His Lady of Castlemora(18)

When they met in public he was attentive but he also made sure that the  correct forms of behaviour were observed. As his potential future wife  Isabelle deserved to be treated with the utmost respect and her father  would expect no less. He was also aware that other eyes watched them.  There must be nothing to indicate that his relationship with Isabelle  was anything other than it seemed. A prospective suitor was one thing; a  secret lover quite another.

Unexpectedly he found an ally in Hugh. The younger man had evidently  taken a liking to his guest and lost no opportunity to speak with Ban  and to ask him about Glengarron. His questions were intelligent and  pertinent and he listened carefully to the answers.

'My father sets great store by his friendship with Iain McAlpin,' he explained.

'As my brother-in-law does with him,' replied Ban.

'I have only met him once and I was very young then. To be honest I was too overawed to speak.'

Ban grinned. 'Iain can have that effect on people.'

'I have heard many things about him.'

'What have you heard?'

'Of his prowess as a warrior, his courage, his daring, his skill as a leader.'

'All true.'

'I've also heard he's a dangerous man to cross.'

'True again.'

'Not that I have any desire to do so,' Hugh went on. 'In that respect his reputation is equally fearsome.'

'He does not look on treachery with a forgiving eye.'

'Neither should he. A man's word, when given, should hold.'

'So it should,' replied Ban.

'He would not suffer an enemy to rob or insult his kin, would he?'

'Certainly not.'

'What would he do in such a case?'

'I imagine the matter would be settled at the point of a sword. Why do you ask?'

'There is a certain matter I would have settled at the point of a  sword.' Hugh's eyes were expressive of deep anger. 'When I am laird it  will be.'

'Oh? May I ask who has so offended you?'

'The Neils of Dunkeld.'

Ban was instantly alert. 'Your kin by marriage, are they not?'

'Not any more. Their treatment of my sister cancels all claims to  kinship. Happily she is free of them and that worthless husband of  hers.'

'Worthless?'

'Aye, a swaggering fool with a handsome face and a lying tongue. The  world is well rid of him.' Hugh frowned. 'The world would be well rid of  all of them.'

'Perhaps it would. All the same, one must needs consider the  ramifications very carefully. It is no light thing to start a blood  feud.'                       
       
           



       

'I know it.'

'What does your sister think about this?'

'She is just glad to be away from the Neils and from Dunkeld.'

'Then she does not seek revenge?'

'No. Belle has spirit and courage but she does not thirst after blood. Of course, that is because she is a woman.'

'Women often show wisdom in these matters.'

'You think the insult should be swallowed?'

'By no means, but ideally it should be avenged without wholesale slaughter.'

'How?'

Ban smiled faintly. 'It is not hard to accomplish. A few whispered words  in the right ears: that the Neils are treacherous; that their word  means nothing; that they hold honour cheap and so forth. It would damage  their social standing and tarnish their reputation irreparably.'

Hugh regarded him keenly. 'The right ears?'

'The king and the powerful members of the court around him, particularly those who have little love for the Neils anyway.'

'I have no influence with the king.'

'No,' said Ban, 'but you have staunch allies who do.'

'You mean McAlpin. Would he be prepared to act for us in that way?'

'You can ask him when you come to Glengarron, can't you?'

'I shall.'

'Good.' Ban paused. 'Such revenge is not swift but it is extremely effective.'

Hugh grinned. 'I can see that. I will think well on what you have said, my lord.'

Ban breathed a private sigh of relief. He could understand his  companion's anger and admire his loyalty to his sister, but the last  thing anyone needed now was for a passionate youth to plunge headlong  into an ill-advised adventure that could only end in disaster. If that  possibility had been averted, then it was all to the good. He would  speak to Iain about it later. No doubt something could be arranged to  satisfy Hugh and put the Neils' noses out of joint without them ever  being able to pinpoint the cause.

Quite apart from the lad's antipathy towards his erstwhile in-laws, he  had let slip some interesting detail about Isabelle's former marriage.  It tended to support the idea that it hadn't been happy. In what way had  Alistair Neil been worthless? Ban would have given a great deal to  know.

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When he met Isabelle at table, he decided to broach the subject albeit  indirectly. Everyone else was engaged in conversation so they were as  private as they were going to get in the circumstances.

'I spoke to your brother earlier. He is a young man with a lot of promise.'

She smiled. 'I think so too. He can be impulsive at times but his heart is in the right place.'

'He will make a good laird one day.'

'I believe he will.'

'He holds you in great affection.'

'And I him. We have always got on well.'

'As I have with my sister.' Ban paused. 'He harbours considerable resentment against the Neils on your account.'

'I know it. He has good reason to resent them but it worries me all the  same. He would like to slay them all and raze Dunkeld to the ground. But  for my father's intervention I think Hugh would have tried.'

'Your father shows good sense.'

'He is nothing if not shrewd.' She shook her head. 'He knows very well what the consequences would be.'

'You do not wish for revenge then?'

'What would be the point?'

'You might get your dowry back.'

'It would become blood money.' She sighed. 'I have come to regard it as the price of my freedom from that family.'

'Was your association with them so unpleasant then?'

'Not at first, but in the end...well, let's just say I'm glad it's over.'

'But surely your late husband would have sided with you, assuming sides were taken.'

'Alistair was much under the influence of his mother and she was a force  to be reckoned with. He had other traits too which were not  particularly attractive.' She smiled wryly. 'Of course I did not find  out until after we were married.'

'I see.'

For a brief moment her expression suggested that she very much doubted  that. Then it was gone. He would have liked to question her further but  it was difficult ground and he didn't want to push things too far and  possibly alienate her.                       
       
           



       

'Marriage is a gamble,' she went on. 'There are winners and losers. I  count myself among the former since I was lucky enough to escape.'

'It's good that you can take such a positive view of things.'

'There is no point in taking any other, is there?'

'Do you not fear leaping from the cooking pot into the fire?' he asked.

'It is a risk. I should not like to be burned again.'

Beneath the words he glimpsed her vulnerability and the shadow of a  former hurt. It awoke strangely protective emotions in him. He would  have liked to offer the appropriate assurances but knew that he wasn't  in a position yet to make any such promises.

'No one wishes to be burned,' he replied, 'and certainly not twice.'

She regarded him curiously. 'Do you speak from experience?'

'I too have known disappointment, albeit of a slightly different kind.'  He paused. 'However, it was years ago and is of no consequence now.'

'And yet these things shape us, make us who we are.'

'So they do.'

'We don't forget either although we may learn to forgive.'

'Some things only God can forgive,' he replied.

'You are thinking about King William's destruction of Northumbria.'

'Amongst others.'

'He has shown himself to be a brutal tyrant. Perhaps even God will not forgive him.'

'If there is any justice the bastard will burn in hell for all  eternity.' Ban paused and summoned a smile. 'But these are sombre topics  for conversation, too much so for a woman's ears.'

'Do you think a woman should be shielded from the truth?'

'Women should be protected from unpleasantness as far as possible. Unfortunately it isn't always possible.'

'We are stronger than you give us credit for, my lord.'

'In some things,' he acknowledged, 'but I would wager on the power of my sword arm over yours.'

Isabelle caught the gleam in his eye and she laughed. 'So would I, every time.'

Ban surveyed her appreciatively for laughter lit her face and made what  was beautiful even more alluring. A man might feel justly proud to have  such a woman at his side, to run his household and bear his children. It  created a host of unwonted sensations, not least of which was to have  an end to present uncertainty. Of late stability and permanence had  become increasingly attractive propositions. He looked forward to the  day when he could commit himself, turn his back on war and death and  live in peace again. With her he might find the contentment he sought.

He reached for his cup and took a sip of wine. As he did so he became  aware that he was being watched. Murdo's gaze locked with his own. The  man's expression was impassive but Ban could feel hostility emanating  from him. He clearly recognised and resented Ban's interest in Isabelle:  what he didn't know was just how far his own hopes were blighted. That  was too bad. All was fair in love and war. Ban checked himself there,  mentally revising the statement. All was fair in war and in winning a  bride. Love was another matter entirely.