Page 271 of The Valiant Knight

It was likely built for Ciarán, and at some point, Duncan tried to cover his tracks so the man he really loved was not killed.

His marriage to Ceit was a cover.

Gabby would bet on it.

Still, she kept going.

It didn’t take long before she found information about Ciarán Begbie and who sold him.

It was horrifying.

His own father sold him to the Granndachs for a few horses. He was meant to be his aid, or chamber man who helped get him dressed and ready.

Digging deeper, she found an article about Ciarán that had been written about a hundred and fifty years ago when a historian dug into the family history.

It had true accounts by the family that didn’t move to America, right before they died out.

Rebecca’s family.

In it, it said that he and Duncan trained together, and were fierce fighters. Then, she found the one paragraph that solved the mystery of their relationship.

‘When the truth came out of Duncan’s penchant for men, not women, they moved to attack the castle. By paying off some servants, they were let in one night, and instead of taking Duncan’s life, they took Ciarán’s. Out of mourning, and to make sure his lover wasn’t desecrated, Duncan hid his body, not trusting anyone to keep it safe, and spent the next ten years mourning him until he died of a terrible disease.’

It appeared that Ceit was right. Duncan had found someone else, but it wasn’t exactly the way she thought it was. Ciarán had likely been his lover long before Ceit came into the picture, and Duncan only married her to hide the truth.

A truth that would get Ciarán and Duncan hurt. The church would have called it blasphemy, and sentenced them to death.

Oh, wow.

She couldn't imagine the pain they both felt for all of those years. Ciarán had to watch the man he loved impregnate a woman, and marry her, and Ceit had to come to grips with not being loved like she thought she was.

They were all victims, and she understood why the house was unsettled.

Now, they just needed to figure out who was the fourth figure.

Out of curiosity, she searched for Duncan’s wife, and it didn’t take her long.

‘The eldest daughter of OisinDarragh, a lord in Ireland, who was in an arranged marriage with Duncan Granndach.’

Well, now they at least knew who her father was. They had another piece of the family’s puzzle.

Sending herself the information, she was going to print that out too.

Pulling out her phone, she called Tony. When he answered, he sounded tired.

Yeah, it had been a long night for all of them.

“Guess what I found?” she asked, excitedly.

He couldn’t imagine.

“Another set of remains? You know I can be there in minutes.”

She laughed.

“No, you nut. I found out about Ciarán Begbie and his history with Duncan. He was sold to him when Duncan was just becoming Lord Granndach. He was sixteen, and Duncan was eighteen.”

Tony listened.