Again the rueful twinkle danced in his eyes. "She can bake," he said, "and she's a practical lass when all is said and done. And, too, once she set up as cook, with her bairns running all about the place, some of the others agreed to come back."
"Thank you for being kind to them, Hugh."
He shrugged. "Will ye come home now and again to visit us?"
"I shall have to ask Quinton about that," she said.
"Aye, I can see how you bow to his every wish and decree," he said dryly.
She smiled but said, "He is still my husband."
Hugh looked past her. "Aye, and if you have any respect for his temper, I'd advise you to get back on your horse, lass. He's beginning to look darker than last night's thunderclouds. Come to us when you can," he added. "You'll be welcome."
"Thank you," she said again, smiling warmly at him.
Turning on her heel with a lighter heart than she had felt in some time, she had walked several steps toward Quinton and Hob the Mouse before she realized that the rain had stopped and that Quinton was looking stormy. With a sigh, she quickened her pace. Clearly his victory over Hugh had not banished his anger with her. She would still have to answer for her disobedience, and at the moment he did not look as if he would be in any mood to be merciful.
Janet paid little heed to their route until the clouds broke and the warming rays of the sun peeped through. Then, seeing that they had reached the confluence of the Esk and the Liddel, she realized that Quinton meant to make for Hermitage rather than riding through Teviotdale to Broadhaugh. She did not know whether to be glad or sorry that she would be present when Buccleuch learned that they had succeeded.
Most of the Bairns and many of the men riding with Gaudilands and Todrigg turned off toward their own homes long before they reached Hermitage Water. Their party numbered less than a score when they arrived at the castle.
When they entered the great hall, Buccleuch stood to greet them, clearly forgetting about his leg in his relief at seeing Quinton. Janet thought he looked much better, but he was plainly in no mood to hear her say so. He did not even look at her, nor mention her unfeminine attire.
"Are you fit, then?" he demanded when Quinton approached him.
"Aye, fit enough," Quinton replied.
"He fought with Hugh," Janet said.
"And beat him," Quinton added.
"Did you? Well done. This is going to cause a damnable fuss, you know."
"Aye, Elizabeth won't like having her stronghold breached by fewer than a hundred men."
Buccleuch shrugged. "I'll wager that Scrope's account will number them at two or three thousand, if not more," he said.
Quietly, Janet said, "Hugh mentioned you, sir. He suspects that you were behind the whole thing. Will Scrope suspect the same?"
"Doubtless he will, but it makes no difference. Whether I planned it or not, Elizabeth will blame me, and Jamie will, too. They are my Borderers, lass."
Catching Quinton's eye, Janet said nothing more.
The two men talked for a time about the raid, but neither asked her any questions. Nor did either of them order her to leave, so she sat quietly until Quinton said, "We'll not stay, Wat. I want to get home to Broadhaugh."
Startled, she said, "You should rest! Should we not stay the night here at least, and return tomorrow?"
"I want to sleep in my own bed," Quinton said evenly. "I have thought of little else these past four weeks."
"You'll be safe here," she said.
"I'll be safe at home, too," he said. "Are you ready, or should you visit the necessary before we leave?"
Realizing that it would serve no purpose to argue with him, she prepared to leave. A number of his men were still in the castle, but if they were disappointed to be departing so soon, not one of them said so.
Except for a few white puffball clouds scudding overhead, there was little to remind them of the great storm. The air warmed as they rode, and the miles to Broadhaugh passed swiftly, almost too swiftly to suit Janet. She knew very well that one reason Quinton was in such a hurry to return was that he wanted to deal with her privately. The closer they got to Broadhaugh, the more nervous she became.
When the castle walls loomed into view, she glanced at him, but he did not look angry. His eyes were shining and his lips parted. He gazed at Broadhaugh, which, in the sunlight, looked like a golden crown on the craggy hilltop with the sparkling waters of the Teviot and Broadhaugh Water forming a rippling blue ribbon at the foot. Whatever Quinton had been thinking or feeling before, the only thing in his mind now was his homecoming. She felt herself relax.
In the bailey, he dismissed his men, giving orders only to be certain that some would maintain a normal guard on the ramparts while others got needed rest.
Janet spoke to one of the servants, ordering supper served as soon as the cook could manage to put together a decent meal for them. She turned back to find Quinton still talking with Wee Toad Bell and Hob the Mouse.
"Would you two like to stay and dine with us?" she asked.
Hob's lips twitched, and she saw that he avoided looking at Quinton. Wee Toad was not so tactful. With a glance at Quinton, he said hastily, "I'd best be getting on home to my own lass, mistress. She'll be fretting about me."
"Hob has to go, too," Quinton said. "He needs a good sleep."
"Right … that's right," Hob said.
She saw sympathy in his eyes.
Instantly, she straightened, giving him look for look. "Thank you, Hob, for all your help. Our venture would never have succeeded without you. You, too, Wee Toad. My husband is fortunate to have such loyal henchmen."
Both men nodded gratefully. Then Hob said, "'Twas yourself wha' did the thing, mistress. We'd none of us ha' thought of taking Carlisle had ye no stirred us to do it. The master should be grateful to ha' such a brave lass all his own. I'll come in the morning for orders, sir," he added. Tucking his steel bonnet under his arm, he bobbed his version of a bow and left, with Wee Toad Bell scurrying after him.
Silence reigned for several moments before Quinton said provocatively, "I wish I could be certain that I am still the one who claims their loyalty."
"You know you are!"
"Aye, perhaps. Have you concocted that tale for me yet?"
"I have no need to concoct anything. You know perfectly well all that transpired. You talked the whole business over with Buccleuch, did you not?"
"Aye, and he told me he had no notion that you meant to accompany the lads to Carlisle. If I were not a kind husband, I would let you answer to him for that."
"He told Hob to let me have my head," she said, seeing no reason to tell him that Buccleuch had also said that he would leave it to her husband to deal with her later. "Moreover," she added thoughtfully, "he did not seem angry."
"Nay then, he was furious," Quinton said. "I know him better than you do."
That was true. Still, she did not think Buccleuch had been angry. "He's got a fearsome temper when he's angry," she said.
"Aye, it's an inherited trait."
There seemed to be nothing beneficial to say to that. "We should go inside," she said at last. "I told them to prepare your supper as quickly as they can."
"Good, I'm famished. But first I want to wash the stink of Carlisle off myself."
"Go on upstairs then. I'll send men up with a tub, water, and some soap."
He smiled, but there was little humor in the smile. "I don't need a tub, lass. The Teviot will serve me well enough. Why don't you walk with me? If you've still got your wee dagger, you can cut me a good switch whilst I'm enjoying my bath."
Prickles stabbed at her spine, but she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing that his words disturbed her in the least. Instead, calmly, she said, "Even in the Teviot, sir, you will want a bit of soap. And I'll warrant you would like some clean clothes to put on after wearing those things all these weeks. They look and smell like something that should be buried."
He shrugged. "I hardly notice the smell anymore."
She wrinkled her nose. "I will tell Tip to fetch clean clothing for you, and I will bring you soap. You go ahead down to the river. I'll find you."
He gave her a stern look. "You had better. If I have to come and find you, you'll be sorry to have put me to the trouble."
She looked right back. "I am not a coward, sir."
He smiled then, a real smile. "No, Jenny, you certainly are not. Go along now, and collect what you will, but bring it all down yourself. I'll be in the river."
She went quickly and soon found Tip, telling him that his master required a change of clothing. "Warm things," she added. "He's like to be chilled after swimming in the river."
"It's no so bad, mistress," the man said as he gathered the required clothes. "It's April now, the chill is off, and the sun is shining. Bairns ha' been swimming a sennight or more now, and them that dinna swim still like splashing about. They'll be in and out of the water near every day now till the snow flies again."
His words stirred an idea. Quickly snatching up the bundle he had prepared for her, she hurried back downstairs and out the postern gate, then down the hill toward the bend in the river, where Quinton had said he liked to bathe.