clans would disperse, and little wars would again plague the Highlands. But the damage wouldnât stop there. Flanders and the Nordic states would cancel the trade agreements Revas had worked so hard to gain.
Unless he took action. But he must move cautiously. âââTwill go worse when Cutberth learns that Iâve brought his daughter home.â
With a callused hand, Brodie worried his chin. âHeâs not heartless enough to send another assassin after her, is he?â
That possibility angered Revas to his soul. Harm would not befall Meridene; heâd watch her like a hawk, accompany her on the smallest of errands. âPray he does not; if so, the Bishop of Inverness will pass along Cutberthâs plans to our Father Thomas.â
âCan the bishop be trusted?â
âHeâll take the side of the Scottish church, as he did last year when the pope excommunicated King Robert. The Vatican will not like it, but âtis a risk heâll gladly take in the name of self-rule. All of our clergy will.â
âAs will Elginshire.â Brodie rose and walked to the pedestal table where the Covenant of the Maiden had rested for thirteen years. âWhat words of wisdom does the first Meridene offer on the subject?â
Brodie, too, was fond of the tales put down in the book by Merideneâs namesake. âShe was not so fortunate as we are. In her time, the clergy were untrustworthy and lecherous. When she wanted information, she sent a whore to loosen the priestâs tongue.â
âSurely your Meridene cannot find fault with her namesake. Thereâs one Scot sheâll remember fondly.â
âShe wants nothing to do with the Covenant.â
Brodie whistled. âWhat will you do?â
âChange her mind.â
Smiling crookedly, Brodie returned to his seat. âPity her, then, for Iâve yet to see you target a lassieâs heart and come away wanting.â
The compliment emboldened Revas. âShe thinks I keep twenty women.â
As serious as sin on Sunday, Brodie said, âDo you?â
Revas leveled him a look reserved for the randy Summerlad Macqueen. Then he couldnât help laughing.
Brodie cleared his throat. âWho told her such a tale?â
âââTwas Ana, and I doubt her stories stopped there. She was angry at my taking Meridene in the dead of night.â
âWorry not, Revas. John Sutherland will control his daughter. But when will you tell Meridene about yours?â
Revas had sired an illegitimate daughter, and the lass Gibby lived in comfort with her maternal grandparents in the nearby village of Aberhorn. Her mother, Mary, died of a fever shortly after weaning Gibby, and the girl was the very joy of her grandparentsâ life.
Would Meridene grow angry when she learned of his by-blow? Lord, he hoped not, for Gibby was a fine lass. âI havenât decided when to tell her. âTis early yet, and sheâll not find fault with dear Gibby.â
Brodie waved his hand in agreement. âEveryone loves the lass.â
Revas noticed new blisters on the sheriffâs hand. Normally that palm was smooth. âHave you been wielding a sword with your left hand?â
âAye, that young lad from Tain fights offhanded. Now tell me. What news of the parliament at Saint Andrews?â
The occasion had been a milestone in Scottish history, for it marked the first true Scottish parliament. âNothing more surprising than the event itself. To Bruceâs relief, the members voted to decline the French kingâs invitation to join him on Crusade.â
âDid Macgillivray take his seat there?â
âAye. Cutberth strutted about like a ripe bull put to a pasture of seasoned cows.â
âDid he wear the sword of Chapling?â
Revas knotted his fists. âAye. He took pleasure in taunting me with it.â
âYou crossed words?â
The subject of Merideneâs
Jennifer Ashley, Allyson James