffin Court shall now come to order… Their Majesties, King Adam and Queen Beathag…” both moving from the door, to the dais, taking their places in the ornate chairs.

The defense attorney stood and tried to gain attention… the absence of the prosecutor, his direct attention…

Adam raised his hand and motioned the fingers of the flat hand, indicating silently, the advocate to sit. Adam stood, and began to pace a bit on the dais… “Lords and Ladies… men and women of the Gaelic Nations…” Adam paused to look upon the people gathered; then continued… “With heavy heart Skye stands amidst turmoil… turmoil not just in our foreign office, but ‘ere at home… there are those that wish life as it was ta remain… where power and greed ruled our people. For centuries, Kings betrod people, our people, and our people bargained with those kings faer land ‘nd power. Nae longer shall the clans bargain faer land and power. Parliament bae working on grants faer each clan… New laws ‘ave been written and shall naew and e’r more bae enforced… The salic law is naeo more… and clans shall, an’ must conform tae the new way… a new way for Skye tae becoom, and remain, a leader o’ not only worldly affairs, but our own internal affairs.”

Adam had stopped to speak… and now he paced again… the crowd murmuring a bit, until he stopped again. Looking out over the crowd, and then to the guilty. “Ah ‘ave made mae decision… and asked the Queen’s input… sae we both agree tae the punishment... Twas the crimes Ah dun agree with…” and this statement caused the crowd to get louder, more with confusement thn disagreement.

His hands raised out to calm the quarum… “These four have been charged with treason… Much evidence to their guilt was offered… witnesses testified… and surely I believed I must set punishment of death… But the atrocities in Dun Darroch and about Struan… and even here in Waternish has shown me that one man… one man could hit a hornets nest and nay get stung… The prosecutor was paid and he has disappeared… Lord Alexander, Lady Keliana, Lord Theodore all conspired to put blame upon these four… Why? For greed blinded them… Evidence brought to Queen Beathag and myself now shows us what truly happened…

In as much, Ah ‘ave reduced that charge ta stupidity… and found them guilty…” he points to Iain and Chloe… “Their love has destoyed many… but none less than themselves… Ah charge them with siding with stupidity and wasting more years than they wish to count… But to the charge of treason… Not guilty… But…” He looks straight at Iain… “Yae MiLord… are banned from Court for six months for rising against order of the King…”

He looks at Chloe… “And yu Madam… as to the charge of treason… Not guilty… BUT… Yae are now the clan Laird… and yae too is banned from Court for 6 months… Ah recommend ya use th’t time tae ensure yae clan is well taken care of… for yae ‘ave quite a task ahead of yae…”

Adam smiles at he looks to Dubhlain MacDonald… “Yae sir… nay guilty o’ treason… Yae knaew yaer clan bett’rn anyone… and the Griffin reign shall nay hold a grudge against yer brethren…” he looks to Lindall, then back to Dubhlain… “Sir, yae and yaer wife shall appear at Court… and guide mae in making the MacDonald whole again…” Adam turned from looking at the MacDonald, only to stop quickly, turn and smile… “Oh yes, not guilty…” then he turned to Mark…

It was as if sea-green eyes burned into the man, who was backed by his secret wife, Shyvonne. Then he turned… and began to pace. “Lord and ladies, men and women of the Gaelic Nations… We are a melting pot… nay just Welch, or Norsemen… nor English… nor Scot… nor Irish… In some way, shape or form, we are all one people… and as such laws were written to safeguard us… to make us all equal… Lord Dubhlain, a MacDonald, has wedded Lady Lindall, a MacGregor… and yet, both are happy…” he looks at Mark and smirks. “A sept of the Robertson has married a MacGregor…” he looks at Shyvonne. “You two cannae hide things from the Griffin… and Ah pray yae both bae happy…”

This brought many twisting of necks as people of all clans began to look upon the pair. And Adam continued… “So you see, I as King did nae ‘ave tae make laws, for you all are doing what Ah ‘ave envisioned.” And he smiled, looking to his wife and winking… then looked back to Mark… “As for treason… not guilt… for stupidity… guilty… Now maybe yu and yer new wife can come to court…” he paused, his fingers coming to his mouth… “Ah yes, Ah forgot… You both have an academy to run…” he smirks… “If you can come to court, twould be good, but the education of our youth is most important… unless Ah demand yu ate court, Ah shall understand…” then he smiled and paced…

Looking out at Raibert Argyll. “M’Lord… yu are the leader of the Argyll… no longer shall they be oppressed… Ferry tae nae man, lest bae yer King. Ah expect yae and Lady Qynn at Court…” and cheers started to burst out, but quickly hushed, and Adam smiled and turned.

He looks to the scribe… “The charges of treason are downgraded to stupidity… as noted with sentences as spoken…” the scribe nodded as Adam continued… “Let the heat of 1333, be not forgotten.. and know our paths, united, lie to the future… Skye, and the Gaelic Nations are only as strong as her people… Live long and prosper.” He started to look at Bess and smiled, turning back to the people. “Hear ye hear ye… The festivals of autumn shall be the return celebration to Court in Turas Lan. This court is adjourned…”

And the room exploded in cheers of long live the King and Queen… people were hugging one another… It is said that the towns next, had heard the cheers from Eilean Donan and knew the King’s decree.

The entire time the Queen sat quietly beside the King. No word passed her lips because he was doing all the speaking, yet she was the eyes for him. People hung on his every word, waiting for him to be finished. The conclusion? Freedom. A wish fufilled. A prayer granted where he sent from God did do so. He had a mixture of eloquence of the high born with a common man's simplicity that one either enjoyed or depised in his rhetoric style. She had only begun to study rhetoric in the last pair of years, or more, with a want to improve her abilities to make an impact beyond the thickness of a brogue. No amount of study in rhetoric or language was needed for what he did today. Today he was more of a king to her for having followed through with what his heart decreed in a way that fit with the head of a King, than had he ordered them all killed for the sake of his prestige.

[Men of Skye]

Shyvonne MacGregor: Eilean Donan was cheering and somewhere there was music being placed. The people were celebrating as if ED had just been liberated from terrorism and war. It was likely in a way they were. The evidence pointed to Lord Alexander, the bytch Keliana and the whimp Lord Theodore. Her ears were still ringing with the crowd letting out cheers for those accused being released from guilt of treason, but found guilty with stupidity. That was the way of life, people would be charged with stupidity every day.

The color in her cheeks was still bright red at being outed of her secret marriage, by the King to everyone, before she had the chance to do it herself but the main reason for her flush was also relief. Well it was out, and so when the verdict had been given and the cheers had gone up, she left her seat, left her family and flew into Mark's arms, at first her face had been pressed against his neck and then she had taken his lips with her own, in front of everyone. The fashioned courtroom was quickly becoming a banquet to celebrate. Drinks were being passed around to toast in good health and a good verdict by the King. For a moment Shyvonne’s eye caught the King's and she mouthed 'thank you' before his attention was drawn elsewhere and people began to float amongst one another. A cloud had seemed to lift, the stress, the strain of the months since, had passed away as people began to mingle in groups to strike up conversations and Shyvonne moved off to the side and even some people had begun to dance as music was played. Now she could take a drink without a constant lump in her throat and she saved the cup of wine in her hands and the sweet taste of it in her mouth.

Ivella MacGregor: Ivella had been silent and pale as the verdict begin, but soon the blush of happiness appeared on her cheeks when all involved were found innocent... or rather… guilty of stupidity but little more... it was when news of her youngest daughter’s marriage left the lips of the King that her mouth opened in surprise... and her eyes widened... as she turned to see the confirmation in the act of public kissing her daughter displayed to her new husband... an ancient hand fluttered to her chest as she looked at her other daughter, who had joined her newly exonerated husband and was hugging him as well...

Apparently life moved on… and love found a way for both her girls... it was a sad smile that graced her lips as she stood, leaning on her cane... and moved away from the celebration.. after all, her first born was still dead.. and she still grieved him heavily, wrapped in dark colors and a veil to shield the public from her distressing grief, fingers shook as she gripped the cane and ambled away...

Shyvonne MacGregor: Passing her cup along to a passing servant, she shifted the skirts of her dress back to weave through the crowd towards her departing mother. "Momma" She hummed above the nose and reached out a hand to grip her mother’s forearm in a gentle press of her fingers. "I was going to tell you" She hummed at her mother’s ease as she helped her down the hall. If her mother was going to lash out, which she might, they had the MacGregor temper, then she wanted it to be in private. Part of her understood her mother had a right to be angry, the other part had hoped her mother would see reason now to be happy. To move on as they all tried to do. It did not do to dwell in the past nor dwell in Searc’s death. Shyvonne tried to believe her brother had found peace and would be much happier if they all moved on. Not to act as if he had not existed but not to mourn his passing so long one forgot to live. "Your daughter in law was just found not guilty of treason, your daughters are married. It is not a crime to celebrate these things, Momma. Searc wouldn't have wanted you to mourn him that you forget to live, forget there are things worth celebrating even when we have lost, especially since we have lost so much."

Ivella MacGregor: The older woman stopped as her youngest daughter, so much like herself at that age, if a mirror could turn back time, it was Shyvonne's face the past would call Ivella… "My heart grieves what it grieves, I can no more stop it than I can set the sun in the night sky, child…" she patted her hand then continued walking… the steady thump of her cane leading her to the stairs.. before she examined them with disdain… "When I return to Dunsgate, I shall have Chloe set my rooms down stairs… I'm too old to carry my carcass up and down… especially with winter drawing on…" with that she begin the long trek up the 87 stairs to the top landing where she could then begin the long walk down the corridor to the rooms she and Shyvonne shared… "I'm delighted that Chloe, Dublain, and your husband, Mark, were set free... tis been a long road the four traveled, and we have lost much…" her steps were achingly slow, perhaps even more so to a newly outted bride anxious to be with her husband… "I'm sorry I cannot show proper celebration... when my heart is so heavy... and the MacGregor’s reputation so tarnished..." now a bit of ire creeped into her voice, that steel that made the woman unreachable… "The King had no business calling out Chloe and her lover before the public... not with Searc's death so new... nor your secret Marriage… it could have bided it's time to be done in the proper course of things, and nothing would have changed... The Peacoke is a sensationalist and nothing more… He expected great celebration, and lauding from the people while he shamed out family and name… banished from court... as if we would tend their court after this…" she snarled as her hand reached the door of her room… "I bear Chloe no ill... but she's the chieftain now and she damn well better respect that position…" the door was opened.. and a grey brow was raised.. in question if Shyvonne would follow or return to her husband.

Shyvonne MacGregor: Her fingers tightened on her mother’s arm as she spoke of her grief. Ivella MacGregor had grown older the day her son died and continued to grow older. No bloom touched her weathered cheek anymore and Shyvonne wondered idly if one ever would again. It had been years since she had seen her mother truly laugh. The years had been unkind to the MacGregor clan but it had been unkind these years to others as well. Iain and Chloe for their love that they could not display, Kane for his love that would never be returned, Searc with his inability to love his wife. The list could go on and on and much of it had nothing to do with love but constant heartache. This verdict had been more then just a release, it was now a new hope for better years. "Momma, I do not fault you your grief but we have grieved long enough for the unkind life we've all known. I have made my peace with Searc death in the belief he has found peace, and he would not want me, nor you, to waste away in the rest of your life grieving him." She took her mother’s arm to help her up the stairs and scuffed at her mother’s biting words, she was grieving Shyvonne reasoned burt she didn't agree with it. "The King has been most gracious, he didn't have to hold a trial, and we would be grieving more then one death . I do not think him so wrong to out Chloe and Iain, if they been outed in the beginning, none of this might have ever happened. The King and Queen ideals for the future as endless, especially considering marriages, look what an arranged marriage has done to our family, what our pride has done. I, for one, feel no shame and if Iain and Chloe feel half of what I feel for Mark, they would feel no shame themselves. It is not wrong of the King, nor any of us, to want to celebrate now when many of us have felt the noose around our own necks for our loved ones. It is time for change Momma and it is time for celebration." She paused at the door she shared with her mother, secretly finding a glee that perhaps tonight she could share a room with her husband instead. "I do not want to argue with you on this Momma, I do not but your grief blinds you to what good can come from this." She was going to go back to the party, she needed to see Lindall too to ask what she now asked of her mother. "I am going to celebrate with those downstairs, but first, Momma, do I have your blessing? Do Mark and I have your blessing?"

Ivella MacGregor: The aged Lady MacGregor regarded her daughter for a long moment… "I wished I could have been there... I always though I would be there to see you married…" her gnarled hand reached out to touch the soft bloom of happiness on her daughters cheek… "Are you truly happy... does he love you enough for you ?" her eyes bore into her youngest daughter’s as if peering into her soul… "I always worried that there was not a man made in heaven, nor earth, that would be a match for you... such a rare thing you are… I hope you have found him.. and if you have, then you have my blessing… for I wanted nothing more for you than your absolute happiness… Lindall has found her heart I think as well; as much as she loved Jonus, he did not love her as she should be loved... though she never complained... perhaps now you can both be happy…" she did not argue further with the passion of youth... for they always stood for change, against even the most stolid of wisdom... never thinking that the aged had wisdom of their own, brought about by their own folly's and foibles in life… "No, go... find your husband and celebrate... leave an old woman to her thoughts... and daren't you come sneaking in to snore and keep me awake... for I need sleep... for tomorrow I start home... with or without the lot of ye."

Shyvonne MacGregor: "I did what I thought I had too…" She hummed her head dipping and then raising as her mother laid a wrinkled and leathered hand against her cheek. The feel could have been odd to anyone else but to Shyvonne it was always familiar and comforting. "I am happy Momma" She hummed with a smile curling the edge of her lips. "Momma, I cannot explain the connection between us, it surpasses love, it is..." She inhaled and shook her head as if she didn't know but then she smiled, a wider smile then anyone could say they had known of her. "Soul Mates" She nodded, agreeing with her mother about Lindall and then hummed in a laugh before leaning over to kiss the weathered cheek of her mother. "Thank you, Momma. I love you" Releasing her mother, she stepped back and then hurried down the hall the folds of her dress swept backward as she danced down the steps, her eyes were all ready scanning the crowd for Lindall.

Ivella MacGregor: Ivella's door had not yet closed when it was pushed open by an equally ancient hand… "So your daughters are married proper and right... and you return home tomorrow..." Gaius’ voice seemed to soothe the woman's nerves as he closed the door behind him… "I told you she loved Mark... and you should not be surprised." he grinned, and Ivella turned a smile to him as well.

Lindall MacGregor: Lindall was at Dublain's side, as he was pulled through the crowd, hands clapping upon his back in congratulations and celebration, tankards of ale passed around.. as finally she came to be seated near the fire... to get off her feet while the merriment continued. Never far from her sight, her husband talked with the men and listened to the new theories put forth by the younger set... while Lindall watched happy and proud from her vantage point.

Shyvonne MacGregor: As she entered the hall again, she was grasped up and whirled onto the dance floor. Letting out a laugh she danced a few steps around if only to get to the hearth where Lindall was resting. A new glass of wine was plucked from a passing tray before she flopped down in a seat beside her sister. She could see Mark across the room with a group of men, for a moment their eyes met, and she gave him a coy grin before her attention turned to her sister. "The rain clouds have parted Sister, the future looks bright tonight." And then the cup was raised in salute before she took a drink from it.

Lindall MacGregor: "Indeed, it seems as more than rain clouds have parted… your a horrible girl... how could you not tell me?" and eyebrow raised and she tried to look stern and cross but it was hard to control the smile on her face at seeing Shy so happy... why only a few weeks ago, it might have been Shy married to Dublain... for the sake of peace... how differing things could have been ! "I knew about Mark… why did you not trust me with you marriage..?" in truth Lindall would have run interference for Shy, or at least helped more with Robin and Emi had she thought Shy had someplace to be other than her mother’s room each night... she almost felt guilty over the love and adoration she had been gifted by Dublain's gentle hands, thinking of her sister laying in bed with their mother, aching to be with her husband; but then again the minx deserved some discomfort for being a secretive imp.

Shyvonne MacGregor: "I've always been horrible" She chimed as she set the goblet against her knee and leaned forward, her grin waning. "Linny, I was going to tell you and Mother, The King beat me to it." Her fingers rapped against her cup as it slid from her knee and she held it between her palms. "We married... the night Searc died. Had I known Searc would die that night, perhaps I would waited, but I still would have done it afterwards, it just seemed... I did not want his death marred by my defiance, to give him a final slap in the face where he should have only been remembered as Kin. I figured you knew about Mark, it seems a lot of people did, but our marriage was easy to hide in portraying my grief, which was no play, it was as real as it came, but I have made my peace with it. I have to hope Searc would be proud that I defied him, happy even. It is not that I did not trust you Linny, Mark had sent me away and then late at night called for me and it just... happened. Then Searc and I just couldn't, betray Searc memory so soon." She swallowed another mouthful of wine and turned moss green eyes to her sister. "I have your blessing then?"

Lindall MacGregor: "You robbed me of the right for standing up for you." she pouted artfully. "I can't imigine mother is nun to happy for that loss as well... she always wanted to throw you a grand wedding at home. " she scolded her sister slightly... "I saw you go up with her… should I go see to her... is she ok?" her eyes lifted to the direction of the staircase and worry creased her brow… "Yes you have my blessing.. dearheart.. you always do, you so spoiled." she shook her head soflty.. but her mind returned to their mother… "Do you think I should speak to Dublain about her coming to Raasay with us... with you at the Academy... and Searc gone…" the question was left to lie between the sisters...

Shyvonne MacGregor: "Linny, you've stood up for me my whole life and when I was old enough to argue, I stood up for you, though you didn't always know it. You live to much for others my Linny lo, now you must live for you." She reached for her sister’s hand and took it into her own raising her hand to her lips and have Lindall knuckles a kiss. "Mother is fine. She gave me her blessing, besides...I saw Gaius coming around the corner as I was leaving, sneaky old man he is, I suspect he will be in there with her now. Not a good time to interrupt if you know what I mean." She had leaned over to whisper this little secret to her sister and then gave Lindall cheek a kiss before leaning back. Mother in Raasay with Lindall, Shyvonne shook her head. "I would not think she would go, with Chloe as Cheiftain now, I would imagine she would want to stay and help." That was being nice, even if Ivella liked Chloe, Shyvonne suspected she would be like the annoying grandmother you wanted to lock in the water closet, always giving her opinion which was not opinion, but fact and that meant, her way was the right way.

Lindall MacGregor: Lindall's eyes opened wide as Shyvonne whispered the secret and she blushed. "Surely not at their age... I mean... really do you think?" she blinked thinking over all the times that Gaius had been around.. "Noooooo…” it was a conspitritiorial whisper between sisters that erupted into giggles… "Can you imigine.. what wrinkles he must have ?" now a serious fit of laughter broke out enough to cause Dublain to turn and stare at the sisters, a question on his brow before he returned to his manly talks… "Oh good lord... it almost makes me want to go knock on the door... just to see."

Shyvonne MacGregor: Shyvonne face blanched and she gave her sister a disgusted look as if Lindall had just vomited on her shoes. "Linny!" She shrieked and earned her a few looks before the two girls burst out into a fit of giggles and finally Shyvonne shook her head as if erasing the imagine. "I don't want to imagine, I have quiet a fine image in my mind... Speaking of which..." Shyvonne grin dipped and again she gave a coy grin to her husband who had also turned to stare at the women who laughed so loudly after whispering so closely together. Something in her eyes spoke of a joke, not about him, and he ,when he winked at her, her cheeks flushed and her attention went back to Lindall. "You had better stop before you laugh that baby right out of your belly" Shyvonne teased. She did not even notice Mark crossing the room till he was bent beside her and breathing into her ear 'Dance with me'. A knowing look was passed to her sister as she rose from her sit but she paused long enough to give her sisters cheek a kiss, pass her now empty wine goblet off to a passing tray and then disappearing into the dancers with her husband.

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

Adam had his scribe annotate the decision… and with his ring sealed the decision. Turning to the crowd gathered in the court area, he decreed this trial at an end. None knew what the King would say… none, save possibly the Queen. The silent whispers of what the King MIGHT say, turned to cheers… and Adam, who stood on the dais, smiled. The axeman on the stand out in the wood was soon paid and released… his duties in Dun Darroch complete, and none required in Eilean Donan. The accused, now free began to hug and shake hands… Whispers erupted into loud boisterous roar… Adam just sat next to his wife and smiled, taking her hand. “We move in a new direction m’love… Ah pray ta th’ gods Ah made the right decision.”

There was a power in her silence as she watched all of them react in accordance with feeling. When all was said in done, she said nothing until she took his hand with the dismissal of the court of law. The Court of the Griffin, aye, that would be worth returning to. To see people assembled. Little gossips over love, devotion, petty offenses that after this would make her laugh. The strange thing with now seeing to the future and prospects of so many women who came to see her was the sisterhood it formed. There was a young woman who had brushed her hair so Adam could see it as he cherished it most whom she would see well matched. It was time too, to see that Lady Heather might be made as comfortable as Jelenah, Rosalind, or Liliana. She wanted to see the men at practice, see her son among them, and enjoy the banter of a band of brothers. That was where Caldean and Bryce belonged, too. It was time to return to family and friends. To home and hearth. No treasure in the world was worth more than that.

In the city portion of Eilean Donan, and surrounding villages soon came alive with the King’s decision… “God Save the King…God Save the Queen” soon resounded throughout the Waternish peninsula… Messengers, all volunteers, rode in every direction… In the villages, taverns were opened… in the castle proper, servants broke out kegs of ale, mead, and wine… food was hastily prepared in hopes of celebrations unyielding… Servants with trays began to mill about the castle, beginning with the King’s court area first… and outwardly worked their way.

At the decree of the King, Iain’s eyes sprung wide… He was no longer charged with treason… only stupidity… and that he was guilty of… several times over. And at the announcement of Mark and Shyvonne, Iain slowly turned his head to Mark, and smirked… “Sly bastard…” he teased, and nudged him. Mouthing “Congratulations” to his friend. When the shock of the decision and secret marriages, subsided, and realization returned, Iain let out a huzzah… most inappropriate for the setting, but he had dodged death… yet again. Turning, he shook hands with Mark and Dubhlain, then stepped past Mark and embraced Chloestrain. Was that a tear that leaked from his eye…? They were both free… His whisper to her ear… “Lady MacGregor, I love you…” and he kissed her neck.

Moving back a bit, he looked to Lord Raibert and Lady Qynn… “Lord and Lady… I shall use my banishment from courtly duties to discuss the future of the Argyll… if the Lord shall allow me…” and Lord Raibert nodded and bowed a bit… Iain just winked at Lady Qynn… then he took a glass of wine from a passing servant.

Mark slumped in his chair at the King’s decree and the announcement of his marriage to the public… he had lived upon adrenaline for weeks… He had not eaten much in the cell… nor once moved to the room, he continued to resist eating… despite his secret marriage, Shy could not get him to eat… and all excess energy was reserved for her. Now… he was hungry…!!

With Shyvonne moving toward him, he rose and embraced her as she came to him. Lifting her off her feet, he moved to the side and spun her around, ending in a public kiss they had so much tried to hid before.

Music was now playing as artists within the villages flocked to Eilean Donan. Apparanetly it would be days before anything returned to normal.

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

Dublain had never paid attention to his heart, really. It beat, it served its purpose because he was alive. It didn't matter to him that his head might pay forfeit for a sin of state. Blood through the fingertips was no different than water in them when he'd put Carver's head under the loch. He felt the life leave him, the struggle to survive as his blood vessels burst for want of circulation. He watched the color change from the stress. The veins spread out like little pinwheels. He was guilty of treason because the war in which he went as a peacekeeper for the king he turned tail to fight like the MacDonald he was against his own kin. They were good at that, quarreling among themselves. He even fought for the people who lived where he should live, would die where he should die. He was only guilty of a treason he went to with vim. If he was going to die than Dublain mac Dhugal would die undisputed Lord of all he surveyed.

In an agreement over a table with a man that was now dead he agreed to live up to an agreeance he set down with the Lady MacGregor. Marriage was a traditional means to a bloody end. Women went over lines all of the time to secure dynasty, for peace, all prosperity harbored between their thighs and in the womb. Instead of a young woman in spring of life who'd hate him, he had a woman who was in the height of summer. Summer to him had come to be far more beautiful than spring. Summer, that follows close on Autumn's heels. He looked back from the chill of his cold life to see Lindall there in the height of her glory. It was her kindness that saw him fed, clothed, made a Laird again when Dun Darroch only wanted to see a caged animal. Even with her so close, he was ready to die. In a way he liked to believe they saved one another.

He offered his "God save the King n' Queen, long live the Griffin," after the verdict was read. He couldn't say he didn't expect it. Life was not given or taken by their hands though. It was his responsibility to make something out of this unlikely new time he'd been given. As the MacGregor sisters settled to their laughter and talking, he went to find the few of his own people who had come to see him exonerated. All he could do was bow to them. They bowed back. He offered them hands to shake. Turning then, he smiled at his wife. Looked at the fullness of her belly. It was his child he saw there and not the seed of a dead man. He didn't know how much further his eyes would ever open but if he saw nothing else he saw her.

That was good enough.

Raibert was celebrated with vim and vigor. He was young again! Qynn laughed with joy to see her father surrounded by so many good men. His men - her men - their people no longer under heel, but free to live their own lives. She, too, could claim that. Raibert took his daughter by her hands to embrace her. "Nay one has more courage than ye, n' nay one could tell me otherwise." The old man lifted his daughter as if she were still a little girl, spinning her round and round for all the hall to see "To the Lady of Waternish!"

It was her turn to be as Spring in the midst of so much creeping fog. Leaves would fall from trees. Winter snow to come but they would only bloom with such brightness a to challenge the order of things. He shouted it again. She protested "Da, stop it!" Yet how could she keep him from doing what he pleased when he wondered if he'd ever have all of his children again? None of the gray hair could compete with the steel-sharp brightness in his old mirthful eyes. He saw some of it reflected in his daughter. A lifted chin, smiling face. He would have died there happy. A rousing chorus of his cheer came with lifted cup held high. Qynn curtsied. When she looked down for just an instant she almost expected to see the worn old clothes she'd worn in Dun Darroch. Instead, it was a beautiful dress of the best wool shaded like the pale blush of an apple. It's laces of true dark red move up the bodice, along the vambraces she favored to sleeves. Why not? He had fetched a chemise of Irish quality. Her father had lavished his children with what they never thought to have. This was who she was now. Not the clothes, but the quality. The spirit of it. Whole. Rich. Complete. "To the sons of Waternish!" Her brothers lifted their cups, slapping one anothers backs. If she could , like her father, freeze a moment, it would be that. All of them carousing. All of them princes in her mind. "The sons o' Waternish desire tae dance with their sister!" "Let them not wait!"

To long on the edges of life, she dove in to the thick of it. The brothers all made a line that she wove in and out of on spry little feet. Even as other women came to join her she would have a turn with each brother, spinning the fastest, dancing the longest. For once her smile shone like an exploding star who's light never died. On earth men could not tell a star's death for the light kept going on. The Argylls were that way, and now that they basked in the restoration of old light the combined force of their joy dwarfed many stars together. Raibert joined his sons, his daughter. These were the days of gold.

"Now tha' the king has delivered his verdict, will his Majesty deem fit to dance?" How far they had come.

From the chair next to the Queen, the King, her husband released one hand, only to stand and bow before her. One hand extended to her and smiled. “I am fit to dance and drink… to be merry once more… Would her Majesty accompany a poor servant as I to the floor?” He remained bowed until she answered.

How far they had come, is right. In a mere four years, the Griffin realm had expanded three fold, and gained influence in as many continents… And here at home, times were changing… At the ripe age of near forty, the boyish King took his beloved wife and Queen upon the dance floor. Others parted ways until the two began their myriad of steps in the folk dance of the Celts… then swiftly took their places to join in the King and Queen in the dance. And the boyish King got the chance, he pulled a pin in her hair, only to watch the golden trusses fall below shoulder length… and yet another pin was pulled the next time she passed that would release her golden locks to full length… The grin he now sported was met by another… and another… as he spun about slowly, only to add fancy-footwork to the dance…

It would be Laird Iain Robertson, who would approach the King, and hold out a mug of honey-mead… a quick bow and a caloused hand took the handle as if he were an expert drinker… Adam held no qualms about his decision… knowing that Iain and Chloe would return to court within six months… or less… should the King, or Queen, deem it necessary.

[Sir Kendrew Campbell]

Liliana and Kendrew Campbell

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Lord Campbell

Kendrew listened to his King give the verdict, he watched the face of the Queen at his side saying nothing much for he said it all well enough. It was strange that so much tension, so much pomp, could disolve so quickly as when the shackles constricting everyone were cut off in the saying of the word freedom. Turning his gaze behind him now to the people he wondered if he, too, could find a reason to be happy other than through the vicarious emotion of others. It had not been an easy summer. The children would simply be happy to never listen to the harsh words of elder constituates again, to return to their innocence. The Campbells had an odd place in these affairs; he bore witness for the sake of other men while he bid his family stand beside the royalty in a time when solidarity was everything, but they weren't on trial, were they? Half smile formed as he walked through the crowd, recieving a laugh with one man or a slap on the back of thick, excited hands. He had brokered great agreements with proclaimed great men of which he was supposed to be one of them. Was he really? His mind went back to the beginnings of these times when he watched men go down to infamy for the sake of their king, a cause he rightly found in favor of..yet..his own infamy with his family. How did that fair? He flexed his hands, admittedly stiffer since holding the sword in Kyleakin, healing. How had healed his marriage - did it mend - the peace between them aloted for smiles, for bits of affection but he was still left to wonder if with his sword he had cleaved far more. In doing his duty was there a selfish thread in it? The Guardian felt the long shadow of life's evening over him. He accepted a mug of ale from a passing tray




Lady Campbell

Time seemed to hang in the balance as all in the crowd awaited the King's verdict. At his side stood Beathag, whose Liliana's attentive gaze was focused on, looking regal and beautiful. She couldn't imagine what was going through their mind as they stood ready to announce their decision on the lives of those on trial. She'd grown close to both Chloestrain and Dublain in the time that they'd been in Struan. The troubles in her marriage was soothed by the company of those two, and after fleeing to Eilean Donan she'd made it a point to visit them more. Chaos had made her miss Kendrew, fear for his life once again, after they'd arrives safely at the castle yet even once he'd arrived...they'd had little time to really speak. Every time they were together it was with the children at hand. Needing to know their Father was safe. Adam's voice drew the woman from maudlin thoughts to the events at hand. Drawing a deep breath, feeling as though breathing was impossible, the declaration came for each so swiftly. It wasn't until the last free was spoken that the crowd burst into cheers and Liliana was able to properly breathe again.

Events such as these made Liliana wonder just how foolish the fight with Kendrew had been. The reasons behind it though were selfish, a bit, on her part even though they couldn't be helped. She needed to know her husband wasn't going to run off to fight again and would be there for his family...for his clan. People needed Kendrew just as much as other clans needed their Lairds except that in this case Kendrew didn't truly have an heir and there was no others qualified to lead. Not at present. Morgan was only a babe and Roric too young a child, and Liliana...well she wasn't qualified. Who then would be responsible for the clan? And who would be the Father figure in young Roric and little Morgan's lives? Who would protect Glenna and Kylie from overzealous clansmen? Moving through the crowded room, dancing have begun, mocha eyes searched heads for one specific one. Upon sighting it, she began to weave her way along, spinning here and there to dodge in an artful way hinting at old dancing ability that made ebony braid swing and dress swirl.

Liliana needed to talk with her husband. They needed to mend their marriage or...see if it could be. Had it been damaged more than either realized? Oh Lord, please, let things be well...


Lord Campbell


Life wasn't was plain to read as the reflection inside of a cup of ale. He stopped staring at the substance and started to drink. Good, rich brew no doubt made by good, hearty people. Sometimes it was hard to consider himself one of them. The world in which he lived had changed so drastically that it was only an illusion he accepted it all with good will. The day where he renounced the Bruce lived on in the infamy of his head; he had torn the mantle from his shoulders, spit on it. When he was in Windmill Hill he had never told anyone that a tiny, tiny part of him felt like it wanted to die. It died when he saw the Bruce cutting parts of the land he had given everything to save. The man who was exocommuincated along with all of Scotland seeking peace by sharing with the enemy what he had rightly given away. A man could live heartbroken the rest of his life and never tell a soul. He loved his Griffin, just as much as he still had a subject's love for the man who knighted him at Bannockburn. Then down to Dumfries, burning Dumfries where people with a care for the name given helped him, lauded him, and offered him a place in the world his father had left. An intention to serve had become a God-given duty to lead. To this day he knew that the man named Neil who once wanted to see him lauded would meet him face to face. He wasn't supposed to be a Chieftain. Neil recognized the sept now, barely, given they paid him some reverance as the man was due who sat in Loch Awe. Today the people effected by twisted circumstances were free. He celebrated for them, beside them, but not in true spirit with them.

What is a man without a sword in his hand? His reasons for going to Kyleakin were just, the motive pure, yet he could not deny he felt better in the company of fellows ready to defend, to die for a cause, than living with the shadows experienced when he had no sword to lift. Now that duty was done it was time to share these things with his wife. If he still had one. She knew what he was when she married him but a man could only ask so much of any one woman. He lifted his cup again to Dublain. Another person serving as a reflection of what could come from constant turmoil. Only a few years older by birth, Dublain looked ten years older than the Guardian. He was given a chance to cherish something other than conflict. Men cut their teeth on steel.

The Guardian knew more than steel but it was in a way easier for him than the world of lifted banners over halls. Of names. Music played as people began to move in time to it. Stomping their feet, clapping their hands


Lady Campbell

Twirl. Spin. Dip. That was the movements of those moving around Liliana at present. Dancing was in full swing and moving to avoid being bumped seemed to cause a mimicking of movements from the Lady Campbell. Everytime mocha eyes caught sight of that familiar face it seemed to disappear in a blink. Clearly Kendrew was on the move. Finally escaping the crowded floor, that had become a dance floor in essence, lips drew in a breath of relief as body raised on tiptoe to find in which direction he'd moved. "Where did that man get off to now?" It was important, vital even, that they have a chance to finally talk. Their personal life needed to be mended. (d)


Lord Campbell

Up. Down. Arms with fingers interlaced made bridges for couples to go beneath as chains of bodies emerged to form other figures. Circles round, lines long. Formation after formation. Beginning to end the Campbells cycled through peoples expression of joy at what was indeed the end of a trial. If it was so for them Kendrew didn't know, but overhearing the ladies proclamation pass her mouth, one of the Argylls assisted. "Wish you a dance with your lord, m'lady? I saw him go just around there, and up through the end! Think he was lookin for a quiet corner!" Good luck finding that! The woman was off again sooner rather than later to be danced away. He was walking but bid them good cheer with a half hearted smile (d)

Lady Campbell

A quiet corner. Useless directions given most kindly. One corner of Liliana's lips lifted as a shake of head was given. There were hundreds, if not thousands!, of corners to be found in this place. It was not a one room cottage. Turning to head off in the general direction that the woman pointed before twirling away into the crowd made Liliana feel rather confused. It was as though she were on the hunt for her own husband. A dance they both played out unknowingly...hunter searching for prey...and Liliana suspected that the prey was winning. Another turn gave a brief spotting of a form that'd been touched lovingly by the hand that lifted in attempted wave to catch his eye. "Kendrew!" Soft voice raised to be heard over the crowd and the music, almost fruitlessly, as Liliana pushed forward more quickly. (d)


Lord Campbell

"Will you not join Lord Campbell? I heard that the Campbells are good at such things!" He shook his head to decline, laughing heartily with only half of his heart in it. When he was in a mood to think speech became secondary but he didn't expect them to know that.Liliana, would, though. His eyes scoured the crowd for a glimpse of her only to find her not among the dancing. Indeed, he saw his children enjoying the tunes as children a want to do. Where was she? "Kendrew!" He heard the voice bridging the gap between his desire and emptiness to be filled. "Liliana?" He called out, but finding more people in his way. More ale, more cider. No wife! "Liliana!" (d)


Lady Campbell

"Please do excuse me." Body ducked under an arm. "Oh, good sir, that was your foot! I do apologize..." One hand pressed to mouth as face blushed prettily at having stepped on some poor man's injured foot. Liliana had caught the sound of Kendrew's voice and was not wont to wander away from it. Instead it seemed that her footsteps sought to guide her in that direction as people seemed intent on keeping them apart. As if some humorous game fate played using those filling the space as pawns. Finally mocha eyes locked on a face that brought relief. The hunt could finally be over! Moving closer, dodging an amorous couple, Liliana sighed,"Kendrew...you've led me on a merry chase. Is this revenge for the day we married?" (d)



Lord Campbell

Turning and twisting was getting him no where! The huge man growled his discontent enough to appear a displeased bear. People cleared a way for him (at least it had some advantage) where at last he could see what was coming towards him. For the first time that day he laughed, really laughed! Liliana was doing her damnest to avoid the crush of bodies in merry display save for the poor foot offended by her step. "Tis only a little weight," he told the man across the way "Stout sir like ye can take it." Thegame of fate ended when the pair of playing pieces were brough together from across the vast board. Soon the man's discontent was replaced with mirth. The empty space filled up save for that which equaled a quiet corner - or something close - as they had made it outside of the great hall. "Merry chase aye? Twas not my intention, Lily, but perhaps God has a sense of humor in his retribution." A tentative hand reached up, pulling hair from out of her eyes. (d)


Lady Campbell

Mirth was a welcome replacement to all the emotions the two had been dealing with of late. Liliana welcome its rippling warmth and the way it made her feel as though the blood flowing through her veins was laced with bubbles. Lips curved wider until the smile reached her eyes and lit them with joy. Out of the crush, able to feel the cool air once again, Liliana murmured,"Perhaps that is so." Neck tilted upward to aid his hand in removing the veil of ebon hair that now blocked her view. The braid had come loose until the ribbon vanished during the merry chase. "Ah, husband, it seems that today is one for laughter and joy, and dancing, and yet I search for you only to speak. What a dull wife you have." Liliana's face never lost the glow offered by the smile on her lips. (d)


Lord Campbell

"Aye me, and you have no husband who will chastize ye for not turning around in yon fine hall in celebration of those who are freed and the end of these times. He will instead stand somber and save all of his mirth for his wife, whom claims she is far more dull." The other hand combed through until they met inside the soft streams of brown. "Your husband objects not to your lack of dancing, but that you would ever say you were dull. You have not lost your wit's edge nor beauty,not by any means." He pulled hand sthrough hair until they reached the curves at either end of her waist. For a long time he allowed the night air to speak of harvests, autumn, of moving forward with the march of time. So they too could do the same thing, leaving spring and summer's folly to be forgotten. "What would you speak to me of?" (d)



Lady Campbell

"Ah dull of mind is what you speak of, husband. That I know I have not lost for you ever keep me on my toes. Yet I have lost the zeal to turn about this hall as though all is well in the world when my mind is weighted heavily. Do you yet wish for one of those beauties lacking of wit presented years before? One who would not cause such trouble and keep tongue in cheek?" Liliana would not object to the play of his hands through silky strands. She'd never been of a mind that her husband owned her body as if property, but instead viewed it that he did so as she'd chosen to give it to him. Kendrew's hands could touch where he chose and never hear a word of complaint for she loved it so. Touches that displayed affection, passion, and love. Leaning closer to wind arms about his waist, she murmured gently,"I wish to speak of our marriage. To see if the fabric of it can be mended as easily as I mend your shirts." (d)


Lord Campbell

"Oh, many a lord who rues the coming of these days cherishes all the more a wife who is mute of speech, fair of face, and concerns herself only with needlework and prayer. If I had wished such a wife I had many years to obtain one. i should like to think, Liliana, that God kept me alone so many years in preperation for the coming of you." A lord could have his wife as chattle like the other possessions his status acquired for him. He never viewed her a thing to keep, never a doll to have primmed on display. Absent touches became fused with true intention as he set to memorizing what he had not known for weeks. He couldn't remember a time when he had been on the island that either had willingly not made love to the other. It pained him, that either by old anger or by not seeking to mend the rift himself he had forgotten the beauty of form. By not speaking he had also forgotten the beauty of her voice. Comfort contained in a wish to mend things brought him to smile before closing his eyes, "Liliana. I think it is. I think I was as much a fool as you, for not seeking to do it sooner, but men are poor threaders of needles." (d)



Lady Campbell

"It pleases me greatly that a wife who acts only as a doll is not desired. I could never be that, husband. Unladlylike it may be considered to speak my mind, to have opinions, and to do as I please yet I cannot change that." Neither had touched nor talked in too many weeks to think on. Unusual for the both of them was it not to make love before falling asleep in each other's arms. Yet it seemed that the anger tearing them apart had been stronger than the desire that neither had truly been able to sate, and likely never would, since acknowledging their love. One hand lifted to stroke fingers along Kendrew's cheek. "Aye, husband, men are a poor threader of needles. Though I'm not much better I admit. For all my skill with a needle it seems that I'm inept at mending the one rift that is most important of all. Though this is not a matter we can just fix by mere touch or simple words. We will have to talk, Kendrew." Liliana didn't want to have this issue arise again. She didn't want to go this long without knowing her husband in the ways only a wife should. Even more than that though was yearned for the mere simple hours of watching him read to the children while she sewed or laughing during a quiet walk. Their moments of tender affection. "This is not a fight I desire to repeat again." (d)


Lord Campbell

"I never wanted that Liliana, I only wanted you as you came to me from the keeping of Her Grace to my arms." He smiled at her as if looking at her for the first time. In a way, it was. The first time in over a season when he saw the light dance in her eyes amidst a flurry of color from the reflecion of the world. Nearly transfixed, were what she was saying not so important he would have feigned a boyish trait of not listening for being infront of a pretty face. The marriage they shared was not based on face as face changes with time to become fallow of what was firm. He could not even keep the company of his sons and daughters without them knowing the world was set a'tilt by their indifference to find a resolution. When anger subsided, that indifference if not fear of a difference kept them from keeping a bed, from being more than cordial, and only lightly laughing as if strangers instead of wed for years. When she touched his face, he based softly. Closing his eyes he turned his face in the direction of gentle palm. It had been so long, so very long. Could she see how much he missed her? "No," he murmured opening his eyes when his own voice broke the spell, "I do nay want to do that either. I never want to feel miles from you when you are beside me, these months could have been years to me, Liliana. But I know now that things change, they always change." He put his large hand at the small of her back to guide her beyond the party to the corridor beyond the great hall. Of all the places to find quiet, here it was. Men are creatures made of pride, but he dismantled his now. "You are young n' fair. Years before you yet to live, and I many before me but ye have by half more time to learn the error of your ways. I do not. Liliana -- I have learned to be a man complete, yet for all of it I am no less of what I was before. For all that I have been given, I would give myself, never having regreted a day. You do not wish that after having it taken near so early. Your heart arrested in your chest. I do not want your pain, or you to think of me in longing for fear you can not shield me from death, nor that I will not see our children grow or Lara marry again. Or the clan flourish. These are my responsibilities as well as my honors. I will look to them with relish of each day. It is only that..to see what had befallen, there is but a way we have known, men such as myself, to solve it. By our swords. By our vows to king. I had honorable reasons on which to go. But I am not a fool enough to know all of them were all that was. There may be death, and fear, but I can not tell you what I have gained in brotherhood, or honor, or worth, beneath a banner. We were nothing but humble farmers left of a life that my father no longer deemed was ours to have. I returned to that life but believe he would have been proud of his son, of both of his sons and he sits with Roric now at peace. I hear it in my heart, feel it in my soul. Drums. The chants of the line, the day of a setting sun where we are victorious. A part of me will always miss those days. For a little.but a precious little I saw men who cast aside their names to do duty beyond it. They defended the realm from the advance of evil. For Carver McDonald was that. In that same battle I watched Dublain kill his own nephew with no remorse. My son stole away. Pride I have in him for that is what men do yet we are in a world now where he might have what I did not have." He sat down on a barrel left aside, drawing her near. "A choice. Of what to do and when to be, his time of fosterage is coming near. I was not so fostered in a goodly house. I cut all the remainder of my teeth from his age onward in battle. It is no place for a child, with this choice he needn't go there unprepared nor too soon. He is of age now to become a squire, but he needn't bleed so hard at the task so young. He is only thirteen yet. Yet so much of his true father in him. More than I can ever tell you." He looked up at her, "Do you understand, wife? I will not trouble your heart again. Yet it will never be in me to let goodly men suffer or be an agent of the King I so love, that I..cast aside the Bruce for. I am not young but his house is so young. I know that all of my reasons were not as noble as every intention, and for this I apologize to you. Even facing your wrath I should have told you, not commanded. Even in bringing you hear..I led you as a man leads his house yet.. I had already thought perhaps it mattered not. I wondered if your love for me had died in Kyleakin much as some of the feeling in my sword arm has died. I am not so old as other men in times before me who fought until they were truly grey, but I am not so young as the likes of those in their prime. Brom may concede to me yet, he may for all intent take up this mantle as he should, I will train them always but I can not follow where they go. I know that. I do miss my brothers. Drynoch has so few of them, so few faces that I know. That is the way of the world. Yet I go on to better things now, so I pray, so long as you will have me." (d)


Lady Campbell

As they wandered farther away from the festivities it allowed for quiet to ensue. Seemingly a cozy spot for the both to find some peace and solitude, and to figure out what would come of their lives. For their sake as well as that of their children. Young though they may be the children of Campbell were far more intelligent than most would give credit. Even little Morgan, still yet a babe, seemed to pick up on the emotions between Mother and Father. They'd been through much in the years of their marriage and prior to that even, and had survived it. Except nothing had been as...intense an issue as this particular argument. "Young and fair I may be, Kendrew, as my years are far less than yours though in many respects I am older than given credit. I have been through much in such years. Love was not something I expected find. A dream given to me in the form of a family that I'd always wanted here in Skye. I understood who you were when I chose to give you my heart and become your wife..." Liliana had taken careful stock of his words, not interrupting for fear of halting the flow of conversation. Hands clasped behind her back, head tilted upwards, as they stood speaking as though the only two occupants of Eilean Donan. Though now that it was her turn to speak it seemed almost harder to compile the words. Mocha eyes lowered briefly,"Perhaps I have not been accepting as I've tried to be. Yet it is hard to know you have gone off to fight...not knowing if you'll even return to me. Kendrew, it is selfish and I acknowledge that fact. You are an honorable man that I am pleased to call my husband. A protector of innocents, loyal to those he loves, and responsible where your duties are concerned. I know these men, uncaring of name, went off to fight- to keep Skye untainted by the spread of evil, but I could not bare...to stay and wait again. Now it is not only myself that I have to think of. There are the children, your sister and mother, and a clan that depends on you. What would become of it all, of us, if you were to die in battle. I could not...bear the thought of even that. When you went into retirement I thought it meant that you were done and then when...you decided to go...I reacted poorly." Shame flowed through Liliana in waves. Cheap shots had been taken at Kendrew during their argument and the spats that followed afterward. "What of now, though? Will this be your last, husband? Or will the need to ride with your brothers into battle call once again? You have grown older, but it does not mean that you are dead nor useless. I can imagine that it feels that way only being able to train men to send onto the field. You are leader of a clan, with people that depend on you, and a Father, and a friend to a Queen and King who would still take council from you if need called. You tend the land at Drynoch and see to the needs of your family, and that makes you far more useful than you realize. My love for you will never die, Kendrew. We have been through too much for that to ever happen." The thought of Roric fostering, going away from home, saddened Liliana except she would not argue it. This was something that was not to be argued- it had been done for ages and was expected of a Chieftain's son to be sent away for fostering. All that Liliana could do is hope her husband would let her have a say in the matter.


Lord Campbell

"It will be the last time I give of myself in seeking it, there may come a time when the choice is nill. When there is truly such a need that I can not say know but my honor can not be my clan's weakness. I did not set out for this, and like you may have said or done things poorly," barking at her to accept all with no reprieve as if he had never wanted to hear her mind stayed with him, cycling in his head over and over again. "I will, when we return home, bring answer to those questions. God forbid that you may ever have to live those answers, but I want it not said it was not prepared for. Roric is still too young, and Morgan younger still. Our daughters shall have their dowry prepared, and all will be writ, set to seal so that you may never worry on such things." How much use was he? He carved a life for his family and others from the whim of a little accolade from Loch Awe. He made a poor tanist or any man of merit for Neil yet succeeded at being a royal, loyal burr in his side. "You reacted as any woman that was told of what she need ne'er worry over come to haunt her again. It will, again, be the last time I self seek it, but if the need is great we will sit, we will discuss it and I will not leave you in such ill ways ever again. And you are right. Much goes on in our home and our lives that makes it rich. It is not only me now, and I am glad for that. It still takes a man at times more to become used to it." He guided her closer, as close as she could come to him. Gently he kissed her forehead, the temple, and then her mouth.

*The End