Page 22 of Bewitching the Knight (A Knight’s Tale #2)
I an spotted Brecken coming into the room, still wearing a cloak, his cheeks reddened from travel. He glanced around the room, confusion evident on his face. “What happens here?”
Tori’s head jerked up, she spied him, sobbed harder, and wove through the crowd to throw herself against the young man who opened his arms and held her close. “What happens here?” he repeated, more softly.
Ian expelled a breath. “’Tis Beth. She’s been murdered.”
Brecken gaped as the crowd parted for him to see Beth laid out on the table. “Nay.” He gripped Tori tighter. “How? Why?”
A man, dressed unmistakably in priest’s tunic and hooded cap, entered the room and stood beside Brecken, his curious gaze taking everything in.
Ian’s lips parted. He’d just been considering easing his stance and perhaps borrowing a priest from Laird Grenock while he decided his feelings on the matter. So the man of God appearing out of nowhere was startling to say the least. “What is he doing here?”
Brecken thrust his chin forward as he held Tori protectively. “I’m keeping him. We are all keeping him. I brought him for other reasons, but,” he took a breath, “it looks as if Beth needs him right now.” He glanced about. “Mayhap we all do.”
Ian stared at the priest until the man shifted uncomfortably. The cleric finally spotted Beth and his mouth parted. “Oh. Oh, dear me.”
Ian studied the man. If he weren’t wearing priest’s garb, he might seem pleasant enough; concerned and caring—if Ian was any judge of character. If the man proved otherwise, Ian could deal with him later.
Turning in Brecken’s arms, Tori let out a sob. “Please, Laird. Please let him in.”
Ian turned his gaze to Tori to see the devastation brimming in her eyes. He bade the priest come near and everyone in the hall seemed to exhale.
The priest approached Beth and began praying over her as he removed a garment from his pouch and slipped it over his tunic. Next he donned a stole and placed it over his shoulders. Lastly he pulled out a large cross, and a waterskin, presumably filled with holy water. Each person in the room watched his every move. Ian had to admit the man seemed competent, and, since that was exactly what his clan needed at the moment, he allowed the proceedings.
Tori looked to the priest with expectancy and hope, then back at Brecken, adoration…and love…in her gaze.
Ian quietly left the room, walked up the stairs, and down the hallway. Once in his chamber he pressed his fingers into his forehead, breathed out slowly, and tried to gather his thoughts.
* * *
A few minutes later, after painstakingly making her way out of the crowded hall, Samantha followed Ian and, hoping he went upstairs rather than outside, started climbing—only to stop near the top when she heard voices in the hallway above.
“Where did this priest come from?” Janetta sounded shocked
“I brought him from Stirling,” Brecken said.
Samantha stopped, unsure whether to continue or not. She didn’t want to break in on a private conversation, but she didn’t want to get caught skulking on the stairs either.
“And he’ll be going right back again?”
Samantha crept up one more stair, hesitated.
“He’s staying.” Brecken’s answer was firm.
“Ye’ll not be marrying that girl from pity.”
“Nae, I won’t,” Brecken’s voice was irritated. “But I shall marry her for love.”
“Love?” Janetta scoffed the word.
“Yes, Mother, love . Tori will need me more than ever now. And I plan to be there for her.”
“You can do better than a servant girl.” Frustration seared Janetta’s voice.
“I’ll not listen to this. Not wi’ Beth dead on the table downstairs.”
Yikes. Samantha standing frozen on the stair, was relieved when their voices headed in the opposite direction, toward the family rooms and ladies solar. She’d feel sorry for Brecken—after all, in this time period parent’s opinions held a lot of sway when choosing a spouse—except she knew it worked out for the young couple.
When their voices faded completely, Samantha finally headed to Ian’s room. She found him standing alone, looking out the window, bracing one arm against the stone and leaning his head against his forearm. The picture of dejection.
Her heart ached for him and she didn’t even stop to think, she just surged forward and hugged him from behind. “You can’t blame yourself,” she said. “This is all on the murderer.”
Ian’s forehead rocked back and forth against his arm as he shook his head. “I should have figured this out by now.” He reared back and slapped his palm against the stone, forcing her to step away. “ Who is doing this? Why?”
Samantha wondered if Willie had been around. He’d be her number one suspect. But then, she was the only one he was after, so she didn’t say anything. Why couldn’t there have been a footnote in the history books telling about Beth’s death, or Ian’s? Some hint that marked someone as the murderer. But there hadn’t been. She, of all people, would definitely have known.
All she could do at this point was give Ian her support. Between the two of them, they should be able to think of something. “I’ll help you. We’ll figure out who killed Beth, together. We’ll stop this fiend, I promise.”
“Count me in.”
They both turned to see Brecken in the doorway, a look of determination on his face.
* * *
Brecken left the room only to return minutes later with two chairs from the women’s solar. He set them in the middle of the room, dragged one more from against the wall, and bolted the door. “First the attempts on Ian, and now Beth is dead. We have to find the murderer.” He gestured Samantha into a chair, and Ian couldn’t help but feel a spurt of admiration for the lad’s determination.
Ian joined them, sinking onto the third chair. “Agreed.”
No one said anything for a moment and Samantha finally spoke. “Let’s talk about opportunity. Ian and I are above suspicion as we weren’t here when Beth died. But what about you, Brecken? You disappeared on us. Where were you?”
Brecken didn’t look worried or surprised by the accusation. Another point in the lad’s favor. “Acquiring the priest. I had to convince him to come. He’s been wi’ me for two days straight and even slept in my tent wi’ me. I’m sure he’ll vouch for my whereabouts.” He glanced down and his lips tightened, twisted, and his chin wobbled. “Anyhow, I love Beth. I’d never have harmed her. Not ever. Come to that, I’d not ever hurt any woman.”
Samantha looked away, probably to give Brecken privacy to get his emotions under control. “What about the attacks on Ian, though? You’ve had plenty of opportunity to try and kill him. And as you’d be laird after he’s gone, don’t you think that’s reason enough?”
Brecken sat forward. “I dinna care about that! I’m no murderer.”
Ian dug his fingers into his temples. He appreciated what she was trying to do, but this wasn’t getting them anywhere. “I already gave him the chance to kill me and he didna take it. In fact, he tried to save my life instead.”
Brecken’s mouth fell open. He closed it and nodded. “Campbell’s raid was a test?”
“It was. You do have the most to gain.”
Brecken laughed without humor. “I suppose I’d be dead and buried had I made an attempt that night.”
“Aye.”
Brecken threw out a hand. “There, then. Even Himself knows I mean him no harm.”
Samantha lifted a shoulder. “I didn’t really think so, but I did have to ask. Okay. What other motivations could there be? Who could want both Beth and Ian dead?”
All three of them remained silent. Ian sighed. He’d thought this through a hundred times before.
“What about the crown?” she asked. “Who could know you have it?”
“Everyone, now,” Ian said.
Brecken nodded. “I’ve no doubt it’s been the main topic of conversation since we left for Stirling.”
Ian carefully avoided glancing at its current hiding place. Samantha already knew of the spot, but he saw no need to advertise its present whereabouts.
Samantha rolled her eyes. “Well, yes, now people have been talking. But before Laird Campbell announced it to all and sundry, who knew?”
“Until you?” Ian lifted a shoulder. “No one.”
Brecken shrugged. “I’d never heard of it.”
“Dugald?” Samantha asked.
Ian shook his head. This was a waste of time. “I never told him.”
Samantha’s eyes narrowed. “But he could have searched—”
“Not Dugald. Anyhow, he was with us when Beth was murdered.”
They were silent again.
Samantha sighed. “Maybe Beth found out something and had to be silenced?”
Brecken nodded. “Aye. She knew everythin’ what happened in the castle. But if she saw something?”
“She was found in the hallway?” Samantha looked between the two of them. “Could that be important? Have any special significance?”
Ian shrugged. “Everyone has access to the upstairs.”
Brecken nodded. “Agreed.”
“Janetta?”
Ian considered his motherly aunt and shook his head. “Nay. She’d not have it in her.”
“Quinn?”
He and Brecken shook their heads again.
“Tori?” Samantha asked.
This time the men didn’t even think about it. “Nay,” Ian said. “She adored her mother.”
Brecken agreed.
They discussed the servants with direct access to food. Wondered if Reed, who’d lost his arm in battle, could feel resentment toward Ian. Considered the possibility of an unknown assailant, or assailants. Campbells intent on revenge? They’d have been noted. They deemed innocent the peculiar girl from the kitchens who spoke overmuch and bounded about in an irritating manner. Other servants? Guards? Any feelings or impressions they’d had about specific people? Samantha even brought up Willie, but the man hadn’t been seen inside the keep itself in months.
Finally Samantha sighed. “I see why you haven’t figured it out yet.”
Ian nodded slowly. “I’ve been round and round this before.”
Samantha leaned back in her chair. “We need a new idea. A different way of looking at this thing. What if we set another trap? It helped eliminate Brecken as a suspect, right?”
“A trap?” Brecken asked.
Ian stared at her, then slowly straightened in his chair. “Aye. That’s not a bad notion. ’Tis time to try somethin’ new.”
Samantha and Brecken both looked at him, expectation evident in their faces.
He smiled, reached for Samantha’s hand, and pressed a kiss to her skin. Never taking his gaze from her he asked, “Are ye much of a player?”