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  “I’m so glad you like it. Many of my favorite places lie along this path. Would you like to see them?”

  “Certainly. Where will you take me first?”

  “To the selkie’s grave.”

  “Are selkies not water creatures? Why would anybody dig a grave for one?”

  From her saddle the girl leaned closer to Jessamyn. “’Tis a watery grave, and marked only by the selkie’s footprints. ’Tis the footprints that keep the selkie’s soul tethered to earth. On moonless nights ’tis said that the selkie will hunt anyone unlucky enough to be near in hope of stealing that person’s soul and imprisoning it here in her place, so the selkie can be set free.”

  “That’s a fascinating legend. Are you not afraid?”

  “Nae, ’tisna now a moonless night.” The girl grinned. “To get there we must take the lower path.”

  Jessamyn sighted along the line of Artis’s pointing finger. Their current track followed a shallow decline before splitting, one branch descending through a break in the cliff face, the other ascending then disappearing into a stand of pines.

  She cast a quick glance back to make sure Maeve and Dougal were in sight.

  They’d fallen farther behind, but the glance was enough to assure Jessamyn that the couple was behaving properly.

  With Artis leading the way, Jessamyn guided her mount down a sharp rocky incline to a thin curve of beach. With the tide ebbing, they traveled along the curve for quite some distance.

  “Artis, stop.” Becoming concerned about the distance they traveled and the problems occurring when the tide returned, Jessamyn reined in her own mount.

  Artis followed suit. “Why?”

  “How much further is this watery grave?”

  “See that headland?” The girl pointed a few yards away where the cliff jutted outward cutting off the beach.

  “Yes.”

  “Well, you canna see it because of the shadows, but the grave is at the base of the cliff just back from the point.”

  “You mean where the waves seem to disappear straight into the rock before rushing back out to sea?”

  Artis nodded. “Right.”

  Jessamyn looked back but did not see Maeve or Dougal. She gauged the distance from the start of the path at the top of the cliff to what must be a cave. Since she and Artis were nearly at their destination, they should have sufficient time to see the cave and return safely. She shook her head over the dawdling sweethearts. By the time she and Artis returned to the cliff top, the couple should have caught up with them. “All right. Lead on.”

  The cave was much larger than Jessamyn had imagined, so they guided their mounts through small waves until they were well inside.

  “Here,” Artis indicated a dry patch near the far wall. “The selkie’s footprints are easy to see.”

  Jessamyn halted Persia beside Artis’s mount. A trail of footprints frozen in rock started near a wall of broken stone and led straight into the sea.

  “Amazing.” Who made the trail? How had the prints existed for any amount of time without being washed away? Those questions would doubtless never be answered. But perhaps Artis could supply other information. They were not so far from Dungarob keep as the crow flies. What if this cave was the clan’s escape route? Would not Edward like to know that? Though could she give such information to her godfather when the end result would bring harm to people she was coming to like? Maybe she’d not tell Edward.

  “Does this cave go back very far?”

  “It does go very deep into the earth. I’ve even heard stories of a secret entrance into our keep’s dungeons. However, I’ve never been down here long enough to find out for certain. Raeb doesna like for me to come here, and he willna allow me near the dungeons.”

  Jessamyn blanched. “You should have told me. He must think it unsafe.”

  “He does.” The girl nodded. “If I told you then you would no have allowed me to show you the selkie’s grave.”

  “No, I would not have. Come, let us leave now.” It was extremely careless not to question the girl more closely before coming here. Perhaps such neglect would aid in convincing Raeb MacKai that Jessamyn Du Grace would not suit him as a wife.

  “But—”

  “No. I’ll brook no objections. I believed you to be my friend, and you deceived me. That was unkind in you.” Her conscience twinged. She deceived the girl’s entire clan but chastised Artis for doing the same. No matter how Jessamyn tried to convince herself it was for a higher purpose, she knew her lies would require much penance.

  Artis bowed her head. “I’m sorry.”

  “Let us leave. Then neither of us need be sorry.”

  The girl lifted her head and caught Jess’s gaze. “Very well.”

  They turned their mounts and retraced their steps. As they approached the spot where the path had split, the shadows told her that noon had come and gone.

  “Jessamyn,” Artis shifted in her saddle. “You willna tell Raeb that I led you here, will you?”

  “I’ll not lie to him for you. You should tell him yourself. However, neither shall I volunteer our adventures to him.”

  “Thank you.” The girl smiled and urged her mount upward.

  When Jessamyn gained the top of the path she looked about for Maeve and Dougal, but the couple had disappeared.

  Where could they be? Worried, Jessamyn caught her lower lip in her teeth. “Artis, do you have any idea where your sister and Dougal went?”

  The girl swiveled her head, taking in the surrounding landscape. “They mustna have seen us go down to the beach. I’ll wager they rode on ahead through the wood toward our holding’s northernmost border.”

  It was logical, but Jessamyn could not help worrying. When she and Artis had disappeared from view, Dougal, if not Maeve, should have had the good sense to look for their companions or at least wait for them. “Very well, let us search for them in that direction.”

  They set their mounts in motion and were entering the pine wood when a thunder of hooves sounded behind them just beyond the cliff rise.

  Jessamyn ordered Artis to a halt with her in the shadows.

  Two riders crested the rise at a gallop, and Jessamyn let out a breath she had not realized she’d been holding. The lead horse was unmistakably Raeb MacKai’s dappled stallion.

  As the riders approached, the baron’s large form became distinguishable. He sat his steed well—his broad shoulders square, his back straight. His thigh muscles gripped his horse with impressive strength, and his hips shifted in the saddle with a flexibility that bespoke other, more intimate skills.

  She and Artis emerged from the trees, and Raeb slowed, holding up a hand to indicate that the rider with him should follow suit. He did not look like a happy man. Why was she not pleased to see him discomfited?

  CHAPTER FIVE

  “How nice that you could join us, Baron MacKai.”

  Raeb listened with increasing anger to the chilly, if polite, greeting from his betrothed. She all but stuck her nose in the air.

  Artis rode over to him and gave him a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here, brother.”

  He raised a brow. “You may wish I’d nae come if I find you were down at the selkie’s grave.”

  Artis hung her head but glanced up from under her lashes, a sly smile curving her lips. “Well, we did go there. I had to show Jessamyn the grave.”

  “So that was your excuse. My betrothed has no need to visit dangerous caves.” He replied to Artis but fixed his gaze on Jessamyn as he advanced his horse until his face was a hand’s breadth from hers. “She is a grown woman who should know better than to allow a child to lure her into carelessness with fanciful tales.”

  The lady’s eyes widened with innocence. The fine tremors of her hands on the rein belied her disinterest. Sensitive to her rider’s mood, the mare shifted her stance.

  “Where are Dougal and Maeve?” Raeb accused, hoping his tone and the abrupt change of topic would crack her calm facade.

  She didn’t
flinch, forming a courteous smile that came nowhere near her eyes. “I’ve not the slightest idea. Perhaps your men are in the habit of abandoning their duty. I’ve not been at Dungarob long enough to know what degree of obedience you expect. Certes if the captain of your guard and your sisters are any example, you place little value on compliant behavior.”

  Raeb’s jaw clenched. How dare she accuse him of … of … He wasn’t certain what, but the accusation stung. She was wrong, of course. He prized obedience from his men, his sisters, and his entire clan. But he couldna deny that recent events gave a different impression.

  “Your estimate of what I value is no relevant. What is important is that you allowed an innocent young woman to ride off alone with a hardened soldier.”

  “He is the captain of your guard. You entrusted him with the care of all of us. And I’ve no way of knowing how innocent Maeve is.”

  “Do you dare insult my sister?” The icy glower he sent Jessamyn was meant to give her pause and no little fear.

  Beside them, Artis frowned.

  “Not at all. The few encounters I‘ve had with her gave me to think her a fairly level- headed young woman with high spirits and a good sense of humor.”

  Unlike her brother. The lady had not said the words, but she was thinking them. He could see it in her wide-eyed smirk. If they had not been surrounded by people he would have kissed the expression from her face and given her something much more interesting to think about. Naught was going as he planned. He couldn’t afford these distractions, especially with the sacrifice he must ask of his sisters weighing on his mind.

  “If any harm has come to Maeve, I shall hold you responsible. Now please return to the keep with all possible haste.”

  “But I want to show Jessamyn the faerie stones and the druids’ caldron,” protested Artis, who’d ridden close during his confrontation with Lady Du Grace.

  He swallowed his anger and gentled his expression before turning to his sister. “Another time. I’ve an important matter to discuss with all my sisters that requires you to return home, now.”

  “Very well.”

  Raeb spoke briefly with his guardsman then turned back to Jessamyn.

  “My lady, Artis, I beg you say naught of separating from Maeve and Dougal to anyone.”

  “Yes, brother.”

  Jessamyn nodded.

  “Good. Now go with Sir Cedric. He will guide you safely back to the keep. I shall look for Dougal and Maeve.”

  “You are sure you would not like our help?”

  ’Twas the first sincere sounding statement Jessamyn had made since he’d caught up with them. Was she genuinely concerned for his sister’s honor and only displeased with him personally? That would fit with her behavior at dinner last night. ’Twas no reason to change his treatment of her, so he rode on without giving a response.

  Secure in the knowledge that the women would be safely escorted, Raeb followed the faint path into the trees. If Dougal and Maeve wanted privacy, they would have had to go this way. He knew the wood as well as any MacKai and better than his sister, who had always been more interested in flirting and her appearance than her surroundings. However, he had shared most of his adventures in these woods with Dougal. They’d been fast friends for longer than they’d been baron and man-at-arms. If anyone could hide in the forest, that person would be Dougal. The one advantage Raeb had was Dougal didn’t know he was being pursued. He had no reason to make any effort to hide his trail.

  Looking for signs of horses passing, Raeb slowed. At the sound of hooves from behind, he halted and turned in his saddle. Against his expressed orders, Jessamyn Du Grace approached at a graceful canter. Mounted on the white mare, the lady made a beautiful vision with her rosy cheeks and her hair a glowing stream in the breeze. But much as he admired the picture she made and her easy movement atop her mount, he frowned.

  “Why do you no return to Dungarob keep?” he gritted out from between his teeth.

  “You may not be concerned over your sister’s feelings at her brother finding her alone with a man, but I am. I will accompany you. My presence will help to keep the peace and give her comfort when she realizes how angry she has made you.”

  “And you think your disobedience will make me less angry?”

  “No, but my father often spoke of using a special tactic during his crusade with my godfather before Edward came to the throne. Father called it divide and conquer. Your anger is now divided between me, your sister, and your man, Dougal. Thus your anger will have been conquered and will fail to cause much damage.”

  He stared at her, astonished that she’d given her actions so much thought. His sisters were nothing if not impulsive; a thoughtful woman was a new experience. If Jessamyn plotted so carefully over her actions in a few moments, what had she dreamed up as she traveled north on that ship? Was she deliberately trying to provoke him? If so, to what purpose? Had Edward Plantagenet set her to spy on his supposed ally?

  She sat her horse and smiled calmly, waiting.

  Raeb glared at her then turned away, kneeing his courser into motion. The bothersome woman was as disobedient and stubborn as all his sisters together. If he’d had another man with him, he would have given the guard orders to escort Lady Du Grace directly to her room in the keep or risk his wrath. However, the only one available to escort his irritating betrothed was himself. Rescuing his sister from disgrace and her own foolishness was more important. He’d have to put up with the Englishwoman until Maeve was safe and he’d dealt with Dougal. First he’d lay down the law and make certain neither his sister nor his man would have another opportunity to behave rashly. Then he’d make certain Jessamyn Du Grace, too, understood the hazards of defying his wishes.

  They walked for some time with Raeb checking the ground to be certain he had not lost the trail. The trees to their right cleared, showing glimpses of a trout stream burbling over rocks. He kept well away from the steep bank until a high-pitched giggle rose over the water’s noise. Aha! Now he knew exactly where Dougal had taken Maeve. Raeb urged his mount to walk faster, noting that his companion followed suit.

  The trees grew sparse, and the land sloped downward to end in a spit that jutted out into the stream. There near the water’s edge sat Dougal, chewing on a blade of grass and staring at Maeve. Skirt hiked above her knees, she waded shin deep in the burn. She was bent over laughing, moving her hands in the water near a spot where the bank overhung the stream. A spot that Raeb knew was perfect for tickling trout. If her disarray was not bad enough, her position presented her backside and a great deal of exposed leg to Dougal’s view. So absorbed were the couple that they didn’t notice they had company.

  Raeb paused a moment to attempt to restrain his anger then drove his horse at a gallop straight into the water. He bent sideways in the saddle and plucked his sister from the stream onto the high, broad pommel before wheeling his courser to face Dougal.

  The captain of the Dungarob guard stood, sword drawn, mouth agape.

  Jessamyn reined in her mount at the bottom of the slope.

  Raeb trained his gaze on the man he’d called friend for most of his life. “I should slay you where you stand for neglecting your duty and placing my sister’s life at risk. You drew your blade too late. Had I been an enemy I would be half a league from here, and you still waving that weapon about. By the time you gained your saddle I’d be so far away you’d have no hope of catching me even if you could find my trail. Maeve’s honor if no her life would be in shreds.”

  Dougal dropped his head to his chest and his blade to the ground. “Aye, my lord MacKai. You are right. I beg you forgive my carelessness.”

  Raeb kneed his mount into a walk until he reached a spot between his betrothed and his captain, where he attempted to set Maeve on the ground. However, she twisted in his arms and beat on his chest while dangling above the earth.

  “You beast, do no dare blame Dougal. ’Tis my fault entirely. He wanted to go back and look for Artis and Jessamyn, but I gave him no
peace until he let me wade in the stream. When he became impatient I sought to tease him into kissing me by tickling trout.”

  “Foolish girl. How is it you learned to tease a man in such a way for such a reason? You never came with me when I invited you to go fishing, and certes, I would no have included anything about kissing,” he shouted. He pointed a finger at Dougal. “Did he instruct you? What else did you learn from him? Must I kill my best friend for being alone with you long enough to teach you things only a husband should teach?”

  “’Twas Artis who taught me to fish. I thought up the rest on my own,” Maeve continued to push against him.

  “Unhand her,” Dougal yelled. He rushed to steady her precarious position. “She’ll fall if you dinna leash your temper.”

  Well trained, his courser stood its ground, only tossing its head and flattening its ears to show how much it disliked the madness of humans.

  “Dinna touch my sister.”

  “Silence,” Jessamyn bellowed.

  Raeb’s head swiveled.

  Dougal froze.

  Maeve stiffened.

  Even the dappled gelding stilled, although its ears quickly returned to an upright position.

  Lady Jessamyn brought her horse closer.

  “Now, Dougal, please step back.”

  He complied. Whether from surprise or sheer terror at the volume of sound the lady had produced, Raeb was not certain.

  “Baron MacKai, set Maeve down gently.”

  He gave Jessamyn a hard look, but following her order was better than playing tug of war over his sister.

  When Maeve stood on the ground, her lower lip trembled. A tearful squall threatened.

  Dismounting, Jessamyn hugged the younger woman. “There, there. ’Tis nothing to be frightened of.”

  Maeve stared up at Jess. “Are you sure? You willna let Raeb kill Dougal, will you? You’re to be Raeb’s wife. He’ll let Dougal live if you ask for it.”

  Jessamyn shook her head. “I doubt your brother intends to kill the captain of his guard.”

  Grudgingly, Raeb admitted her good sense. Dougal’s offense was serious but was not yet a killing matter.