A Very Highland Holiday - Kathryn Le Veque

Part One

BALTHAZAR’S INN

December 17, 1746

Calvine, Scotland

All he’d done was open the entry door.

That was apparently enough of an invitation for someone to throw a stool at his head.

James de Lohr ducked swiftly, stumbling back out of the door and narrowly avoiding being hit by a man who came hurtling through the opening after him.

But it wasn’t an attack – it was because the man had been struck in what was surely a tavern fight to end all tavern fights. He was simply flying with the momentum. James jumped out of the way as another man came flying through the door right after him.

And somewhere in the middle of the chaos, James heard a scream.

There was a woman inside Balthazar’s Inn, trapped in the midst of a nasty fight. It was just past sunset on what should have been a peaceful snowy winter’s eve and the fists were flying in the low-ceilinged, stuffy common room. All James could see were figures moving about, punching and kicking and grunting. As he stood at the open door, part of a table came flying at him and he deftly knocked it down.

Hell of a party, he thought wryly.

Another scream caught his attention.

This time, the noise was off to his left and, instinctively, he moved towards the sound of distress. He was a military man, an officer, and a very good one. If there was trouble, he was sworn to assist.

Even in the middle of a bar fight.

And then, he saw it.

A woman with frizzy red hair hiding behind a small table as a man grabbed at her. She was using the table like a shield, shoving it at him, forcing him to keep his distance. James grabbed the man by the hair, yanking him away from the woman. As the man stumbled back, James could see that there was a second woman cowering behind the table also.

“C-Come with me,” he said over the noise.

The woman balked. “Away with ye or I’ll knock the senses from ye!”

James avoided a flying piece of wood. “L-Lady, I assure you, it is only to take you to safety. O-Or do you want to stay in this midst of this tempest?”

The woman paused for an indecisive moment until a candlestick hurled through the air, hitting the wall behind her. That seemed to make her decision for her. With a reluctant nod, she came out from behind the table, pulling her companion with her.

Using his big body as a human shield, James herded the women out of the tavern. It was freezing outside, however, as the snow began to fall more heavily than before. More furniture met its demise as it slammed against the door frame and the women shrieked as wood splintered.

“I-I fear if we remain, we will be subject to more violence,” James said. “W-We must find a place of safety.”

The woman with the red hair grabbed the woman next to her, beckoning to him. “This way!”

James followed.

Through the slush and snow, they went around to the rear of the tavern. At one point, James slipped in the abundant mud, steadying himself against the stone structure. The tavern itself was unremarkable, squat and thick-walled, with a steeply pitched roof. With snowflakes falling in his eyes, he managed to follow the women through the rear entrance.

They ended up in the kitchen. The heat was like a slap in the face, in sharp contrast to the cold outside. James cleared his eyes, noting the big chamber and roaring hearth. It smelled like roasting meat. As he noted that the door leading into the common room had been shut and bolted, undoubtedly to keep out the insurrecting patrons, the woman with the red hair waved an arm at him.

“Come,” she said. “This way.”

Again, he followed. In hindsight, it wasn’t the brightest thing to do, but he was cold and had come a very long way, and the last thing he wanted to do was stand out in the snow while the common room of the only tavern in town was torn apart.

Therefore, he followed the women into a sculler, and then into a connecting chamber. That chamber had a table, a couple of chairs, and a hearth that was burning low, but it was giving off enough heat to stave off the chill.

James stood in the doorway, looking around.

“W-What is this place?” he asked.

The redhead dropped to her knees in front of the fire and began to stoke it. “This is where my da and I eat,” she said. “Sometimes the servants,

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