Page 20 of Fearless Heart

Chapter Six

Alone by the stream, Lillia gazed about the lovely view. The waters were deep enough to bathe in. There was a small but beautiful grave set nearby. Someone cared for the grounds around the wooden cross. A name, Finley, etched the wood. The autumn day did little to allay her restless heart. Seeing Heath again at her home, and once again here in the wilds of Dumfries excited yet daunted her.

When she reached the caves with Gilroy, she was somewhat fearful of what she’d find. The legend of the king’s guard reached well beyond the towns and villages. Many tales spread far and wide and even reached the borders of Scotland. Lillia debated whether to seek the aid of the guard. She considered asking them to take her to King Robert. If she pleaded for clemency with the king and told him of the possible revolt, he might keep her safe and not consider her treasonous.

But then she saw Heath and any considerations she’d had fled. She wouldn’t bring her troubles to him no matter how fearful she was. Somehow she would find a way to warn the king of the plot and keep herself from being harmed in the process.

Her heart finally slowed enough to slacken her breath. Heath left her hastily when she beseeched him not to send her away. She took off her slippers and was about to sit by the bank and soak her feet. But the ground was slick, and she fell upon her bottom and slipped down the bank’s incline into the water.

Lillia came up sputtering. She pushed the curling tresses out of her eyes and found Heath standing by the bank staring at her. He threw his hand down at her and she laughed. Without hesitation, she took his hand, and he helped her out of the water.

“I told ye you were always gawkish.” He tried to hide his grin but failed.

“I am not clumsy. I lost my footing is all. It’s slippery. I should’ve been more careful. You returned. You ran off so quickly, I didn’t think you’d come back.”

“I needed a moment to …” He didn’t finish his excuse, but pulled his tartan free from his chest and set it around her shoulders. “Are you cold?”

She shook her head, but couldn’t take her eyes from the tautness of the tunic covering his torso. “Why did you return? Are you here to take me to the village all ready?”

“You shocked me, Lillia. I didn’t expect—”

“If you wish me to leave, I shall. I don’t want to cause any trouble for you. The last thing I want is to interfere with your work. I understand you are one of the king’s guard and how you help others.” Lillia wouldn’t look him in the eyes. She didn’t wish to see the look of dread there, knowing what was to come. He’d send her back home. If she returned home, she’d be forced to wed the vile Sinclair.

Heath sat on a large crag next to the water and pulled her to sit with him. She marveled at his touch. She’d always been affected by him and likely always would. If only he hadn’t been sent away, they’d likely be wedded and have a few bairns by now. But with his departure, Lillia was left to worry and ponder if she’d ever see him again. Now that she was joined to him again, she hoped to find a way to stay with him without bringing him peril.

“There is much to consider. But before I decide on sending you off, I want the truth.”

She tightened the grip on his hand. “Of course I would never speak a falsehood to you.” He eyed her suspiciously, and she smiled. “Truly. Ask your questions.” Yet Lillia knew she had to invent a rational reason why she was there. No one could know the circumstances of her birth or her secret. As far as she knew there weren’t many who discerned who she was and she meant to keep it that way.

“You say you left your home because your betrothed was unacceptable?”

“Aye. He was undesirable and I couldn’t tell my da I wouldn’t marry him. I refused too many suitors as it was and I didn’t want to … disappoint my da so I … left. I spoke to your father. He was at my betrothal feast and bid me to go to Fraser land. That he’d give me sanctuary. I took it he didn’t want my father’s alliance with my betrothed. I had left my father’s keep and was on my way there when I found Gilroy. I had to save him, didn’t I?” Lillia ceased her rambling when he watched her with cynical eyes.

He nodded slightly. “Mayhap. Tell me why you were fleeing two men when you happened upon me at the festival? And I shan’t believe they were suitors, Lillia. Because another man attacked you and I killed him to keep you safe. Why would Gilroy say those men searched for a lass? ‘Tis obvious to me they were after you.”

Lillia firmed her lips. She’d have to pile the falsities atop one another. When she took too long to answer, he squeezed her hand. “It has to be happenstance. I never saw the two men who followed me before. And the man who attacked me, surely he was besotted and likely drink controlled him. He probably wanted to steal kisses. The two men who harmed Gilroy … they couldn’t be the same men who followed me at the keep.” She took a breath and waited for his denial of all she’d said. Lillia had a hard time believing her own falsities.

But he had to believe her. If he didn’t, he might be caught in the plot to usurp the king. He’d spoken of his duty to the king and she didn’t want to embroil him in her predicament. She was in enough trouble for the two of them. The quandary tightened her chest.

“I am hesitant to trust you. You say they weren’t the same men?”

“They weren’t for I saw them clearly. Gilroy heard the other men speak of a lass and thought they meant me. He is quite mistaken. Why would they search for me?”

He watched her intently. The crisp blue of his eyes searched her for dishonesty. She almost balked under his perusal and confessed for his eyes always saw through her. Yet she had to maintain her fabrications.

“Those men have nothing to do with me. The only danger I’m in is having to wed the most uncouth man alive and I refuse to. If I’d stayed my father would have given me no choice.” She pulled her hands free and kept a serene expression. Lord, she was getting good at fabrication. Although the situation pertaining to her betrothed was most truthful, she hadn’t lied about that.

“If you are being sincere, then you should return home and tell your da so. He wouldn’t force you to wed someone you detest. Your family will worry.”

“If I return my da will insist I wed the rabble. I cannot return, but I shall think on it. I want to know about the king’s guard.”

Heath crossed his ankles and appeared to accept her excuses. She smiled and waited for him to speak and when he didn’t, she pressed him further.

“I saw you and your to comrades last eve when you came to question Gilroy. Why do you hide if you’re to protect the king?”

“How do you ken we hide?”

She waved her hand about. “If you weren’t hiding, you wouldn’t be here in such a remote place. Besides, Gilroy told me some of the tale. Why you were exiled. Why you returned. How you aid the king and those in need without King Robert’s knowledge. It is quite honorable.”