A Highland Knight to Remember (Highland Dynasty Book 3)

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Authors: Amy Jarecki
her tongue. “I assure you, simply sparring with your brother has caused Sir Sean injuries much worse than a wee cut on the arm.”
    Gyllis huffed and resumed her place in front of the crenel notch. She couldn’t see anything . Sean was surrounded by any number of men and Alan was nowhere to be seen.
    “It appears you were right about Mr. MacCoul,” Alice said. “He definitely acts like he’s a bastard.”
    “Pardon me?” Mother stepped between them. “Mind your vulgar tongue.”
    Gyllis inched away until she was out of Ma’s grasp. Not knowing how badly Sean was injured twisted her stomach in knots. She could stand there no longer. “I’m heading out to see what I can do to help.”
    “Gyllis,” Mother called.
    She didn’t stop. If nothing else, she had to ensure Sean was all right. She dashed down the narrow spiral steps, pushing past people dawdling about, and ran out through the gate. Stopping in her tracks, Gyllis suddenly couldn’t breathe. The crowd had thinned and Sean stood with a woman wrapped in his embrace. The woman’s face was blocked by her wimple, but there was no mistaking it, Sean had his arms around the lass for a good long time.
    Dumbfounded, Gyllis stood and stared. Her hands shook. She wanted to scream, but could form no words through the tightening of her throat.
    A man walked past and brushed her shoulder. “I beg your pardon.”
    Gyllis blinked, but was still too stunned to acknowledge the man. She backed into the tunnel of the barbican and drew her hand to her chest. I’m a fool, a stupid romantic who will never find a husband because my family locks me away in a castle and hardly ever allows me to visit court . Beltane was my chance—and now if that mutton-head dares to come sit on my plaid this eve, I’ll tell him exactly what I think of him. Mayhap he’s double-crossed Mr. MacCoul—mayhap that’s why Alan lashes out at Sean at every opportunity .
    ***
    Da? Dead? Sean had gone completely numb. He couldn’t feel the wee cut to his arm, nor did he care. When Angus and Jinny approached with the news, he’d fallen into Jinny’s outstretched arms, hardly able to inhale.
    “It has only been two days. He told me he was fine.” Sean coughed to choke back the tears welling in his eyes.
    “Aye,” said Jinny, the MacDougall Clan’s healer. “We all thought it was a passing cold, but last eve he took a turn. ’Twas the sweating sickness for certain.”
    Sean glared at Angus, his father’s man-at-arms. “Why did no one fetch me last eve?”
    “He didn’t complain at all. We had no idea how bad it was until this morn when Sarah took him his porridge.” Angus looked him in the eye. “By then he was gone. ’Tis now up to you to lead the clan, m’laird.”
    Sean stood dumbfounded. For the love of God, he was now the Chieftain of Dunollie? Yes, he’d always known he’d succeed his father, but not like this, not now.
    Angus inclined his head toward the horses. “We must away.”
    Jinny grasped Sean’s arm and shoved up his blood-soaked sleeve. “I’ll need to wrap this first. Angus, I’ve a rolled bandage in the satchel. Fetch it for me.”
    Sean tugged his arm away. “Nay. It can wait.”
    “”Tis too deep to ignore.” She took the bandage from Angus. “You’re as pig-headed as your father. It won’t take but a moment, unless you want to grow weak in the head by the time you reach Dunollie.”
    With a groan, Sean held out his arm and nodded to Angus. “Who else knows about this?”
    “We kept it quiet—didn’t want word to slip out without informing you first.”
    “Good. I shall pen a formal proclamation after we reach Dunollie.”
    Jinny tied off the bandage. “’Tis only fitting it should come from you.”
    Sean pushed down his sleeve and strode toward his horse. At least Angus had been smart enough to gather his things and have his horse saddled and ready to ride as soon as he crossed the finish line.
    “Where are you off to?” The Lord of Lorn

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