"What has happened?"

"It is terrible. They think ... but it cannot be true. I do not believe it." Robina was stuttering.

"What does everyone think?"

"The Campbell is gone. They think he left with my lord Lachlan."

"Lachlan?"

"Some are calling him a traitor, but I know it canna' be true, milady."

"Tell me everything."

"They found the man who was guarding the Campbell asleep in the room. It is said he was drugged. Lachlan and one other man rode out at dawn this morning. They think it was the Campbell."

'Lachlan and Jamie?'

"Why would he?"

"Some say because milord has returned."

"That does not sound like Lachlan."

"Nay, many of us do not believe it, but the others ... many have never liked him."

"Why not?"

"I dinna know. No one really talks about why."

"I do not believe he would betray his brother," Felicia said fiercely. It occurred to her that it was very odd to find herself defending a Maclean against other Macleans when she felt betrayed by her own cousin.

She thought about last night again, the feeling that Rory was not saying something, that it was something more than the fact that he was a Maclean and she a Campbell.

Had he been worried about Lachlan?

She thought about the times she had seen them together. They had not been close, she had noticed that, but she thought she had seen affection in Lachlan's eyes when he had mentioned Rory could play the lute. He had never indicated any jealousy of his brother, but rather seemed relieved that he had returned home.

And he was the one who had captured Jamie.

Nothing made sense.

But the only other explanation was that Jamie had forced him in some way. And if he had, why hadn't Jamie taken her with him?

Because he was trying to protect her from a marriage she did not want? But he had to know she could not stay here, that her uncle would not accept it. Angus Campbell would destroy the Macleans and all those who supported them rather than see her a prisoner of his greatest enemy.

And why the hostility of the guard at the door now? Did Rory Maclean fear she would try to escape as well? Was he furious about Jamie? With her? Did he think she assisted Jamie in some way? He had just lost a valuable hostage, one that could bring thousands of pounds to the Macleans, and perhaps even peace. She was not nearly as important.

He had sent Robina to her. It most likely meant he did not intend to come himself.

Robina helped her dress. She selected a dark blue velvet gown that had once belonged to Lachlan's mother and sat restlessly as Robina brushed her short hair. She would have preferred to do it herself, but she wanted Robina's company. She did not wish to be alone. Still her mind raced ahead.

Why had Rory not come himself? Was he out looking for her cousin? And what would he do if he found him? And Lachlan?

All the questions ran through her mind. Pounded at it.

She shivered. She wanted to see Rory. She wanted to feel his strength, his warmth. She wanted not to feel so alone.

"Ye are cold, milady," Robina said. "I will send someone in to stoke the fire."

Felicia did not answer. She was not cold from lack of a roaring fire. Fear froze her. Fear for Jamie and Lachlan. For Rory.

"When did Lord Rory ask you to come to me?" she asked.

"Just before he rode out," Robina said.

"He is gone then?"

"Aye."

She wondered whether he had left when the two Macleans searched her room. The gates had been closed when she looked out earlier. Were they looking for Jamie both inside and outside the walls?

She felt as if she would jump out of her skin. She would have to sit and wait as those she cared about were running and being chased by others she cared about.

Robina pinned a cap to Felicia's short hair. Felicia stood and went once more to the window. "How many men did Lord Rory take with him?"

"I am not sure. Many," Robina replied.

"What will he do if he finds them?"

"I do not know, milady. None of us here know him well. He has been gone so long. I have only heard--" She stopped suddenly.

"Heard what?"

Robina's face reddened. "I canna say, milady."

Felicia searched her face. Robina's jaw was stubbornly set, which was unlike the young maid who was so eager to please. Her gaze would not meet Felicia's.

Felicia suddenly stilled. She remembered the fright she had when she realized she had been abducted by Macleans. She'd remembered hearing of a raid in which a ruthless Maclean killed women and children. It would have been twelve years ago.

Rory would have lived here then.

But then so had his father and older brother. Lachlan as well, though he would have been young. Still...

Her blood suddenly ran cold.

Could it have been Rory? Or had he been with his father?

No. She had seen him with children. She had seen his concern, his kindness.

A nibble of doubt ate at her. And if he was that Maclean, could she ever look at him in the same way?

She could not. She knew that with every drop of Campbell blood in her.

*Chapter 21*

"How long do you think your brother will give us?"

"An hour, perhaps, if that much," Lachlan said. "Maclean pride will have taken a bitter hit this morning."

They had been riding hard for several hours, and slowed only long enough to rest their horses.

"Why are you doing this?" Jamie asked.

Lachlan did not answer.

Jamie had learned in the past few days that Lachlan Maclean kept his own counsel. But he wanted to know more about this Maclean who was willing to feign treason to his clan. He wanted to know whether he could depend on him if the need came.

He still did not know.

Jamie knew the Macleans would pursue. The Maclean would have to come after them or lose the confidence of his clan. He could not make obvious mistakes.

He hoped they would have an hour's lead. That should give them enough of a lead to reach the border and come under the protection of Janet's family.

He glanced again at his companion. Lachlan Maclean was a puzzle to him, and he did not like puzzles. Too much depended on the younger Maclean's wariness. And courage.

And on the older one's honor.

He was none too confident of either.

There were too many tales of Maclean atrocities, and now they had abducted a helpless woman.

Jamie looked upward. The sun was climbing. Then-horses were tired and needed rest despite their superb condition. Though the Maclean keep was not as well kept as Dunstaffnage, their horses were in excellent condition. Still, he and Lachlan had ridden hard.

Lachlan slowed, obviously recognizing the animals' need for rest as well.

He pointed toward a wooded mountain. They left the road and turned toward a heavily forested area. Once there, the Maclean dismounted and started to lead his horse. Jamie did the same and followed as his companion moved farther into the wood.

The trees and undergrowth were dense, but Lachlan moved with a sureness that impressed Jamie. They soon reached what looked like an overgrown path, and their pace quickened.

The day warmed. They rested briefly atop the hill where they could see the road they had left. Riders moved swiftly along it, but none turned in their direction.

Jamie surmised that this trail had been used years earlier for raids into Cameron and Campbell properties. Since it was overgrown and barely visible, Jamie could only guess it had not been used in years and was unknown to those following them.

Lachlan was probably the most reticent man he'd ever ridden with, but then he had reason. He probably trusted Jamie no more than Jamie trusted him.

The horses breathed easier when they started again.

It was midday when he realized they were on Cameron land.

They had successfully escaped Maclean land. But he knew the test--the real peril--lay ahead. And he was not at all sure that Morneith was the Maclean's only target.

Rory divided his men, sending a group to each pass and road being watched. Archibald led one of them, a man named Davie the other.

He knew they would ride hard. Each one knew the value of the Campbell heir as a hostage.

He also doubted they would find anyone. Lachlan had placed each of the patrols. He knew the areas to avoid.

After dark, he led his patrol back to Inverleith. The gates opened, and they entered. Douglas met them.

Rory dismounted and handed the reins to a stable lad who approached. "Have the horses watered and fed," he ordered.

Douglas waited until the lad walked the horse away, then asked, "No sign of them?"

"Nay. Archibald is still checking the passes and roads. He has seen nothing, and his men are looking hard, but I think they are long gone from Maclean land."

Douglas nodded. "Good," he said in little more than a whisper. He apparently had rid himself of the doubts he'd expressed earlier about the plan. He hesitated, then added, "Perhaps we should tell Archibald."

"Nay, he is not a man to keep secrets," Rory said. "It is not that he would not try, but the righteous anger would be gone. Our people and the Campbells must both be convinced."

Douglas did not look completely satisfied, and Rory understood why. The two men had kept the clan safe these past few years with little help from the lairds. Rory knew how difficult it must be for Douglas to keep this secret from his friend.

He walked with Douglas toward the keep. His wounded arm ached. He was beset with uncertainty about the events he had just put into motion. He could have simply sent Felicia back to Dunstaffnage, and all would go on as it had in recent years.

Had he risked his entire clan to save her from a horrific marriage?

Yet an alliance with the Campbell heir could have many more benefits to the Macleans. It could stop a century of warfare.

Was it worth the gamble?

Rory looked up at the tower. Lights blazed in the great hall and flickered in rooms above. He saw a glimmer from Felicia's room.

"What is the clan saying?" he asked Douglas.

"There's confusion, anger. Some believe that Lachlan helped the Campbell. Others believe he was forced in some way."

"What would you have thought?" he asked, curious.

Douglas was silent for several moments, then said thoughtfully, "I would think he had a reason. He has always been one to think too much."

A good description of his half brother.

Lachlan was probably the bravest and most gallant of the three of them. "And about Lady Felicia?"