better way to perish.â
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âNor can I,â he said slowly. âUnfortunately.â
Kara snorted in exasperation. There it was again, that mysterious something coming between them. If heâd been wed to another, sheâd have fought her love for him, but he wasnât. He was hers, promised to her in the bright flames at Beltane. âThings will happen as they were meant to.â
âI wish I could be as certain as you.â
âCall it fate or Godâs will, you would not have been sent to us if we were not destined for each other.â
âThe Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away,â he grumbled.
She heard the thunder of the waterfall and brightened. âLook, there is Stratheas, Brighdeâs tower.â
Duncan reined in and studied the small tower set high in the glen at the apex of the valley. âHow do we get up there?â he asked over the rush of the water spilling one hundred fifty feet from the mountaintop to the loch at the base of the tower.
âThereâs a wee trail over there.â As they rode up it, Kara told him how Donaldâs great-grandfather had come to build here. âHe was the cousin of my great-grandfatherâeveryone in the valley is related somehowâand a loner who wanted a place to himself.â
âWell, he certainly found it here.â
They were scarcely halfway up the trail when they met a single rider coming down.
âThank God yeâve come,â cried old Ned.
ââTis Brigdhe, isnât it?â Kara asked.
âAye. Her timeâs come and the babeâs caught. Diedre just bade me saddle up and ride for help.â
Without waiting to hear more, Kara crowded past him on the narrow trail and galloped toward the tower. Duncan was right behind her, sliding from his saddle before sheâd halted and lifting her down.
âDo you need anything?â he asked.
âPray for Brighde.â She squeezed his hand before dashing into the keep. Taking the steps at a reckless clip, she burst into the master chamber. A wave of hot air nearly drove her back. It stank of fear and helplessness. âBrighde?â
âKara!â Brighde called.
âAye. Iâm here.â She crossed the dark chamber, shoving past a ring of stricken women. One look at the woman in the bed, and her own heart quailed.
Brighdeâs face was ashen, her lips bitten bloody. Her dull, sunken eyes were filled with pain and a hopelessness that was more damaging than poison for it sapped the will.
âWell, your lad seems eager to join us,â Kara said.
âI...I donât know,â Brighdeâs said listlessly. âItâs taking so long...I fear...â
âNone of that,â Kara said briskly. She sent the maids hopping for hot water, fresh toweling and a few things she didnât even need. Anything to inject life into this death chamber.
Dame Wilma, the midwife, pulled her aside and whispered, âThe babeâs caught wrong wise. Coming out feet first.â She made a sign to ward off evil. âBest to let them slip away.â
âWhat?â Kara exclaimed so forcefully everyone in the room stopped and cringed. Furious, she pushed the bulky woman from the room. âGet you gone.â
âGladly.â Wilma puffed up till it seemed her massive bosom might explode. âIâll be no part toââ
Kara shoved her face into Wilmaâs sweaty one. This was one case where the old ways and superstitions were wrong. âYou will leave and quietly. If I hear one word against Brighde or her bairn, Iâll...Iâll get Morag to cast a spell on you.â
Wilma squeaked in fright and fled down the dark corridor, chins jiggling, skirts flying up behind her.
A dark figure roused from the shadows at the end of the hallway. âKara, is aught wrong?â Duncan asked.
Kara sagged against the open door. Everything. Her friend was suffering, mayhap dying, and