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Chapter 16
Fiona and Nelly went to the kitchens to see with what, if anything, they might supplement their scanty fare to serve the king and the three lieutenants who had entered the castle with him. To their relief they discovered two fat geese hanging in the larder. The geese were quickly put upon the spit for roasting. Ian took a line and went down to the stream, caught half a dozen small trout in quick order, brought them back, and prepared them so Nelly might broil them.
“Yer a handy laddie,” she noted approvingly.
“Me gran and old da were not young. I helped where I could. Old da taught me to fish. ’Tis not difficult if ye know how,” Ian said.
At last the meal was ready. Roderick Dhu had kept the king and his men supplied with wine and ale so that they barely noticed the time going by. It was pleasant to sit in a warm hall instead of out in the forest or on a damp hillside.
“Go and put on a clean gown,” Nelly said, chasing her mistress from the kitchen. “Yer the lady of Nairn until he says ye ain't, and ye must sit at the high board with him. Ian can look after the bairns. Roddy and me will do the serving.”
Fiona hurried through the hall unnoticed and, reaching her own chamber, washed herself in the basin. She put on a clean chemise, her emerald-green under-gown, and finally the green-and-gold-brocade surcoatColin had brought her from the sack of Inverness. She had never before worn it, but tonight it somehow seemed appropriate. She could almost hear Nairn's laughter at her choice. Digging through her chest, she pulled out a gilded leather girdle and affixed it about her hips. Brushing her long dark hair out, she parted it in the center and gathered it into a gold mesh caul. She peered at herself in her small mirror. Her color was high, but she was surprisingly calm for a woman who had just learned of her husband's demise and buried him that same afternoon. She wanted to cry, but she would not until she could have her privacy. She would not go into her hall tonight with red and puffy eyes. This was the second time James Stewart had taken away the man she loved. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that she grieved. He had no right to gloat over her misfortune. After sliding her feet into her house slippers, Fiona went to the hall.
The king, from a comfortable chair, raised a sandy eyebrow. “Ye would join us, madam?”
“With yer permission, my liege. Until ye tell me otherwise, I am still mistress of this castle,” Fiona responded quietly with dignity. She signaled to Roderick Dhu. “Tell Nelly we are ready to be served,” she told him. “My lords, will ye come to the table, please?”
She gave the king the place of honor, as was his right, seating herself on his left and letting his three men decide for themselves where they would sit. Nelly and her husband hurried forth with the meal. The two geese had been roasted to a turn. The trout lay broiled in butter and wine upon a silver salver. The rabbit stew had gained a flaky pie crust over its top. There was a bowl of small peas and tiny onions, bread, butter, and cheese. The table was set with white linen, and the single silver candelabra glittered with beeswax candles. Onthe far side of the table were lain fresh ferns and rose petals.
“Since ye needed the time to regain strength,” Fiona said sweetly, “we were able to prepare a more substantial meal for ye, my liege.”
“Do ye think to cozen me with a good supper then, madam?” he asked, spearing a piece of goose.“Yemight well.”
“I seek nothing from ye, my liege, but what ye would give me. My concern is for my bairns. I am a woman, and not concerned with politics. I advised my husband to take his small troop to ye and not to his brother. I can but regret that he did not heed my advice.”
The king nodded. “Nairn was a fool!”
“Nay,” Fiona contradicted him. “He was loyal to his clan, for that, my liege, is how he was taught. Had ye spent more of yer life in Scotland instead of England, ye would understand that.”
The king's three lieutenants looked at one another behind the king's back. The lady was brave, but then they had seen her at Inverness, and knew that.
“Madam,” the king said, “ye tread upon thin ice with me.”
“I will not allow ye to speak ill of Colin MacDonald,” she retorted. “He was a good man for all his foolish choices, and he is now dead while ye sit in his place, in his hall, eating his food.”
Suddenly the king laughed. “Fiona Hay, what am I to do with ye?”
“That, my liege, is what I would know.”
“I must think upon it,” he said. “Ye have my word that no harm will come to ye, yer bairns, or yer servants, however.”
“I thank ye,” Fiona answered him. “Will ye spendthe night within my walls, sir? I will have the guest chambers made ready for ye and yer men. ‘Twill not take long.”
“Aye, I will,” James Stewart said. “I am tired of the outdoors, and welcome the warmth of yer castle, lady”
“Yewill excuse me, then,” Fiona replied, “while my servant and I make ready for ye. Roderick will remain to serve ye, and Ian will play his pipes for yer amusement, my liege.” She arose and moved from the hall, Nelly in her wake.
“A spirited mare,” one of the king's companions, Duncan Cummings, said. “Have ye decided her fate? Will ye choose her a new husband?”
“As I told the lady,” the king responded shrewdly, “I have not decided yet. I know this lady from old, and she is not an easy woman. She has perhaps too independent a spirit. My uncle of Atholl thinks her too clever by far. I believe he may be right.”
The morning was gray and chilly as James Stewart descended into the hall of Nairns Craig. A warm meal was ready to be served. The king and his three companions were pleased with the freshly cooked food. Their hostess sat by the fire, her children playing about her. It made a pretty picture, the king thought, and she had deliberately calculated it, it was certain. Finally, when the food had been cleared from the table, the king called to Fiona.
“Come, madam,” he said in a stern voice. “I have made my decision as to what to do with ye and yer children.”
Fiona rose. She was dressed this morning, he noted, in a most practical fashion: a heavy wool skirt, a fine shirt, and a wool shawl. Bringing her children with her, she came to stand before him, then curtsied. “Mylord, I am ready for yer judgment. I can but pray ye will be merciful for the sake of my three young bairns.” Her eyes were lowered.
She was a minx, the king thought. Angus was right about her. “Madam, I have no choice in what I must do. Yer husband broke his oath of fealty to me when he took up arms against me. I canna punish him, for he is dead, but if I don't punish ye, I will appear to be a weak king. Ye have one hour in which to pack what belongings ye can, and then ye will leave Nairns Craig, which I will burn as the MacDonalds burned my town of Inverness.Yemay take nothing but what ye can carry yerselves. Do ye understand?”
