Tina walked to the fireplace, threw off the despised Douglas tartan, and put on her lavender-wool gown She looked up at the beautiful pale girl in the portrait and whispered, Damaris, help me find Davie. We must get away. All hell will break loose when he learns it wasnt the Hamiltons who raided.

I seldom leave this chamber Tis the only way to avoid Alexander, whispered Damaris Tina retrieved her knife and carefully slipped it up the sleeve of her gown.

Mary and Joseph, whatever are you doing with a knife? I suppose I have no choice but to come with you. I must do all I can to protect you You must be a very reckless girl, Damaris lamented.

Tina climbed upon a chest beneath the high window slit After a few minutes she saw the powerful figure of the Black Ram heading toward the stables, his moss- troopers at his heels. She sighed with relief knowing they were no longer under the same roof. Before she crept quietly from the chamber, she picked up the Douglas plaid and covered her bright hair Her heart was in her mouth as she made her way with stealth along the passageway, then she forced herself to walk casually as if she had nothing to hide. For the moment she hoped to avoid the hall where men-at-arms tended to gather in inclement weather. From afar she saw servants and members of the Douglas clan, and she was thankful they wore plaids as she did The moment she saw stone steps leading below, she slipped down them. The air had a distinct damp and musty smell here below ground that was mingled with the sickening odor of rushlights burning mutton fat.

She passed through a room filled with barrels and kegs of ale and wine. Scufflings and squeaks came from the shadows, and she stopped dead in her tracks as she realized what creatures caused them.

The rats can sense me, Damaris said. Dont be afraid.

When Tina realized the rats had fled, her courage returned, and she ventured down a narrow, whitewashed passageway. Here were empty cells with barred doors, similar to the ones beneath Castle Doon.

When she looked through the bars of the fourth door, she gasped as she saw her brother nursing a bandaged arm.

She put her fingers to her lips and didnt speak until they were only inches apart. Youre wounded. What did they do to you, Davie?

They burned me! he lied.

Give him the knife, Damaris urged.

What the hell are you doing here, Firebrand? Are ye here tae ransom me?

She shook her head. They dont know who we are, and we must get away before they find out. There isnt much time, Davie. That bastard Douglas has gone to the Hamiltons to demand ransom for you. I cant unlock the cell, but heres my knife, Davie.

As he grasped the haft, he said, When the mosstrooper brings me food, hell be a dead man if he doesnt unlock this door.

Dont kill him unless you must, Davidtheres been no bloodshed yet, she urged.

He held up his arm grimly. Someone will pay fer this.

Ive done all I can. Im leaving before the Douglas returns.

Done all ye can? he scoffed. Fire the castle afore ye leaveraze the bloody place tae the ground!

Gods passion, keep your voice down. I just want us both out of here with our lives! Her heart was hammering as she retraced her steps and walked a direct path to the hall.

The spirit of Alexander Douglas sensed the presence of Damaris immediately. He left the small group of men-at- arms who were casting dice and approached the two beautiful women, one flesh, blood, liver, and vibrant with energy, the other ethereal and hauntingly remote.

Damaris, beloved, who is this ye guard so carefully?

Not by the flicker of an eyelash did the lovely wraith acknowledge that she had seen or heard him. Alexander sighed. For fifteen years he had begged that his bride listen to his denials, but he had begun to conclude that though he saw her apparition, she could not see his.

At first he had tried to communicate with the living, consumed by the need to exonerate his name and honor, but it had been impossible. The horses in the stables were aware of him, and Rams wolfhound had seen him so often, hed begun to wag his tail when Alexander approached, but Damaris always acted as if he were invisible. He suspected that she saw him and heard him well enough, but she believed the lies that he had poisoned her and like all females was too pig- headed and stubborn to listen to his pleas.

As she glided past him, his breath caught at her loveliness. She was still exactly as she had been that fateful night over fifteen years ago. Her blush-pink nightgown with its trailing sleeves emphasized her delicate beauty. Her skin was like porcelain and her hair like silken strands of moonlight.

Alexander was heartsore that his beloved Damaris was lost to him, yet he was willing to exist through eternity if he could see her like this and know they were together at Douglas He still clung to the hope that someday she would look at him, smile at him, or even curse himanything that would indicate she was aware of his spirits existence.

Tina knew the moss-troopers were staring at her. She shrugged her shoulder and removed the dark green plaid. Then she picked up her purple velvet cloak from the wooden settle, wrapped it about herself, and pulled the hood close.

Colin Douglas moved slowly across the hall toward her.

Are ye leavin us, mistress? he puzzled.

No, no. I thought Id walk about the castle now that the rain has stopped. Lord Douglas suggested that seeing my horse might bring all back to me. I promised to sup with him when he returns from Lanark. She bit her lip.

She knew immediately that she had made a slip. Her own knowledge provided the information that the closest Hamilton castle was at Lanark, less than ten miles north. But it went unremarked by Colin Douglas, who must have assumed Ram had mentioned his destination, and the blush that colored her cheeks began to fade. A pulse beat in her throat as she tried not to quicken her steps outside.

Damaris did not want to accompany her niece inside the stables because her presence always made the horses skittish. She knew that Tina would get away safely, and she was grateful she had had a chance to see the lovely creature. She kissed Valentinas brow and whispered, Goodbyeplease never return.

Tinas hand came up unconsciously to brush back the hair from her brow, then boldly she walked to her mare and led her from the stable. The saddle had been removed, but luckily the bridle had not.

Tina vaulted onto the mares back and dug in her heels.

She didnt think anyone would ride after her to bring her back. The men of Douglas were likely glad to be rid of the strange female.

It was full dark before Tina clattered over the drawbridge into the bailey of Castle Doon. A grim-faced Duncan was awaiting her by the time she climbed the stairs to the elegant living quarters. He grabbed her unceremoniously and shook her until her teeth rattled.

Do ye ken how worried Ive been the day? Yer a right thoughtless bitch, Tina! Ye knew Donal wouldnt be back till the morrow, so ye went runnin off tae yer stinkin Gypsy friends! Do ye even care I ha all the worry an responsibility on ma shoulders?

Dont you dare be fierce with me, Duncan. I went to Douglas to rescue Davie! Ive just ridden thirty milesIm exhausted Are ye insane? How many times must ye be told tae stay out o mens affairs? He ran his hand wildly through his flaming hair in an effort to keep from striking her. He breathed deeply before passing sentence Im goin tae recommend Donal give ye a beatin.

Tina was dead on her feet, and giddiness made her flippant. Itll give him practice for when he weds Meg Campbell.

Donal has more sense than tae wed a lass who needs beatin Meggie is obedient and gentle. Shes no a curse tae her menfolk Father lets ye get away wi murder Ye twist him aboot yer finger. Meggie canna do that wi Archibald Campbell To be fair, Valentina saw his point now that he made it so graphically. She only knew one man as coarsely dominant as Archibald Campbell, and that was Archibald Kennedy, Earl of Cassillis and head of their own clan Perhaps it was the name Archibald that made them so unpalatable.

A great shout went up outside, and hope sprang into Duncans eyes. Mayhap its Davie.

Of course its Davie, Tina said, shrugging a pretty shoulder. Havent I been telling you I went to rescue him? She quickly closed her eyes and crossed herself, praying that it was so.

When Duncan saw the state his young brother was in, he carried him to his bedchamber and undressed him.

He sent for Ada to tend the lads arm because his pain was almost unbearable Get me whisky, Duncan, Ada bade, assuming the role of female authority While a servant was dispatched for a full jug, she examined the soiled bandages.

It must have been Colin who dressed your arm. Hes the only Douglas who is half civilized, Tina said.

Aye, the cripple, Davie said, gritting his teeth in front of the women.

Ada took the whisky from the servant and told Davie to drink up He grinned at her and took a long slug of the fiery liquor He shouldnt have put grease on it. Ill have to wash it off, she said regretfully Do you think youre up to it, David?

He took another long pull on the stone jug and began to laugh. When the Douglas asked ma name, I spit on him an told him tae hang me an be damned, so I think I can suffer your ministrations.

One day your temper will be the death of you! Tina said.

I dinna ha a temper, and Ill knife anyone who says so!

Duncan grinned And here was I thinkin Flamin Tina had all the Kennedy guts.

And so I have. You would have been proud of me if youd seen my performance.

David had consumed half the jug of whisky and couldnt stop laughing. The Douglas said if the Hamiltons were tightfisted, he would hang me. Id like tae ha seen his bloody face when he found the bird had flown. I bet it was blacker than the hobs o hell!

Tina, help me with this bandageits stuck to his arm, Ada implored.

As Valentina saw the extent of the ugly burn, she was furious and called the Douglas every foul name in her extensive vocabulary.

David laughed between long mouthfuls of whisky all the while Ada bathed the arm. Then she took the jug from him and ordered Duncan to hold him securely. Before Davie was aware of what she did, she poured the last half of the fiery liquor over the burn David screamed and passed out.

I had to do that. If that arm starts to fester, he might lose it, she said plainly.

Valentinas face was white. I never really knew what hate was until today. Ada, I hate Black Ram Douglas with all my heart and soul, and I pray God I never, ever see his ugly face again.

Get her tae bed, said Duncan. Sufficient untae the day is the evil thereof.

Chapter 6.

Tina did not get her wish. The moment she succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep, she was back at Douglas, an unwilling prisoner of the Black Ram. He was The Emperor sitting upon a throne decorated with carved rams heads. As she lay at his feet clutching a dark green plaid over her nakedness, she was aware that he had the power and strength of ten men. He was unyielding and unbending in his judgments, and he ruled with an iron hand.

Across the room Butcher Bothwick stood before a steaming caldron, his instruments of torture displayed upon the wall behind him. He held her brother David in a grip of iron. Guilty! Hang him! ordered the Black Ram.

No! Please! begged Tina, crawling to his feet, which were booted and spurred with spiked rams horns.

Arise! Disrobe! ordered the Black Ram.

Never! cried Tina defiantly, her golden eyes blazing her fury.

The Black Ram raised his thunderous brows to Bothwick, who plunged Davids arm into the vat of boiling oil. The boy screamed in agony.

Obey me, and the torture will stop!

Slowly Valentina arose and let the plaid fall to the floor.

She stood before him naked, trembling with loathing and fear. She knew she must not let him see either the loathing or the fear Pride straightened her back and lifted her flaming head high. Her breasts thrust forward impudently, her rouching nipples drawing his eyes, which were devouring her with animal lust. He held out a commanding hand: Come!

She hid her seething emotions behind a cold mask as she drew close to the cruel monster. His callused fingers brushed the flaming triangle of curls upon her mons, and he leered, Firebrand.

She shuddered as he lifted her upon his knee and placed a large ruby in her navel. The jewel is cursed, he told her cruelly. Any other who touches you will die. The palm of one hand opened, and she gasped aloud as it cupped her bare breast; his other hand moved down her thigh, and he whispered hoarsely, Open for me.

Her mind refused to believe he meant her to open her legs, then suddenly he was holding a golden chalice filled with bloodred wine. Open for me, he repeated coaxingly. She was relieved that he meant her to open her lips, but as she drank from the goblet, she realized with horror that the wine was poisoned.

Valentina sat bolt upright in bed and cried out. As she sat shivering, it was a long time before she realized she had been having a nightmare and that in reality she had never sat naked upon the Black Rams knees while he fondled her and took pleasure in feeding her poison.

She slipped from bed and lit a candle to dispel the darklings; then on her knees she gave a quick thanksgiving for their deliverance. When she recalled Old Megs tarot cards and her tortoise, she got back into bed and hugged her knees. Safe and secure in her own bed, she began to laugh. She savored the victory she and David had won over Ram Douglas, and warmth crept back into her limbs as she exulted over the impotence he would experience when he discovered his pigeons had flown the coop.

Tinas first stop in the early morning was Davids bedchamber, where she discovered that Duncan had slept there to keep an eye on Davie. They were relieved that he was looking considerably healthier and that most of the pain had left his arm.

Duncan, she said in a coaxing tone, I dont believe it would be politic to tell Donal about what I did yesterday.

In fact, she said, giving David a speaking look, why even tell him that Davie was caught, since everything worked out so beautifully? Hell rant and rave and read us a sermon cataloguing all our shortcomings, and before you know it Beth will be in tears, the maids will be embroidering the tale, and that Kirsty will have a face like a pikestaff and will make a point of letting Father know you went raiding as soon as his back was turned.

David pressed, She has a point, ye know. The raid was a success. Why spoil it fer Donal?

Duncan eyed his uncontrollable young siblings. If ye stop in bed all day, he told Davie, and ye dinna leave Doon tae go gallivantin God only knows where, he told Tina, Ill think on it.

Duncan, we promise to do whatever you say. We wont give you the slightest trouble, she vowed.

Trouble is yer middle name, Valentina Kennedy, as half Scotland already knows and the other half will discover before yer twenty! Duncan said.

Wheesht, man, when ye flatter her like that, theres no living wi her, Duncan! said Davie.

With a light heart, Tina flew downstairs to the kitchens.

She sat herself on Mr. Burques worktable, a favorite perch whenever she wanted to beguile the attractive Frenchman. Mr. Burque, I need your assistance. Ive invited Patrick Hamilton to dinner tonight, and I need you to serve something superb. And please, my dearest Mr. Burque, make it something that doesnt wear horns.

He chuckled. Cherie, a Scot doesnt feel hes been fed unless hes served mutton.

Patrick is the Earl of Arrans son. Hes not quite as coarse as last weeks visitors.

Then I suggest smoked salmon followed by grouse. Ill make the skin brown and crackling, just the way you like it.

I dont knowmen always eat game with their fingers, she said doubtfully.

Then Ill provide rose-water fingerbowls and napkins, he suggested.

Mr. Burque, I said he wasnt coarse, I didnt say he was refined!

Donal will be back today. Just to be on the safe side, cherie, I think Id better do a rack of lamb. Its in your best interests to have him in a mellow mood, nest-ce pas!

Tina was not worried that Mr. Burque was privy to Kennedy business. He knew enough to keep his mouth shut about her secrets. Last time Patrick Hamilton was here, he went mad over your pate en gelee. Could I impose upon you to make it again, Mr. Burque?

He cast her a provocative glance. Beware! It will make him very frisky!

Oooh la-la, promise? Tina giggled.

Ram Douglas would not have taken the word of a lying Hamilton for all the whisky in the Highlands, but something about the gatehouse guard of Lanark Castle rang true. He told Douglas that he was the highest- ranking Hamilton in residence. Patrick and his men were at Ayr, where his father had anchored the kings new flagship. The Earl of Arrans younger sons were on border patrol, and the rest of the Hamiltons were at Hamilton Castle, much farther north. Too, the deep- seated rivalry between the two clans was so ingrained, a Hamilton would have found it impossible to cower inside his castle while a Douglas with half a dozen moss-troopers sat without. The challenge would have been too insulting, too provoking, too damned deliciously tempting to pass up.

On the ride back to Douglas, Ram pondered who but the Hamiltons would dare lift his cattle. The English would never get this far north because even when he and his moss-troopers were on leave, other borderers guarded the marches. His brow cleared. When he got back, he would soon persuade the lad languishing in the dungeon to enlighten him. Hed never seriously considered hanging the young devil, but he was ready to give his head a damned good bashing against the stone wall of his cell.