Fiona felt as if she had been struck in the belly. She couldn't breathe, and she could feel her heart leap suddenly, then pound wildly in her ears. Startled, she pulled her hand away.

He gave her a slow smile. "Don't be afraid, lassie," he murmured so only she might hear him, and not be embarrassed. "I will not hurt ye. Harming ye is the furtherest thing from my mind." This morning, he thought to himself, suddenly bemused as to his softening in attitude, he had wanted to hang the thief who had stolen his cattle. Now all he wanted to do was cover her face with kisses. What sorcery was this wench practicing upon him? She had made a bold bargain with him that he fully intended she keep. She would pay in full for the cattle she had so daringly pilfered from his meadows. There would be no escape for Fiona Hay from Angus Gordon's bed.

Fiona arose quickly from the high board and shepherded her sisters up the stairs to their chamber. "We'll have to waken early so we can bathe. Ye’ll not go to yer husbands dirty," she added, looking at the brides-to-be.

"He's verra bonnie," Elsbeth remarked as the door to their chamber closed behind them.

"Who?" Fiona asked.

Elsbeth laughed. "The laird, ye witless fool."

"He has the look of a rogue," Margery said primly.

"I like him," Morag said.

Jean looked thoughtful. "I wonder if he'll give us our own ponies? I'm going to like living at Brae Castle."

"How can ye be certain? Ye've never even seen it," Fiona said.

"It will be warm and dry, and we'll get to eat regularly," Jean said, thinking practically. "I'll like it!"

Fiona felt guilty at her sister's words but then wondered why she should.