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why doesnae Agnes just claim that her husband is dead?”
    “Because the council would require proof of it, if only the word of someone they dinnae recognize as one of Agnes’s minions. The fact that Ranald hasnae been able to rid the area of those treacherous masked reivers,” Katerina exchanged a fleeting grin with William, “has also made Agnes hesitate, I think. Ranald hasnae really proved his worth to her yet.”
    “Except in her bedchamber,” William muttered.
    “From what little I ken of it all, Robbie also proved his worth there but it didnae keep Agnes faithful to him nor has it made her hesitate in wanting him dead now.” Katerina frowned as she thought over the whole situation with Agnes and Ranald for a moment. “I think Agnes is hoping she can wed with Ranald and grab hold of Dunlochan ere the council can make its objections heard.”
    “Then silence them so that their objections can ne’er be heard?” Lucas asked.
    “Something like that. Although it wouldnae be easy, for they are weel born men and have important friends and kinsmen.”
    It was almost impossible for Lucas to believe the fair-haired, giggling Agnes could be capable of such cold cunning. He had not spent much time with the woman, had actually done his best to avoid her, but he had seen no hint of such a cold, vicious nature. Then again, he had never suspected such a nature in Katerina and that blindness had nearly cost him his life. Or, he was utterly wrong in what he thought had happened that long ago day by the loch, a soft, coaxing voice whispered in his mind. Lucas ruthlessly silenced that voice. No one had yet shown him any reason to believe Katerina was innocent, that she was, perhaps, as much a victim as he had been.
    “Are the others coming here tonight, William?” Katerina asked her cousin.
    “Nay, not until much later,” William replied. “Ranald is taking longer and longer to give up the hunt when he pursues us and we dinnae want him finding our bolt-hole.”
    Katerina nodded, grateful for such caution, yet deeply disturbed by the need for it. Ranald was becoming far more tenacious than he had ever been in the beginning of this battle. The man’s determination to put an end to their forays against him had grown with each defeat he had suffered at their hands. Katerina did not need to hear the man’s threats and curses to know that Ranald wanted them all dead. Agnes undoubtedly had the same desire. The danger for her and her men, even their allies, grew each time they rode out yet Katerina knew there was no choice. The battle for Dunlochan had not been won yet. Katerina was growing fearful that it could never be won.
    As she took the men’s now empty bowls to clean them, Katerina thought about the last year. It had been one long, hard, continuous battle, first to survive Ranald’s attempt to murder her, and then to try and regain all that had been stolen from her by the endlessly greedy Agnes. An anger born of the grief she had felt over Lucas had sustained her, but now she knew Lucas had not died and she felt weary of it all.
    “If everyone thinks ye are dead, why hasnae Agnes just grabbed hold of Dunlochan?” asked Lucas when Katerina returned to the hearth bringing a full wineskin with her.
    “She has,” Katerina replied. “She and Ranald. Only the council my father chose ere he died stops Agnes from openly declaring herself laird of it all and doing everything a laird can. The council uses the fact that our father didnae approve of Robbie as the reason they cannae declare her the laird. A woman cannae truly be a laird, can she, not in the eyes of most men, and they rule the world. Agnes needs the mon, a husband, to help her hold fast to her inheritance and wield the power she hungers for. E’en the king wouldnae take her side in this. So, a lot of power still rests in the council’s hands, although they dinnae really seem to use it to rid us of Ranald.”
    “Mayhap they ken that, if they push too hard,