Finished with assigning duties, Dirk entered the great hall, hoping to get a moment alone with Isobel.
"Lad, we need to talk," Uncle Conall said, following him in.
Dirk turned. "Aye. What is it?"
"Let's step into the library."
Once they were inside, Conall closed the door. "The agreement with the Murrays troubles me."
"Me as well." That was an understatement. He hated to break an agreement his father had signed, but he couldn't follow through. He couldn't marry another woman when he loved Isobel.
Damnation! Where had that thought come from? The blood drained from his face, leaving him chilly.
He'd never fallen for a woman before, and he was uncertain what he was feeling, in truth. Maybe it wasn't love. Nevertheless, the emotion was fierce and strong and would not be denied.
"Then there is the issue of you and Lady Isobel," Conall said, in a serious tone.
"Aye." 'Twas certainly the issue that most occupied his mind and distracted him from the business of leading the clan.
"She's a bonny lass, and the first time I saw you observing her, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist her."
Dirk shrugged. "'Tis true." He couldn't deny it since Conall had seen Isobel in his bed, but neither was he going to confess all to his uncle.
"When you were fifteen, we all traveled to Dornie to visit with the MacKenzies."
"Aye, I remember it well," Dirk said.
"There's something you don't know." Conall scratched his gray beard as if not entirely comfortable with what he was about to reveal. "Your father wished to keep it a secret from you," he explained further. "The main purpose of that visit was not for your stepmother to visit her friend."
"What was the purpose?" Dirk asked, impatient with his uncle's beating about the bush.
"Your father wanted to arrange a betrothal between you and the MacKenzie's daughter."
A shock of confusion traveled through Dirk. "What?"
"Aye, Isobel MacKenzie is the daughter in question."
"I was never betrothed to anyone. My father would've told me."
"Indeed, he would have. Isobel's father refused the suit."
Dirk frowned, unsure if he wanted to ask why. This was all such a shock to him, a thousand questions crowded his mind.
"The MacKenzie did not give a good reason for refusing," Conall said. "Just that his daughter was too young and his wife wished that she be older before such an important decision was made. Of course, chiefs' daughters have been betrothed much younger than thirteen for marriage later, but she was a spoiled and coddled lass. No doubt her mother wanted to allow her to choose a husband." Conall shrugged. "Anyway, none of that mattered a year later when everyone thought you dead. But now, Isobel MacKenzie is here and you seem to enjoy her company, which makes me think… well, fate is a strange thing. And 'haps your father knew something none of the rest of us did."
Dirk was near speechless. Shaking his head, he tried to clear the chaos from his mind. One thing remained. "She is betrothed to someone else."
"Aye, but I thought you had a right to know. Your father told no one but me and a couple more people what his plans were for you. Once her father refused, he was disappointed. The MacKenzies are a bit wealthier than we are and 'haps that was part of the reason. Or 'haps they wished to secure some other alliance."
"I'm glad you told me." Dirk's first instinct was to be offended or hurt that her father would refuse the suit. But at thirteen and fifteen, Isobel and Dirk had been too young to worry about it at the time. 'Haps her father had not seen Dirk as good husband material at that age. Although he was unsure how a man would judge such a thing before a lad was even grown. More likely, 'twas simply a matter of the MacKenzie not needing to marry her to a MacKay since they were already allies.
"I'm all for a man choosing his own bride." Conall grinned.
"As you did?"
"Aye. Your aunt is a fine woman. We've been happy for many years. I want that for you too, as did your father. If Isobel is that woman, fight for her."
"I will." Indeed, how could he give her up now? He couldn't. "But I hate that I've dragged the whole of the MacKay clan into my battle."
"Any fight of yours is also our fight," Conall said in a zealous tone. "We'll not abandon you. You did a good deed, protecting Lady Isobel from the knave who would torture her, and also rescuing her from the elements."
Dirk nodded. "I'll have to marry her. No question about it."
"Is that a hardship?" Conall's brows quirked upward.
Dirk wanted to grin, but forced a straight face. "Nay, but I'll need her brother's permission. He may see me as an outlaw and refuse. I would have sent a missive letting him know where she is, but I feared the messenger would be detained while passing through MacLeod territory and the missive read. I didn't want them to learn her whereabouts at all costs. But now they will. Likely, they'll be here in a matter of days."