"The central one," she said impatiently. "That is Brackengill's banner, sir, or I am much mistaken. May heaven help us-it is Hugh leading them, not Scrope!"
Suppressing his own dismay, he forced calm into his tone as he said, "Scrope must have learned that Buccleuch was sending a deputy and decided that it was beneath him to meet with an inferior, so he has sent his own. You may stay at my side until they have demanded assurance, Jenny, but then I want you to withdraw and wait here with the other women until we know they mean no mischief."
"Look, he's sending his men now."
Indeed, two riders had separated themselves from the others and were cantering down the hill toward the burn. The Scots watched as they splashed to the Scottish side. Moments later they drew rein in front of Quin.
The elder of the two said formally, "In the name of Thomas, Lord Scrope, England's warden of the west march, Sir Hugh Graham requests assurance that you and yours vow to keep the peace until sunrise tomorrow."
"In the name of Sir Walter Scott of Buccleuch, warden of the Scottish west and middle marches, and Keeper of Liddesdale, I vow and declare that there shall be peace until sunrise tomorrow," Quin said loudly enough for his followers to hear.
The two visitors nodded, then wheeled their ponies and trotted away.
When they had reached the hurrying little burn, Quin said, "Hob, tell Gaudilands and Todrigg to ride across now and demand Graham's assurances."
"Why did you wait for Hugh to request the truce first?" Jenny asked.
"It is the tradition," he said. "Buccleuch said that generally the meetings take place on the Scottish side and the English request first assurances. When any war betwixt us ends, he says, the Scots must first demand peace, but during peacetime, at meetings like this, the English make their demand first."
"But why?"
"He said that long ago a Scottish warden, one Robert Kerr, was murdered at a meeting on the English side. After that we Scots swore we would never again seek justice on English ground." His men had reached Sir Hugh. "Go now, Jenny, and join the other women until we know that all is safe."
"I believed before that Hugh would not recognize you, but do you not fear that he might if the pair of you sit cheek by jowl all day?"
"I doubt that he will know me without a beard and in these trappings," Quin said, hoping he was right. "I will take every care nonetheless, lass, I promise."
The two Scottish riders were taking longer than he had expected. Recalling Buccleuch's strict instructions, Quin resisted his natural inclination to watch them and continued to scan instead for signs of trouble among Sir Hugh's followers. He could see nothing amiss.
"Here they come," Jenny said on a note of relief.
"I told you to get back, lass. Now, go!"
Obedient for once, she backed her pony and began to turn away.
Satisfied, he turned his attention again to the opposite side.
Minutes later, Gaudilands and Todrigg cantered up to him, and before they drew rein, Quin knew by their expressions that a hitch had occurred.
"What is it?" he demanded.
Sardonically Gaudilands said, "Sir Hugh Graham, leading an easy five hundred armed horsemen, presents his compliments to Sir Quinton Scott and requests that your ‘embrace' with him take place midstream."
"It seems," Todrigg said, adding his grim mite, "that Sir Hugh Graham demands such a meeting so as not to have it thought that an English warden is under any obligation to go into Scotland but crosses over of his own volition."
"He said," Gaudilands added, "that when you raise your hand, he will accept the gesture as your agreement to make the embrace of peace midstream."
Jenny said anxiously, "What does he mean? Is this some sort of trick?"
"You know your brother better than I do," Quin said, smiling to give her reassurance that he did not feel. In the presence of the others, he refrained from demanding to know what the devil she meant by defying his orders again.
"It is not the normal way," Gaudilands said curtly. "Buccleuch would not accept such terms, nor would Scrope be such a jackanapes as to demand them."
Although his preference was to tell Sir Hugh Graham to take his notions of an embrace and fly away with them, Quin knew that his cousin would demand his head on a platter if he did any such thing. Stifling annoyance, he backed his horse enough so that he could see his men without looking away from those on the other side. Raising his hand, he said clearly, "I hope I need not remind any man here of his oath to keep the truce. Anyone who creates trouble or attacks without the unavoidable provocation of a breach by the other side will answer to me and then to the Laird of Buccleuch. Do you all hear and understand me?"
A chorus of ayes answered him.
"On your word as Borderers?"
"Aye!"
"Then we ride. I shall meet the English deputy midstream. You will all remain on the bank, but keep a path clear for us to the wardens' table."
His attention was focused so sharply on the approaching English that he did not realize until they had nearly reached the river that Jenny rode beside him again.
"Damnation, lass," he muttered. "Fall back as I told you to do."
"He is my brother, sir," she said firmly. "I will remain at your side, and no one will harm me. My position as your wife protects me from the Scots, and my close kinship to Hugh and many others protects me from the English."
"And do you think it protects me from them as well?" he growled.
"Aye, it should."
"And that your kinship to them will protect you from me?"
She looked sharply at him then, and he gave her look for look, but it was too late now to insist that she fall back, and he could see that she knew it. Moreover, he knew that, at this point, her sudden departure to the rear would look as if he feared an attack, which would considerably undermine the peace before it had begun. Resigned, he faced forward, reining in his temper and fixing his full attention on Sir Hugh Graham.
Beside him, Hob said, "Ye willna really embrace that scoundrel, will ye?"
Surprised by a bubble of laughter, Quin glanced at him. "Buccleuch said that on rare occasions the wardens actually do embrace, but I think we will not."
Despite what he had told Jenny, it seemed impossible that Graham would not instantly recognize him as Rabbie Redcloak, which left him nothing to do but to take a high hand. After all, he told himself with increasing amusement, it was what Rabbie would do. Straightening and haughtily raising his newly bared chin, he reminded himself that Sir Hugh had never seen him in bright daylight or without his beard. Nor had the man seen him in attire that befitted his station. The man had seen him only in darkness and by torchlight in a dark stable. He tried to recall the faces of the men who had surrounded him, and found to his relief that he could not.
His cloak had covered his figure then, and he had made no attempt to stand upright or to look his captors in the eye. Indeed, and most uncharacteristically, he had kept his eyes downcast. At least, he hoped he had. He had a niggling suspicion that he was unlikely to have submitted to his fate as completely as it seemed now that he had. He knew himself well enough to suspect that he had taunted Sir Hugh at least a little, perhaps even laughed at him. Moreover, even if he could maintain the demeanor of a stranger who knew Sir Hugh only as his opposite deputy, he would still have to take care that his voice did not betray him. As Rabbie, he generally affected the broadest of Border accents, but knowing that occasionally he was apt to forget, he could only hope that such a lapse had not occurred at Brackengill.
The most nerve-racking detail, of course, was that many on the Scottish side knew exactly who Rabbie Redcloak was, and Grahams lived on both sides of the line. Indeed, many Grahams had followed him on occasion, because the Scottish ones were broken men-abandoned or evicted by their clan-who had taken up residence in the Debatable Land and would serve any master who could keep them in order. He did not readily reveal his true identity to such men, and he doubted that his more faithful henchmen had given him away intentionally. Still, far too many people on the Scottish side knew his dual identity for him to remain comfortable as he watched Sir Hugh's approach. Face to face with the man, discerning no sign of recognition, Quin felt a surge of welcome confidence.
He reminded himself that many of the men with Graham were acquaintances, even friends, of Sir Quinton Scott and that those who were not would respect the power of his present position. Awareness of that power settled over him like a familiar, magical garment, increasing his confidence so that it nearly matched the zestful delight he experienced when leading a raid. Power was heady stuff.
Reaching the stream, he signaled his men to wait and rode without pause to meet Graham.
Sir Hugh rode forward alone, too.
When Quin met his stern gaze, his confidence ebbed a bit. His breathing felt labored, but he ignored the tension, keeping his gaze fixed warily on the other man. The relief he felt when Sir Hugh extended his right hand exhilarated him, renewing his confidence.
"We meet at last," Quin said heartily, emphasizing his university English as he gripped the outstretched hand.
Sir Hugh said evenly, "I did not learn until yesterday that Buccleuch's deputy was my new brother-in-law." He did not seem particularly gratified by the fact, but neither did he show any sign of recognizing his erstwhile captive.