The Seer - Hildie McQueen Page 0,12

room, she stopped by a guard who took her hand and pulled to the center where people danced. Temporarily distracted, Fiona’s lips curved into a delighted smile as she began to dance.

Although constantly scanning the room, the seer seemed at ease. His gaze moved to her and then down her body. The boldness of his gaze took Dallis by surprise. Why did he look at her in such a manner? Just the day before, he’d acted as if she were a bother.

Dallis ensured a flat look when he once again met her gaze. To her chagrin, the corners of his lips lifted just a bit.

“There ye are. Mau I ask for the pleasure of this dance?” Cuthbert Robertson took her elbow.

Of all the times for the toad to appear. Over his shoulder, Dallis noted her parents seemed to be holding their breath.

“Yes of course.” Dallis attempted a smile but was sure it looked more like a sneer.

Cuthbert was so self-absorbed, he assumed she was thrilled he’d taken notice of her. By the way he continued looking around the room, it was obvious he checked to see if there was a prettier and or willing lass about.

When they arrived at the dance floor, they circled along with the others. Thankfully the particular dance did not call for holding hands.

Upon partnering up again, Cuthbert leaned into her ear. “I was informed ye remain without marriage prospects.” The arrogant bloat of a man lifted an eyebrow. “Perhaps ye should consider that it is sometimes necessary to... let’s say extend an offering to entice a husband.”

Dallis pretended ignorance. “Do ye think so?”

“Yes. Men like to know what to expect.” Cuthbert leered down at her breasts. “A taste of what is to come.”

It took all her strength not to shudder in revulsion. Instead, she stepped on his foot and he grimaced. “I apologize. I am not the best of dancers.” She exclaimed and began dancing faster, her feet making quick beats with the music.

“I am learning to do better.” Dallis moved back just a bit and lifted her skirts as she jumped from one foot to the other. “Join me.”

Not to be outdone, Cuthbert began to dance like her and soon several others began to do so as well. The musicians continued with the lively tune as more dancers joined in.

The dancing continued and soon Cuthbert competed with another man to see who could kick the highest.

Dallis slipped away and headed toward the table where her brother and the other two sat. The table was empty. She whirled to find Fiona dancing with the seer who seemed to be enjoying himself. Unlike the others, they’d not joined the leaping dance, but along with other more sensible couples swayed side to side.

The man was graceful, his steps assured as he guided Fiona in circles. She didn’t think a man like him would have time to learn silly things like dancing and such.

Guiles came up beside her. “Niven says Alasdair got a bad feeling about tonight, so he sent messengers to call off the meeting. Being that many are here, it may prove useful that so is he.”

She snorted. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. Having him here is a risk. What if someone knows him?”

“I doubt it.” Guiles replied.

The tune ended and the seer made his way closer. The man, who she now knew to be Alasdair, joined them.

Guiles made introductions. “May I present my sister, Dallis Sinclair.” Guiles motioned to the seer. “Dallis, this is Alasdair.”

“What say ye? My sister is not comfortable with ye being here,” Guiles said in a light tone. Her brother’s lack of concern drove her mad.

Alasdair took her hand and bowed over it as was customary for introductions. It would also serve in case someone kept watch over them.

He straightened and met Guiles’ gaze. “I agree with yer sister.”

Although she enjoyed the warmth of his larger hand taking hers, Dallis pulled it away. “Ye agree with me?” she replied with eyebrows raised and nodded her head for effect. Those that watched would think they were speaking of non-consequential things. “Nice to meet ye Alasdair. What is yer surname?”

“Creag.”

Dallis turned to find Cuthbert headed straight toward her. She whirled and took Alasdair’s hand. “On second thought, I will accept yer request to dance,” she pronounced loudly and laughed. “They are playing one of my favorite songs.”

Falling into her play, Alasdair led her to the center of the room. They turned this way and that, each time touching hands. Dallis found