Her palms dug deeper into her hips as she stared him down. Her eyes flashed, an odd mixture of amber and gold.
“Are you coming to check up on me, husband?”
His lips tightened and he pinned her with a glare of his own.
“I came to find out why no meal is being served in the great hall. It’s past the time for the noon meal. The soldiers have already put in a hard day’s work and will be hungry. As am I.”
Rionna stared at him, her brows drawn together in puzzlement. The other women stared at him as well, as if he’d said something utterly ridiculous.
Sarah was the first to speak. She glanced at Rionna and then took a step forward. “We don’t serve a meal at noon, Laird.”
He frowned again. “Any particular reason why not? ’Tis important for the men to eat. Their strength must be kept up, especially now that they’ll be training even harder.”
Rionna cleared her throat. “What she’s so delicately trying to say is that we don’t have the food. We break our fast with bread and cheese, when we have it to spare, and we end the day with whatever we’ve been able to hunt.”
“And when the hunt isn’t successful?”
“We don’t eat,” she said simply.
He shook his head. None of this made sense. The McDonalds might not be the best trained when it came to the might of their army, but they’d always been a well-placed clan.
“Your father wagered my brother three months’ worth of food from his stores.”
“He didn’t have it to wager,” Rionna said bitterly. “He left us with nothing to eat and no coin to trade with other clans.”
Caelen bit back a blaspheme of his own. “Show me your larder.”
With a shrug, Rionna turned and walked down the hallway away from the great hall and past the kitchens to a small, airless chamber. He walked in and glanced around, his stomach sinking as he took in the empty shelves.
If possible, the McDonald clan was in poorer circumstances than his own clan had been before his brother married Mairin.
“This is unacceptable,” he gritted out. “The clan must eat.”
“We’re used to surviving on little,” Rionna said matter-of-factly. “ ’Tis our way of life for some years now.”
“Was your father a complete wastrel?” he demanded.
“My father was only concerned with his own comfort and filling his own belly.”
“ ’Tis a wonder you haven’t been invaded long before now,” Caelen said in disgust. “You certainly would have been an easy conquest.”
Rionna’s mouth tightened and her eyes narrowed in fury. “ ’Tis your clan you speak of with such disdain.”
“Nay, ’tis not my clan I have such disdain for. ’Tis your father. ’Tis a sin for a man not to provide for his clan. Do your children go hungry as well? And what of your old and the sick?”
Rionna gave a weary sigh. “ ’Tis no use venting your outrage, husband. The man to whom you have need to direct your anger is not here. My clan has suffered long enough. We don’t deserve your censure.”
Caelen blew out his breath in disgust and turned to stalk from the room.
“Where do you go?” she called after him.
“Hunting,” he bit out.
CHAPTER 13
“Change the order,” Caelen said to Gannon when he found his commander in the courtyard. “Have Simon and Arlen pick their best hunters and pack the horses.”
Gannon looked at him curiously but went immediately to do his laird’s bidding.
A moment later, Gannon returned with a small group of warriors.
“We go hunting, McCabe?” Simon asked.
Caelen’s eyes narrowed at the slight. Now wasn’t the time to show any softness with his new clan. If he did, he’d lose any and all credibility. They didn’t have to like him, but they damn well better respect him.
He drew his sword before the other men could blink and he sliced the blade through the air, a bare inch from the older man’s neck.
Simon blinked in surprise but didn’t dare move lest he cut himself.
“You will address me as Laird,” Caelen said. “You may not like the fact that a McCabe has replaced a McDonald, but you’ll show the respect that’s due or you’ll find yourself on the ground.”
“You can bloody well try,” Simon bit out.
Caelen had to hand it to the man. He might be older and he might be speaking from a clear disadvantage of having a sword to his throat, but he showed no fear or lack of courage.
Caelen slowly lowered the sword and then tossed it in the air toward Gannon. He smiled slow and his lip curled as he stared at Simon. “I’ll do more than try, old man.”