Page 16 of Love Beyond Time (Morna’s Legacy #1)

Exhausted, filthy, and most of all frightened, it took me a moment to realize that the voice belonged to Mary. I swallowed a hard lump that rose in the back of my throat, bringing with it tears of joy, which came from the almost certain knowledge that she would not let them leave me down here.

“Ach, lassie! Ye sure have managed to upset the men around here. One’s yearning for ye so much he has no stayed sober in days, and the other’s calling ye a whore, and that’s the nicest of it!

Now, stand up! I’ve sent both of the boys away for a bit.

I’ll bring ye back up and place ye in his late mother’s chambers, and ye can get yerself cleaned up.

I expect ye’ll have some time alone. It will take the lads a wee bit o’ time to calm down and realize how foolish they’ve both been. ”

I stood a little more shakily than was warranted. Physically, I was fine. Mentally, I was so confused and pissed off that the effort it took to stand seemed almost too much. My voice cracked when I spoke. “Mary, I need to know exactly what’s going on here. You have to tell me what you know.”

“What did ye say, dearie? Wait until we get ye settled in yer new room, and the two of us will have a nice, long talk.” Mary motioned to the guard standing at the end of the passageway, who obviously knew better than to question her.

He retrieved the cell key from his belt before he made his way to the door and obediently opened the lock.

Now released from my cell, I gladly followed her into a beautiful bedroom directly across from Eoin’s.

Mary left after depositing me in the room, but within minutes she returned with a trail of servants carrying steaming pitchers of water to fill the tub.

After laying out some fresh clothes, she sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed her arms, resting them on the fullness of her stomach.

She waited until the tub was filled with steaming water and the servants had retreated before she spoke.

“Alright, dearie. I know ye must be scared to death after the last few days ye’ve had here. I apologize for no explaining what I knew before the wedding, but there just was no time. And believe me, dear, I dinna know where Eoin had placed ye. If I had, I would’ve retrieved ye immediately.”

I smiled gently and stood watching her intently. “I know, Mary. Thank you. But, please, tell me what’s going on. How did I end up here?”

Mary uncomfortably crossed her arms, only to cross them once again as I watched her struggle to find the right words.

“Well, the truth of it is, dearie, that I doona know all that much. Before Alasdair’s death, he told me a long story, but at the time I put most of it up to his injuries. But then, I saw ye, strange as ye could be, and as ignorant as a wee lamb, and I knew everything he’d said was true.”

“What did he say?”

“He said that his sister—she was a witch, ye see—placed a spell and someday soon a young lass in the likeness of Blaire would be brought into our lives. He begged me to watch over ye and to help ye in any way that I could. He said that ye would save us all from something horrible. What he meant by that, I’ll never know.

I expect more answers could be found in Morna’s basement, but I canna read myself and never thought to look. ”

“Morna’s basement? Where is that, Mary? I need to go and look immediately. I have to find a way home.”

“Ach, dearie. I doona expect ye’d find anything to help ye do that.

There was a reason Morna wanted ye here.

I doubt she would make it easy for ye to leave.

If ye want to look, I’ll help ye anyway I can.

But no tonight, lass. Right now, ye are to get yerself into that tub immediately and relax until Old Mary brings ye something to eat, do ye understand?

Come morning, I’ll show ye to Morna’s room. ”

She gave me no opportunity to argue, and as I watched the steam rise from the tub I found myself less anxious to explore Morna’s spell room. I could smell myself, even standing still, and knew I was in desperate need of a bath.

Once stripped, I sunk graciously into the tub, bending my knees so that the water came up to my chin and only my head and kneecaps breached the surface of the water. The water had clearly just been taken off the fire. It was almost too hot, but I was too tired and dirty to care.

It seemed odd to go from watched prisoner to complete solitude so quickly.

It occurred to me briefly that I should jump out of the tub and flee the castle immediately, but I knew there was nowhere better for me to go.

I wasn’t likely to find any answers outside of these walls, and at least Mary seemed to know where I might find them, even if she did a lousy job of explaining it.

I hadn’t realized how tense I was until the heat from the water slowly worked its way over my body, forcing my muscles to relinquish their tight grip. I breathed deeply, relishing the feeling of my nails against my skin as I scrubbed away the dirt on my ankles and arms.

With the tips of my fingers and toes wrinkled to prunes and my skin red from both the heat of the water and the thorough scrub-down I’d just given myself, I lay my head against the back of the tub and threw my hair over the side, allowing it to dry.

The steam from the water quickly receded, and as my skin tightened in response to the cooling water I turned my head toward the fireplace and stared into the flames. The brilliant amber beams danced over the wood, and as I followed their movement the cooling water seemed warm once more.

The tub was close enough to the fireplace that some of the heat from the flames warmed my left arm, which hung over the side of the tub.

The light emitting from the fireplace mixed with the darkness, which had slowly flooded the room as the sun dropped lower into the horizon.

The combination of light and dark was soothing, and my mind drifted closer to sleep with each flicker of the flames.

Just as I was at the edge of slumber the bedroom door opened and closed, causing me to nearly jump out of the water.

Suddenly being jarred from my daze made me realize how cold I had actually become.

My entire body was wrinkled from being in the water too long, and my nipples were pointed into hard beads.

I assumed it was Mary with some food, but then I heard the deep voice.

I moved quickly to cross my legs and cover my chest with my arms as I heard Eoin’s footsteps behind me.

“I’m no sure what to say to ye, lass. I behaved badly by locking ye away, but I was so angry it was all that came to mind.”

He stopped right next to the tub, but his head and eyes were turned away from my body as he bent and touched the surface of the water with his fingertips, quickly jerking them away.

“Ach, lass! Ye’ll get yerself sick sitting in water that cold. How long have ye been in there?”

“I . . . I don’t know. Since Mary brought me up here. I might have fallen asleep.” I pulled my knees up toward my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. It was warmer, and it seemed to cover a little more of my intimate parts.

I watched as Eoin reached toward the bed to grab a blanket off the top. He stretched it out and held it open for me, still looking away. “Here, lass, stand up and go sit by the fire.”

He could sense my hesitation, and I could see the corner of his left brow crease in frustration. “I’m no looking at ye, lass. I just want to talk to ye, but if ye doona get yerself out of that tub I’ll lift ye out of it meself.”

Even through the little time I’d spent with him, I knew he wouldn’t make an idle threat. I reached out and snatched the blanket, wrapping it around myself as I stepped out of the large basin.

Silently I walked closer to the fire, sitting as close to the flames as I could on the stone floor.

Keeping my hands, arms, and legs inside the blanket, I hugged myself, enjoying the feeling of hiding every part except my head underneath the blanket.

It helped conceal the fact that my legs were shaking.

I was so nervous for whatever he was going to say, I felt like I could vomit.

Thankfully, he didn’t force me to wait too long before he spoke.

“Blaire. I canna pretend that I’m no any less angry at ye than I was before.

I know that Arran puts the blame on himself, but from what I saw, ye are guilty as well.

I know I must allow ye to live in the castle and act as me wife on certain occasions, but as far as I’m concerned, our marriage is invalid.

I’ll no be unkind to ye, but I’ll no treat ye as I would a loving companion either. ”

He paused, obviously waiting for a response, which I didn’t have. After waiting a few moments, he gave up and continued.

“No one outside of the castle will know the truth about our marriage, but we will live for the most part separately, only joining when it is time to produce an heir. Regardless, ye are never to be alone with Arran again. And we will be spending quite a lot of time together for the sake of appearances, aye? It is my hope that we can both learn to live in peace with one another.”

He stared intently, his dark eyes blacker than usual, as he awaited my response.

I was so filled with relief at learning that I would be staying in a separate room and living separately that I was unsure of what to say.

As far as producing an heir, I had no intention of hanging around long enough for that to be an issue.

I could tell he was still furious and it was all he could do to speak to me politely. If I showed him just how glad I was to hear every word he’d just said, I knew it might crack his calm facade. Remorse was the best way to soothe a man’s wounded ego.

“I am sorry for what happened, Eoin. I have no good explanation. I understand the reasons for yer requests and, aye, I accept them. Ye have my word that I will no make the same mistake again. Thank ye for not leaving me in that prison.” I tried to look as apologetic as I could.

I truly was sorry for upsetting him, but I knew the situation was really caused by someone other than myself.

Eoin’s eyes softened at my words and he walked toward me, gently placing a hand on the top of my head. “Aye. I know ye are, lass. I’m sorry that it must be this way, too. I’ll leave ye to rest now. We all gather for breakfast in the grand dining hall every morning. Ye will be expected at my side.”

I glanced up at him, and he jerked his hand away, his eyes hardening as he turned and left, leaving me alone in the room once more.