"I take your meaning well enough," Buccleuch said dryly. "'Tis fortunate for you that I do. When I am not at hand to knock heads together, my own Borderers forget any sense of discipline. Few leaders have managed to engage the loyalty of the Liddesdale men, let alone those who live in the Debatable Lands, and no one has ever done so from a distance-not without sending an equally fearsome deputy."
"Will you at least let me talk to Hob the Mouse, sir? I trust his instincts, and if he thinks he can lead the Bairns to rescue their master, he will tell me so. If he cannot, he will admit that, too, but if he can, would you perhaps provide some of your own men under the direction of either Todrigg or Gaudilands to assist them?"
Buccleuch hesitated, and she could not tell if he wanted to reject the idea out of hand or if he actually was considering Hob as a suitable leader. She knew that it would be difficult for any gentleman to leave to a minion the direction of a raid sizeable enough to take Carlisle Castle, but she hoped that he would want her to believe him willing to try anything to free Quinton.
He said lightly, "We can at least try it, I suppose." He cast a speaking look at Gaudilands, and she knew that he was merely humoring her.
She did not care about his reason, though. It was enough that he had agreed. "Thank you, sir," she said. "I will talk to Hob the Mouse at once. If he is willing, we can quickly get word to the Bairns. We must rely on you for a good plan of attack, though. Quinton said no one is better than you are at planning a big raid."
He looked amused. "You flatter me, lass. Do not think that you can twist me round your thumb, though. There will be no raid unless you can deliver the broken men and Rabbie's Bairns and guarantee their absolute, unquestioning obedience to Todrigg and Gaudilands, as well as to Hob the Mouse."
"Well, I do think that I can do that-or that Hob can by enlisting their loyalty to me and to Quinton-but what shall I have Hob tell them, exactly? How will we arrange to gather everyone together in the event that he succeeds?"
"There will be plenty of time to discuss that after you have persuaded them to accept Hob as their leader and to obey orders from the others," Buccleuch said.
"But that is just it! The only way any plan can succeed with them is if it is put swiftly into action. We all know the Bairns will not just sit quietly awaiting those orders, and you said that you cannot ride for at least another fortnight-"
"Perhaps longer," he interjected with a grunt.
"We cannot wait! Quinton could have an accident, or they could hang him for march treason as Rabbie and say afterward that they are sorry to have mistaken your deputy for a reiver."
"They won't-"
"Please, sir, at least make a plan so that if all the men do agree, we can provide them with a simple way to know when and where to meet. Otherwise, we'll have to waste more time sending messengers out and about to explain the details."
When Buccleuch hesitated, Gaudilands said tentatively, "There be the races at Langholm on the twelfth, Wat. Ye ken fine that everyone will be there."
"Aye," Buccleuch agreed. "Tell Hob that he can tell the lads we'll pass final word on the matter along to them then. Mayhap my leg will surprise me, and I'll be there to lead them." Smiling, he added, "Your heart led you right, lass, however it ends. Now, run along and wash your face. They'll soon be bringing in the food."
Janet bobbed a curtsy and obeyed without another word. If he looked a little surprised by her ready acquiescence, she knew it was nothing compared to what he would feel if he could hear the thoughts tumbling through her head.
Ardith waited to help her change her dress for dinner, but Janet declined to do so. "Pack my things again," she said. "We will be off again after I dine."
"Away so soon? But whither, mistress?"
"You are going home to Broadhaugh," Janet said.
"But what of ye?"
"Never mind me," Janet said, shaking out her skirts while Ardith attempted to tidy her hair. As fine as the silvery blond tresses were, they resisted every effort to keep them confined. "You may attend me whilst I dine," Janet added. "It would not be suitable for you to go alone to the hall to dine with the men-at-arms."
Ardith did not argue, and Buccleuch welcomed her to the table, clearly relieved to have succeeded in calming Janet so easily. She knew that he believed her mission would fail, and she was content to let him enjoy that belief as long as it served her purpose. When they finished their meal, he offered to escort her to her horse. Clearly he had already sent word to her men, ordering their preparation to return to Broadhaugh with their mistress.
Janet did not countermand the second part of those orders until they were safely beyond sight of the men-at-arms on Hermitage's ramparts. Once over the first rise, however, she said, "Call a halt, Hob. I want to speak to you."
"We can talk as we ride, mistress. Himself said we're no to dawdle more than we must wi' ye on that sidesaddle. The weather be no so certain these days, ye ken, and them clouds yonder be boiling up some." He gestured toward the west, where puffy white clouds were gathering just as they had nearly every afternoon or evening for weeks. Admittedly, they did frequently spit showers, if not by afternoon then sometime during the night, but Janet had no wish to discuss the weather.
"I see the clouds," she said, "but we are not returning to Broadhaugh, whatever they bring. At least, you and I are not going to Broadhaugh-not just yet."
He reined in. "What are ye saying, mistress? We must return."
"Come away from the others," she said. When he had obeyed, she said quietly, "What would you think if I were to tell you that Buccleuch has agreed to let you lead Rabbie's Bairns to Carlisle?"
"I'd think ye'd gone mad, mistress," the big man said frankly. "Himself wouldna try to put me in the master's place, come what may. There be any number o' men in Liddesdale-aye, and in Teviotdale, too-that he'd think on afore he'd choose the likes o' me."
"Well, to be truthful, he did not choose you," Janet admitted. "I did. Moreover, I am certain that he believes he was merely humoring me when he agreed to let you try to persuade the Bairns. He demands their utter obedience to his commands and to those of Todrigg and Gaudilands, since he will not be present to lead them. He does not think they will agree to that, or that they will follow you."
"I dinna think so either."
"They do want to rescue the master, do they not?"
"Aye, but without a proper leader … "
"The master told me when he was held prisoner at Brackengill that I had only to get word of his whereabouts to his Bairns and they would set him free. Was that not true?"
"Aye, it were true," Hob said, but his tone was hesitant. "It were different then, though," he added.
"You listen to me now," Janet said sternly. "Although Buccleuch's injury precludes his leading a raid of any kind, let alone one on a castle as well fortified as Carlisle, he has promised to devise a scheme to take it. The lairds of Todrigg and Gaudilands will lead as many men as they can call together. We need only persuade the Bairns to join them and to follow Buccleuch's orders."
"We'll need tongues as glib as Rabbie's own to do that, mistress. Neither Todrigg nor Gaudilands kens much about raiding. They just follow Himself."
"The Bairns might do it for Rabbie Redcloak," Janet said. "And for me, Hob. Many have offered help, after all. Who amongst them could persuade the others?"
"Aye, well, they might listen to me," Hob said after a moment's thought.
"I believe they would, but I need you with me."
"I'd no leave ye in any case, mistress. Both the master and Himself expect me to keep ye under me eye."
"I know that," Janet said gently, "and no one could keep me safer. Who else might persuade them?"
"Ally the Bastard might, if I could persuade him."
"Then we will persuade him together," Janet said.
"But, mistress-"
"It is useless to argue with me, Hob. We have already wasted nearly three weeks since he was taken. Heaven alone knows what they have done to him or what state he is in. Sir Hugh did not even feed him, you will recall, and I doubt that Scrope will be more hospitable. I must do something. In any event, you cannot go to Ally the Bastard and also watch over me-not unless I go with you."
"He could come to Broadhaugh, could he not?"
"We will go to him," Janet said firmly. "Choose one of the other men to go with us, and choose one with a good horse in case we have to travel any distance to find Ally the Bastard."
"I ken fine where to find him," Hob the Mouse said indignantly.
"Do not quibble. Just do as I bid you."
"Aye, sure." Giving spur to his pony, he approached one of the other men.
Janet took the opportunity to catch Ardith's eye and gestured to her. When the maidservant rode nearer, she said, "That large bundle tied to your saddle contains my extra clothing, does it not?"
"Aye, mistress, and the master's things that Tip sent. I'd never entrust your garments to these witless men."
"Good," Janet said. "Dismount and follow me-and bring that bundle."