are going to see if we can make something fit to eat.’
‘In that?’ The girl looked at her, eyes wide. ‘That’s fine as a feast gown.’
She looked down and sighed. Her wool skirt was stained already. And she knew little more of washing than cooking. ‘Is there an apron?’
Beggy pointed. ‘One that needs washing.’
Better than none at all. She tied it on and turned back her sleeves. ‘Now, where’s the salt?’
‘Burnt.’ She rummaged on a shelf and held up a small sack. ‘This is all that’s left.’
When she was taken, she had worried about what the Brunsons might do to her. She had never thought that the blows her family had struck against the Brunsons would now fall on her as well.
More lightly, of course. What was a shortage of salt, after all?
‘Well, we’ll add spices then.’
The girl looked at her, blankly. ‘We ran out before Candlemass.’
‘Lamb?’
‘A little. Too soon for most.’
‘Something from the garden?’
Beggy shook her head. ‘Not yet.’
Stella looked around the kitchen. ‘Is there nothing left?’
‘Carrots. But the laird won’t eat them.’
‘He won’t? Well, then, I guess he’ll go hungry.’
See how he liked it.
Johnnie and Cate arrived near midday. While Cate went to feed her slobbering beast of a hound, Rob and John retreated to the laird’s private meeting room and Rob told him about the Storwick woman.
When the tale was done, John lifted his brows, doubtful. ‘The King has already named us outlaws. And now we hold an English woman?’ He shook his head. ‘It won’t go well.’
Could Johnnie never just accept his leadership? Rob had wanted agreement, not arguments. He had argued enough with himself already.
‘You, of all people, should understand.’ Because of Cate, Johnnie had more reason to hate the Storwicks than any of them.
But Willie Storwick was dead now, and much of Johnnie’s anger had died with him. ‘Carwell has stretched the law by holding Storwick without trial. When they discover you’ve got the woman, they’ll ride again.’
‘Let them come.’
Johnnie shook his head. ‘You’ve barely finished rebuilding from the last raid.’
‘Rebuilt stronger.’ He had higher walls. And doubled the watchers in the hills. They would not be surprised again.
‘That won’t protect us against King James.’
‘King James! King Henry! This side of the border or the other, I care nothing for a man I’ve never seen.’
Now he saw the worry in Johnnie’s eyes. ‘I’ve seen him. Bessie barely escaped from him.’
He shook off the guilt. Bessie had insisted she be the Brunson to plead their case to the King. For all the good it did them. Or the King. ‘He has no sway with me.’
‘Maybe not, but he’s put a price on our heads.’
His brother had come home from court, yes. But he still did not fully understand life here and what a leader must do to protect the family. To survive. Rob did.
‘And much has come of that, as you see.’ He spat in disgust. ‘Who’s to fear him? He’s barely more than a bairn. Doesn’t dare come himself.’
‘He will, Rob. I know him. He will.’ John grabbed his arm and shook it. ‘He burned a man at the stake in St Andrew’s.’
Rob couldn’t stop the shiver. A man should die on his pony, fighting. Not burned. Not hanged.
And not in his bed, as his father had.
‘Can you not just agree with me for once?’
His brother sat back, and crossed his arms, as if knowing further argument would be futile. ‘What are you going to do with her, then?’
‘Hold her here. And if they try to take Hobbes Storwick from Carwell …’ He left the threat unsaid. Couldn’t bring himself to say he’d kill a woman.
Storwicks wouldn’t know that, though. They’d done worse.
Johnnie looked at him, sharply. ‘Take Storwick? From a moated castle? Impossible.’
‘I’d expect you to try. If I were the one held.’
Silence. Then a sigh. ‘Aye. I would.’
Rob nodded, relieved. It was their own kind of truce.
‘Do they know yet that you have her?’
‘It’s been a day. Two. They know she’s gone.’ A missing daughter. They’d worry, not knowing whether she had fallen into a ravine, drowned in the river … He steeled his heart.
She was safe and better treated than she’d a right to be, but he was surprised to have seen no signs of a search.
‘Well, you can’t send a message to Bewcastle.’
He sighed. ‘Carwell must do it.’
His stubborn sister had been betrothed to the Scottish Warden at the King’s command. Then she had defied her brother to marry the man.
Thomas Carwell had managed to dance on the edge of the Border Laws he was paid to enforce and still not infuriate King James. At least, not until he ignored the King’s order that he bring the Brunsons to Edinburgh for hanging.
But still, the King had not removed the man from his office. Not yet, anyway.
‘He’s still the Scottish Warden. He can send an official message through the English Warden.’
‘Who’s no friend of any of us since we violated the new treaty. He’s not going to like it.’
‘Neither do I.’ You never knew with Carwell. Reiver one day. English collaborator the next. Agent of the King the day after that. ‘What’s to keep him from tattling to the King about it?’
‘Bessie.’
He sighed. For all that she was a woman, his sister was steadier than most lasses. He certainly missed having her about the tower. He was not a man who craved comfort, but without her, there had been no one to keep the kettle full and stuff fresh feathers into the mattress.
He wondered what the Storwick woman was doing in the kitchen. Probably scheming to poison him.
‘Well, I’ve saddled myself with the woman. And if they don’t know I hold her, it’s for naught. Would you go to Carwell Castle to tell him?’
‘You’ll not go?’
He shook his head. He had not spoken to the man since the Storwick raid. Nor to his sister Bessie. He was not ready to start now. ‘Not the time to leave the tower undefended.’
Johnnie eyed him for a moment. ‘We could take the girl with us. Give her to Carwell for keeping. She’ll be surrounded by a moat and out of your hands.’
‘And held beside her father. Together, the two of them would make an irresistible target.’ Based on Stella’s questions, they did not know where Hobbes Storwick was held. That could not last for ever. ‘If I hold her here, she protects our tower and makes them think before they ride to Carwell Castle.’
To protect the tower. No other reason he was keeping the woman. In truth, he’d as soon be rid of her and her haughty air.
Johnnie rose. ‘We’ll leave tomorrow. Cate will be happy to