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"There," Seonag said as they straightened from packing away the gowns. She glanced at Annabel and then said, "Ye should break yer fast now, m'lady. I should ha'e thought to bring ye up something when I headed to yer room. Ye must be hungry."
"I am fine," Annabel assured her as they headed toward the trestle tables. "I ate late last night. But a warmed cider would be nice about now. I--what is that smell?" She interrupted herself to ask, her nose working as a most unpleasant odor reached it.
"It's that damned dog."
Annabel turned at that announcement from Angus. The cook stood between the tables and the door to the kitchens, a cleaver grasped in his hand and a scowl on his face as he eyed Jasper. The dog was hunched over in a corner, proving that he was the source of the smell by creating more of it.
"The bloody beast was in the kitchen doing his business and stinking it up and I chased him out, not thinking he wasn't done and would continue out here." Cook turned to her, his anger giving way to despair as he cried, "This stink will ruin the lovely squab I am preparing for the nooning."
"Oh dear," Annabel muttered, eyeing Jasper unhappily. The poor beast appeared to be suffering a digestive ailment of some sort at the moment, and while she had all the sympathy in the world for him, she wished he could have waited until tomorrow to have it.
"The poor bugger has no' smelled that bad since that time the Gordons were visiting and their boy fed him some cheese," Seonag commented with a frown.
Annabel stiffened guiltily. "What? Cheese?"
"Aye. It seems he does no' like cheese. Or his stomach does no' like it anyway. It always affects him badly for days afterward. 'Tis why the old laird ordered that no one feed him but hisself. He's a delicate stomach, does Jasper."
Annabel closed her eyes briefly at this news. She had done it to the poor dog herself by feeding him cheese last night. Dear God!
"What are we going to do?" Cook asked miserably. "He shall ruin everything."
Annabel rubbed her suddenly aching forehead, careful to avoid the gash there and then sighed and let her hands drop away. "We shall have to put him out in the bailey and clean up this mess."
ROSS WAS TALKING to Gilly and Marach as they watched the men practice at battle. They were discussing their strengths and weaknesses and deciding how best to improve on their skills, when the stable master came rushing up. The man was red faced and out of breath, but it didn't stop him blurting, "She's gone!" the moment he reached them.
"Who's gone?" Ross asked with a frown, but the man had used the last of his breath on the announcement and merely shook his head, then bent over, resting his hands on his knees as he panted for breath.
"Speak, man," Gilly snapped, never having been very patient.
The stable master raised a hand, silently begging a moment, but then straightened and looked to Ross as he managed to get out, "Yer bride."
"What?" he barked, stiffening. "What the hell are ye talking about? Where has Annabel gone?"
"Back to England?" Gilly asked and Ross glared at the man. Annabel better not have headed back to England. He'd wring her bloody neck if she had. She was his. And why the hell would she go there anyway? Surely life with him was better than life with those two coldhearted English--
"Nay. To fetch flowers," the stable master said, sounding a little less breathless.
Ross turned an uncomprehending glance his way and asked with bewilderment, "Flowers?"
"Aye. Jasper has the flux. He's stunk up the great hall with it. They cleaned up the mess, but the smell just will no' leave, and yer sister is comin', so yer lady went to . . ." His words trailed away. Ross was no longer listening. He'd turned on his heel with a curse and was running for the stables. Gilly and Marach were hard on his heels.
"HONESTLY, JASPER, WHY on earth did you eat the cheese if it affects you so?" Annabel asked with exasperation from beneath the hand covering her nose and mouth. Her head was turned away from what the dog was doing so she didn't have to see it, but there was no escaping the smell.
Jasper had been waiting on the steps when she'd come out of the keep and had promptly fallen into step beside her as she'd headed to the stables. That being the case, she had not been surprised when he'd trotted out of the bailey right behind her mare. She should have ordered him to stay behind though. The poor beast was suffering. This was the third time he'd had to hunch over and vacate himself since they'd left.
Annabel let her hand drop with a sigh and urged her mare to move again when Jasper finished his business and moved into view. Truthfully, judging by the way he was still prancing about, he wasn't suffering all that much. Everyone else was though. The smell in the keep was enough to bring tears to the eyes, even after a thorough cleaning, and all Annabel had been able to think to do was to find flowers to add to the rushes and cover the smell. However with the servants spread so thin giving the great hall floor another good wash, dusting and polishing, and bustling about in the kitchen to help Cook with this unexpected meal, there had been no one to send on the task . . . And since she was the one responsible for this mess, Annabel had decided she would fetch the flowers she hoped would help mask the matter.
Afraid Seonag would try to stop her, Annabel had not told her what she planned to do. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to slip out of the stables with her mare undetected, despite not bothering to saddle the beast, and she'd ended up telling the stable master where she was going. He, of course, had protested vehemently that he was quite sure his laird would not be pleased, and Annabel, of course, had simply shrugged helplessly and gone ahead and done as she wished. Though she'd had to remind the man that she was his lady and to be obeyed when he placed himself physically in front of her mare in an attempt to stop her.
The old man's face had turned red then and he'd suddenly whirled and raced off, no doubt to tell on her.
By now, Annabel suspected Ross would be pacing angrily about, deciding what to do with her when she got back. She just hoped it wasn't anything too bad. She was very aware that husbands were allowed to beat their wives.
"Now where are those bluebells?" Annabel muttered to herself as she surveyed the area. She and Ross had ridden through a veritable field of bluebells on their way to the clearing where they'd picnicked. The smell had been intoxicating. With enough of that strewn among the rushes, she was sure they could hide the stench Jasper had caused in the keep. And they were pretty too, she thought.
Annabel smelled the flowers almost at the same moment as she spotted them ahead. As she eyed the rash of flowers that had sprung up under the trees, Annabel supposed field was not quite the right word, though there were so many of them they could have made a field. But bluebells didn't like strong sunlight and preferred more shaded areas where the sun could only reach her fingers through the branches overhead to sprinkle them with her light.
Releasing a sigh, Annabel reined in her mare and slid off her bare back to the forest floor, then untied the bag she'd brought with her from her waist. She'd had the forethought to bring a knife in case the stalks were tough in Scotland, and a large sack to put them in for the ride home. Leaving Jasper to wander as he wished, she began her work, quickly gathering an armful of the fragrant flowers and stowing them in her bag before continuing on.
Annabel was placing the third and last armful of flowers she could fit in the now bulging bag when she spotted movement out of the corner of her eye and glanced that way. She was expecting it to be Jasper. The dog had wandered off almost the moment she'd dismounted and she'd kept an eye out for his return. Annabel was hoping he'd come back on his own and save her having to call for him.
But it wasn't Jasper. It was a large man in a plaid, and Annabel stared at him nonplussed for a moment as she recognized him as the man who had come upon her in the clearing the first night they'd made camp on the journey here. But that had been in England. And he'd been wearing English clothes then. And this couldn't be an accidental encounter.
Straightening, she dropped her bag, but kept her hold on
her knife as she began to back away, and asked, "Who are you?"
"It'll go easier on ye do ye just come quietly, lass," the man said, his words so soft-spoken she almost missed the threat until he added, "I don't want to have to hurt ye."
Those words though decided her course and Annabel stopped backing away and turned to make a break for her mare. She nearly reached her too, and was only a couple steps away when he tackled her from behind. Annabel went down with a cry, pulling the hand with the knife back toward herself to avoid stabbing her mare as she tumbled to the ground at the horse's hooves. Of course, the commotion frightened the poor mare, making her scream and rear. All Annabel could do was cover her head and pray she wasn't stomped on.
She should have been praying the horse stomped on the man on top of her though, Annabel decided a moment later when her mare backed away, still making distressed sounds and she heard a tearing as she was dragged over onto her back. All she could think as her back slammed into the dirt was that she didn't have anything else to wear to meet her new sister-in-law and this man was ruining the one presentable dress she did have.
With that thought, Annabel swung furiously at his head, not recalling the knife held in it until it slammed into the arm he lifted to block her blow. Annabel froze then, eyes going wide, and she almost blurted an apology. Before she could do something as ridiculous as that, though, he slammed the fist of his uninjured arm into her head, briefly stunning her.
It was a deep growl and bark that brought her eyes open again, but Annabel had trouble focusing on the blur that was Jasper as he charged toward them at full tilt. The man leapt to his feet and took off at a dead run. He never would have outrun the dog, but she wouldn't risk his harming the beast with a kick to the head or something and immediately shouted, "Jasper!" when he charged past her after her attacker.
