Alec's needs came first. As impatient as Brodick was to get some answers, he decided to wait until after the boy had been fed to question Gillian. It was late, well past sunset, and the moon shone brightly. The woman and the child were tired. They made camp at the base of Carnith Ridge in a narrow, secluded tract of land buffered on three sides by towering pines. The clearing eased down to the grassy bank of Beech Lake, a clear, stone-bottomed basin filled with speckled trout.
Aaron placed a plaid on the ground near the small campfire Liam had built after noticing Gillian was shivering. She thanked him with a smile that caused the soldier to blush like a little boy.
Gillian sat with her legs tucked under her on the edge of the woolen cloth while Alec sprawled like a lazy Roman statesman beside her. Brodick thought his angel looked as though she had just been to battle. Her complexion was gray; her lips were pinched, and her eyes were bright with fever, yet she didn't utter a word of complaint. She didn't want any of the food Robert offered, but she made certain that Alec filled his seemingly hollow stomach. He wanted to gulp his food down and would have done just that if she hadn't given him only small portions at a time. In a whisper, she kept reminding him to eat slowly so he wouldn't get sick again and she showed amazing endurance by listening to his nonstop chatter without losing her patience.
The little boy was in good cheer until she suggested he bathe. He scrambled to his feet and ran to his uncle shouting, "I don't need a bath."
Gillian was the only one who wasn't surprised by the child's outburst. "You'll feel better after," she promised.
Alec vehemently shook his head. "No, I won't," he shouted. "You can't make me."
"Alec, you will not speak to the lady in such a tone," Brodick ordered. "And stop hiding behind me. A Maitland doesn't cower."
From the boy's puzzled expression Brodick surmised he didn't know what the word "cower" meant, but he must have guessed it wasn't good because he immediately stepped out to stand next to his uncle. His shoulder pressed against Brodick's thigh.
"I don't want to have a bath," he muttered.
"Why not?"
He pointed to Gillian. "She'll make me use her soap, and then I'll…"
"You'll what?" Brodick prodded.
"I'll smell like a girl."
"I doubt that, Alec."
"I went to considerable trouble borrowing this soap," she called out.
"You stole it."
"No, Alec, I borrowed it," she corrected before glancing at Brodick. "The soap has rose petals in it, and Alec seems to think that because I use it…"
The child finished her explanation for her. "It makes me smell like a girl," he insisted as he took a step back and warily watched her out of the corner of his eye.
Robert came up behind Alec, hooked his arm around him, and carried him to the lake. Liam asked her for the soap and then followed.
Gillian heard Robert promise Alec that although they would surely smell like roses after they had bathed, the sweet scent would in no way turn them into females.
Alec was laughing a minute later, and the crisis, it seemed, was over. She decided to stand up and stretch her legs and had made it to her knees when Aaron and Stephen rushed forward to offer their assistance. Without asking, they each grabbed an elbow and pulled her up.
"Thank you, gentlemen."
"You may call me Stephen," the dark skinned soldier said.
"I doubt you have all our names straight in your mind," Aaron remarked.
"I know most of you. Robert took Alec to the lake, Liam went with him, and I know you're Aaron, but I don't know the other names yet."
"My name's Fingal," a redheaded soldier announced as he pressed forward.
"I'm Ossian," another called out as he, too, moved close. He was tall and so thick through the shoulders his neck disappeared.
Gillian suddenly felt as though she were enclosed by a six-foot male wall. The men were all staring down at her as if they considered her an oddity that had dropped from the sky to land at their feet. Had they never encountered a woman from England before? And why were they acting so peculiar now? She'd been in their company a full day, and that was surely time enough for them to get past their curiosity.
She stepped to the left so she could see between two soldiers and spotted Brodick leaning against a tree with his arms folded across his chest. He, too, was watching her, but unlike his soldiers, he wasn't smiling. She tilted her head ever so slightly toward the men pressing into her, fully expecting Brodick to catch her subtle hint and order his soldiers to give her breathing room. He didn't seem inclined to come to her assistance, however.
"You didn't eat much supper, milady," Ossian said. "Are you feeling poorly?"
"I'm feeling quite well, thank you," she replied.
"You don't have to be brave in front of us," Stephen commented.
"But you see, sir…"
"Please call me Stephen." Before she could agree, he added, "I meant what I said. You don't have to be brave in front of us."
Yet another soldier joined the wall. He was going to be the easiest to remember, because he had a scar that crossed the left side of his face and the most handsome brown eyes.
"My name's Keith," he reminded her. "And you may always speak freely in front of us. We're your laird's guard."
"But he isn't my laird."
Dylan joined the conversation in time to hear her comment. He noticed none of the men contradicted her, but they were all grinning like idiots.
"Milady, Annie Drummond gave Liam a pouch of medicine powder. You're to take half tonight, mixed with water, and the rest tomorrow night."
Liam had returned from the lake and thrust a cup of liquid into her hand. "I tasted it, milady," he said. "It's bitter, so you might want to gulp it down quick. It smells vile too."
She studied his blue eyes for several seconds and then asked suspiciously, "Are you thinking to drug me to sleep, Liam?"
He laughed. "Nay, milady, we learned our lesson with Kevin Drummond. The potion will help rid you of your fever."
She decided to believe him and drank the liquid as quickly as she could. The urge to gag was overpowering, but taking deep, gasping breaths helped. Blanching, she said, "The cure is worse than the illness."
"Does your arm hurt?" Stephen asked.
"No," she answered. "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I would like to sit on that boulder next to your laird so that I may speak to him."
Fingal and Ossian moved out of her way so she could get past them, while Keith grabbed the plaid from the ground and hurried ahead to put the woolen cloth on the flat surface of the rock for her to sit on.
She thanked him for his consideration as she took her seat.
"Is there anything else we may do for you, milady?" Fingal asked.
"No, thank you," she replied. "You have all been very kind and gracious to me," she added.
"You need not thank us for doing our duty, milady," Ossian told her.
"Please call me Gillian."
He appeared scandalized by her suggestion. "I cannot, milady."
"No, he cannot," Brodick announced as he walked over to stand in front of her. "Leave us now," he ordered quietly. ,
One by one the soldiers bowed to Gillian before heading to the lake. She watched them until they disappeared from view, all the while gathering her thoughts because she knew the time had come for her to give a detailed explanation of what had transpired. Lord, reliving the past was exhausting to even think about.