âBless you for the kind thought. Mairi sacrificed her dress to make a rope with which to rescue young Kirstie Munro and her sister. Iâm sure the good Lord will understand.â
âPerhaps. But it will be a while before she meets with Him. In the meantime she has to live with the folk of Eskaig. Sheâd never have dared flaunt herself so in front of Preacher Gunn â God rest his saintly soul.â
Biting back the retort that Minister Gunn had probably never been confronted with a similar situation, Wyatt said mildly: âIâm sure youâre right â and bless you once again for your kind thought. Itâs something I shall remember.â
When the woman departed her expression left no one in any doubt that ensuring Mairi was âdecentlyâ attired was of more importance to her than the approbation of Eskaigâs newly appointed minister.
Settling the Munro family in the manse for the night was no easy matter. There were only two bedrooms in the small house, and Wyatt turned them both over to the large family.
The children were given the largest bedroom, and in spite of his protests Lachlan Munro was put to bed in the other. The ex-soldier was swaying with fatigue but was reluctant to give in to his weakness until Wyatt forcibly led him from the room.
Returning to the living-room, Wyatt saw Mairi running a finger along the polished-wood sideboard that had probably been donated by a previous landowner.
âItâs time you started for home, Mairi; it will be dark soon. Or would you prefer to stay and share a room with the girls?â
âIâll go home when Iâm ready.â Mairi looked up and saw that Wyattâs concern for her was genuine. âItâs all right. Iâve been out after dark before.â
She looked down again at the polished sideboard beneath her finger. âIâve never seen such a piece of furniture as this. Itâs beautiful. Is it yours?â
Remembering the simple earthen-floored cot on the high land above Eskaig, Wyatt shoot his head. âIâve rarely stayed anywhere for long enough to accumulate possessions.â
âIs that why youâve never married?â
Had the same question come from any other woman â from Evangeline Garrett â Wyatt would have expected it to be accompanied by a degree of coyness. But there was nothing coy about Mairi Ross. It was a perfectly straightforward question.
âI suppose it is. A soldierâs life was not one to share with a wife.â
Mairiâs chin came up immediately. âNeither my father nor my mother would agree with you. They met in Spain. Pa was a Guardsman.â
The information that Eneas Ross had been a soldier did not surprise Wyatt. There were few true Highland men of his age who had not served in the British army, and Eneas Ross had both the build and proud bearing of a Guardsman.
âYour mother is Spanish?â It explained Mairiâs dark, almost swarthy complexion, and the haughtiness that did not accord with the status of a barefoot mountain girl.
âMy mother is a good woman. As good as any around these parts.â Mairi spoke with a fierce aggressiveness, as though it was a defence she had put forward on many occasions.
âI donât doubt it for one minute. I fought under a brave commanding officer in South Africa. He met his wife in Spain. She went with him wherever he fought and as well as being extremely brave was also one of the most charming women Iâve ever met.â
Much of Mairiâs aggression left her. âMinister Gunn never felt that way. He always spoke of Ma as âEneas Rossâs foreign womanâ. I overheard him once.â The defensiveness returned again. âPa says she was as brave as any man on the battlefield. More than one wounded soldier owed his life to her tending.â
âShe can be proud of what youâve done today, Mairi. You saved the lives of the Munro