Forbidden Heart (Hearts of the Highlands #6) - Paula Quinn Page 0,77
scar-faced Highlander cut him off. “Tell me what I wish to know.”
Morgann sat up on the floor and told him about his original loyalty to John Stewart and how it had moved to the captain. “I wanted to tell the men not to shoot her, Mac. I did tell them. But they wouldna listen to me. They didna care that she was a novice.”
Mac bolted up. “Silene was shot? Does she live?”
“Aye.” Morgann let him know. “Followin’ the steward’s orders, Jack MacKinny shot an arrow at her but missed.”
“MacKinny!” Mac’s gaze went dark. “That bastard!”
“Why did the steward order her death so quickly?” he asked Morgann. “How does he not know she wasna taken against her wishes and that is why she didna speak her vows?”
Morgann shrugged his shoulders. His duty was not to ask questions of his lord, but he would ask them of the captain’s close friend.
“What are ye doin’ here lookin’ over the stronghold wall. Who were ye watchin’?”
“The captain,” Mac told him truthfully. “The others and I traveled separately. I didna know whether or not he had arrived. I wouldna try to get into the stronghold at night.”
“Where are the others?” Morgann asked, afraid and ashamed to see them.
“They will be here. Enough questions. I’ll do the askin’. Tell me everythin’.”
Morgann told him about how MacKinny almost succeeded. “The captain killed him.”
“But he let ye live.”
“Aye.”
“Ye are fortunate. I would have killed ye.”
Morgann nodded. “She told me she was goin’ to pray that all goes well fer me.”
“Aye. She is thoughtful.”
“All the more reason I hate myself fer my part in this.”
“We will discuss it in the mornin’,” Mac said. “Get some sleep.
Morgann closed his eyes to the dark, cold house but at least he was warmer.
He fell asleep and dreamed of running.
The next morning, he opened his eyes to the tip of a blade at his throat and two pairs of green eyes staring down at him.
“Mornin’, Captain,” he said nervously. He looked at the kitten tucked into the captain’s neck to calm himself.
“Wake up. Ye willna sleep all day.”
“Cap,” said Mac with a plate of food in his lap. “He says he betrayed ye.”
“And her,” the captain added. Mac agreed.
“Captain, I wanted to stop them from killin’ her,” Morgann finally told him, but it was too late.
“I think he should die fer his crime.”
Mac shrugged. “Mayhap, but he is a soldier in the House of Stewart. We will have to give account before a dozen councils if we kill him.”
The captain looked at Morgann as if he wanted to kill him with his bare hands.
Morgann rose from the floor.
“Where is the food? I will prepare ye somethin’, Captain.”
“And mayhap poison me?”
Morgann shook his head. He wanted to get away from the captain before he drove the man to run him through. He could see it in his eyes. Murder, violence, unforgiveness.
“Where are the others?” Morgann heard him ask Mac.
Morgann lowered his head. He felt like the lowest worm. What would Will and Padrig say when they heard what he had done? Who would believe that Morgann cared for them all, even more than he cared for John? They had taken him in like a brother. He had fought by their sides more than once. There had been times when, before bed, he thought he would give his life for theirs.
His secret had weighed on him heavily, making him somber and serious.
He was sorry. He was sorry and he wanted to tell her.
He heard the captain and Mac moving behind him. When he turned, he saw them cloaked and hooded and leaving the cottage.
Morgann followed them. When he stepped outside, he saw Will and Padrig riding up the hill. His heart sank. He wasn’t always sure about Will, but Padrig was loyal to the captain.
The hulking Highlander was going to kill him. Morgann began to panic. He didn’t want to be here to hear his sentence, deserved or not. He wanted to run. He could run for a horse, get the—
The captain turned his head and looked directly at him as if he could hear his thoughts. The warning glint in his eyes convinced Morgann not to make the captain chase him.
He remained still and waited for his punishment.
They brought the horses to the small shelter behind the cottage. When they returned, Will greeted Morgann with a playful slap and tossed a travel bag to him. “Take that to Sister Silene later, will ye? ’Tis her clothes.”