An English Bride In Scotland (11 page)

“So it’s food,” she mumbled, sliding out of bed and peering around in the light from the dying fire for something to wear. She had no idea who had built and started the fire. Seonag or Ross, she supposed. Annabel wasn’t sure if there had been a fire the first time she’d woken up, but it had been burning merrily away when she’d woken up the second time. It was mostly embers now, with a few small flames, but it was enough for her to see by. Sadly, she wasn’t seeing a single dress. Not even the one she’d been wearing that Ross claimed he’d had to cut away.

Perhaps she’d just have to crawl back into bed and wait for morning to break her fast, Annabel thought, only to have her stomach rumble in protest. It reminded her that aside from the fact that she’d barely touched the food when Ross had set her at the table earlier, she’d really only picked at the lovely picnic Angus had prepared for them that afternoon.

Annabel glanced toward the table and then went over to survey the food there. Sadly, a quick sampling proved that the stew was even colder and less appetizing now than it had been earlier, and the cheese had just grown harder.

Tsking under her breath, Annabel turned back toward the bed, pausing when she spotted her husband’s shirt and plaid. In the next moment, she’d crossed to snatch both up. Annabel dragged the shirt on first. It was overlarge, nearly a tent on her smaller frame, but it covered everything more decently than Lady Magaidh’s dress had, so she quickly folded the plaid in half and wrapped it around her waist as a makeshift skirt. A quick search revealed the pin Ross used to secure his plaid half buried in the rushes on the floor. Bending to collect it, Annabel used it to fasten the skirt in place, and then peered down at herself.

The skirt she’d fashioned reached to the tops of her bare feet. It would do, she decided.

The hall was dark when Annabel opened the bedchamber door and stepped out, dark enough that she didn’t see the shape lying in her path and stumbled over it. Catching at the door frame, she managed to save herself from a nasty fall, and then squinted at the black mass on the ground at her feet. It was the low growling that gave away what she couldn’t see very well. A dog. More specifically, Ross’s father’s dog, Jasper, she guessed, recalling the name Seonag had mentioned. No doubt this room had belonged to Ross’s father while he’d lived and the dog was here, waiting for his master to return, not understanding that he never would.

Annabel contemplated the dark shape, wondering just how wild he’d gone since the old laird’s passing and whether he was dangerous. But then she decided that Ross would hardly let him run wild if he was dangerous, so she ignored his growls and said softly, “What is it, Jasper? Missing your master, are you?”

The growling paused and Annabel heard a thump that she guessed was his tail hitting the floor. She didn’t reach out to pet him then, she’d worked around animals in the stables and knew enough not to try to move too quickly, so Annabel turned her side to him and calmly pulled the bedchamber door closed. Her eyes had adjusted enough that she could make out shapes and shadows in the hall now by the faint light coming from a fire in the great hall below. Turning toward the stairs, she headed that way, saying softly, “You may come with me if you like, Jasper. I would appreciate the company.”

Annabel didn’t think for a moment that the dog understood what she’d said other than to know that she’d used his name, but that was enough for him to get to his feet and follow her curiously at a safe distance. He was perhaps four steps behind her as she descended the stairs, but moved a little closer once she reached the great hall floor and began to make her way through the bodies sleeping there.

Annabel peered curiously at the sleeping faces she passed. She had been at MacKay for twenty-four hours by her guess, but other than the cook and the handful of people who had been present when she’d tended the wounded merchant, she hadn’t met many of the people she was now lady over. Actually, she hadn’t even met the people who had attended while she’d cared for the merchant. She’d simply been in their presence. Goodness, Annabel realized suddenly, she hadn’t even yet eaten a meal with anyone but her husband. It made her wonder what the people of MacKay must be thinking. She hoped they did not think that she thought herself too good to sit at a table with them. Of course, they would know she’d been wounded today, but did they understand that she was not the one who had chosen not to break her fast or eat her nooning meal with them? That those decisions had been made for her?

Grimacing, Annabel decided she was most definitely going to break her fast in the great hall come morning. She might be unskilled at the job that had been thrust on her with this marriage, but she would at least be present and make an effort at being a proper lady to the people of MacKay.

Jasper was still keeping a two-foot space between them when Annabel reached the doors to the kitchens. Not wishing to crowd him, she passed through the door and then stepped to the side and held the door for him to follow. Once he had entered and moved out of the way, she let the door slide closed and then peered around the kitchens. The light here was much better than in the great hall. It was also a lot warmer. Uncomfortably so, and Annabel understood why when she noted that a fire was still burning with some enthusiasm under a pot across the room.

Curious, she walked to it and peered at the contents. It appeared to be a soup of some kind bubbling away. It smelled delicious and Annabel briefly considered finding a trencher and serving herself, but she didn’t see any handy trenchers lying about for her to use. Deciding she’d probably spill it on her way back through the great hall and burn some poor unsuspecting sleeper anyway, she gave up on the idea and made a quick search for something else.

Moments later Annabel had found a pantry and loaded herself up with cheese, fruit and a crusty roll, and was leading Jasper out of the kitchens and back across the great hall. The dog followed her much more closely on the return journey. Much to her amusement, he was nearly treading on her heels in his eagerness not to be left behind. Annabel had dropped him a couple of pieces of cheese as she’d cut it and thought wryly that it was amazing what a little culinary bribery could do. The dog had gobbled up the offerings as if starving and had stuck close to her ever since.

Jasper stopped in the hall and sat down to watch silently as Annabel shifted her booty and opened the bedchamber door. When she stepped inside and then glanced back to whisper, “Come,” he stood up eagerly and rushed into the room.

Smiling faintly at this sign of good training, Annabel closed the door and then led him to the chairs by the fire. When she sat in one of the chairs, he settled at her feet and steadfastly refused to look at the food she held. He’d been trained not to beg, she noted with satisfaction and rewarded him with a bit of cheese and then some fruit as well. Jasper was careful not to nip her as he took the offerings and then gobbled both up eagerly before laying his head on her knee. Taking that for the invitation it was, Annabel gave him a pat and told him he was a good boy, then caressed his head and stared into the fire for a bit, marveling over how her life had changed and wondering when she would wake up from this dream she was surely having.

“
W
IFE.”

Annabel stirred sleepily, and then sighed as a warm hand slid down her side and over her hip under the linens and furs. When that hand then made the return journey, she rolled back until her husband’s chest pressed against her back, and was rewarded by that hand detouring to find one breast and caress it.

“Mmm,” Annabel murmured as heat began to seep through her. “Good morning, husband.”

“Good morning,” Ross said softly, and kissed her ear before asking, “Why is there a dog in our bed?”

Annabel’s eyes popped open and she lifted her head to look around until she spotted Jasper lying at the bottom corner of the bed. When the dog raised his head to meet her gaze and began to wag his tail, she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the doggy grin he was giving her.

“Your father must have let him sleep there,” she said apologetically. Jasper had lain down on the floor beside the bed when she’d finally decided she might sleep and had rejoined Ross. Apparently, the dog had joined them in it after she’d dozed off, because she hadn’t felt him climbing onto the bed.

“How did he get into the room?” Ross asked next.

“Ah.” Annabel grimaced, and then admitted, “I let him in.”

When silence met this admission, she added, “He misses your father, husband.”

“He is a dog, wife,” Ross said dryly.

Annabel turned over in bed so she could see his face and said, “Aye, but dogs are not solitary creatures, husband. They are used to a pack. Your father was Jasper’s pack. Now he is gone and Jasper has none. ’Tis why he has been difficult. He just needs to feel part of a pack again.”

Silence crowded in again when she stopped talking and Annabel was trying to think of something else to say, when Ross asked curiously, “Did ye have dogs growing up?”

“Nay,” she admitted reluctantly. She had wanted one, but of course the abbess would never have allowed it.

“Then how do ye ken so much about them?” he asked.

Annabel sighed and then admitted, “Sister Clara was very knowledgeable about them. She raised them when she was married and used to tell me about her dogs and their behaviors and such.”

“I thought yer sister’s name was Kate,” Ross said with a frown, and then glanced to the door when a knock sounded. Annabel quickly tugged the furs up to her chin as he called, “Come in.”

Gilly immediately stuck his head into the room. He paused long enough to smile and wish Annabel good morning, and then turned his attention to Ross and announced, “A messenger just arrived from yer lady sister. She and her husband’ll be here by noon.”

Ross nodded and murmured his thanks, then turned back to her as Gilly pulled his head back and closed the door, but Annabel was already throwing the linens and furs aside and leaping from bed.

“What are ye doing?” he asked, a frown in his voice. “Come back to bed.”

“What?” Annabel asked, glancing at him with amazement, and then she shook her head and turned away to grab up his plaid and wrap it around herself in the roman style, saying, “Nay. Your sister is coming. We have to get ready.”

“She will not be here fer hours,” Ross protested on a laugh. “Come back to bed. ’Tis Thursday.”

Annabel glanced at him in confusion, not knowing what it being Thursday had to do with anything, and then hurried to the door, clutching his plaid closed above her chest. “I have to get a dress ready. I will not be bursting out of the neckline when I meet your sister.”

“That’s—” Ross paused when she tugged the door open and they both saw Seonag on the threshold, hand raised to knock.

The woman only paused a beat before bustling into the room, several gowns over one arm. “I brought the best of the gowns I found yesterday, but they all need work. I never got to repairing them yesterday what with running between ye and the merchant,” she added apologetically.

“No, of course you did not,” Annabel said with understanding as she pushed the door closed. “ ’Tis all right. Surely we can get one ready by noon?”

“Aye,” Seonag agreed, sounding relieved that she wasn’t angry.

A sigh from the bed made them both glance that way as Ross tossed the furs and linens aside to get up.

“I suppose there is no reason fer me to stay abed then,” he said dryly, bending to pick up his shirt. He tugged it on and then walked to Annabel and gave her a slow, hungry kiss that had her releasing his plaid to reach for him. The moment she did, he broke the kiss and stepped back taking the plaid with him.

“I’ll need this. Besides, I like ye better that way,” he said with a grin as Annabel gasped in surprise at being left naked.

“
W
ELL?”
A
NNABEL ASKED
anxiously when Seonag remained silent too long.

“ ’Tis perfect,” Seonag pronounced at last. “Ye can no’ even tell it has been let out in the bust.”

Annabel sagged with relief, but glanced down at the deep red gown she wore and asked worriedly, “Is the color all right on me? I have never worn anything so bold before.”

“Well, ye should,” the maid said firmly. “The color suits ye. The pink ye wore yesterday was too pale fer yer coloring.”

Annabel smiled wryly at that. Pale and drab fabrics had always been favored at the abbey. No one would have dared to wear this color for fear of displeasing the abbess.

Fortunately, she did not have to deal with the woman’s likes or dislikes anymore, Annabel reminded herself firmly, and turned her mind to what else had to be done to prepare for Giorsal’s visit. The problem was, she didn’t have a clue what that list included.

She was ready in the gown she and Seonag had prepared. The maid had even done her hair again for her. But what else should she do?

Food, she thought and asked, “Has someone informed Angus that we are to have company?”

“Aye. Gilly told both Cook and I ere coming upstairs in search of the laird,” she assured her. “Angus was planning what he would serve as I left.”

“Good,” Annabel murmured, but wondered if she was expected to check with the cook about what he was preparing. Or would that be considered insulting? She decided not to check with him. Whether Angus was aware of it or not, he knew better what was expected in this situation than she did.

Grimacing over that, Annabel hurried to help gather the remaining gowns when Seonag began to collect them.

“I can manage, m’lady,” Seonag said at once, but Annabel shook her head.

“I can help. I am going below anyway, and I would not want you tripping over the material on your way down the stairs.”

Seonag had commented earlier that she would store away the gowns that still needed mending in a sewing basket by the fire in the great hall so that they could work on them as they had time. Annabel had wondered that they would all fit in the basket mentioned, but she needn’t have worried. The basket in question was huge. Lady Magaidh must have done a great deal of mending over the years, she decided. Fortunately, that was something Annabel could manage. She had made her own dresses and mended any tears and such for years now. Annabel knew she was not quick at the task; working with Seonag had proven that, but she could sew a straight line.