Frances Catherine was as slight as her husband was muscular. She had pretty brown eyes that Patrick swore sparkled gold when she laughed. Her hair was her treasure* though. It was waist length* deep auburn in color* with nary a bit of curl to take away from the glorious shine.
Patrick had been drawn first to her appearance* for he was a man with a lusty appetite and she was a fair prize for the taking* but it was her wonderful wit that had snared him. She continually enchanted him. She had such a dramatic way of looking at life* and there was such a burning passion inside her to experience each new adventure. She never gave anything half measure* including the way she loved and pampered him.
Patrick felt her shiver in his arms and decided it was high time they went inside and get the ordeal finished so she could quit fretting. "Come inside now* love. They're waiting for us."
She took a deep breath* pulled away from him* and walked inside. He hurried forward to walk by her side.
They'd reached the steps leading down into the great hall when she suddenly leaned into her husband's side and whispered* "Your cousin Steven said that when Iain gets angry* his scowl can make a person's heart stop beating. We really must try not to make him angry* Patrick. All right?"
Because she sounded so serious and so worried* Patrick didn't laugh* but he couldn't quite contain his exasperation. "Frances Catherine* we really are going to have to do something about this unreasonable fear of yours. My brother—"
She grabbed hold of his arm. "We'll do something about it later*" she rushed out. "Just promise me now."
"All right*" he agreed with a sigh. "We won't make Iain angry."
She immediately relaxed her grip on his arm. Patrick had to shake his head over her behavior. He decided that just as soon as she was feeling better* he would find a way to help her get over this fear. He wouldn't wait to have a talk with Steven* however. No* he was going to take his cousin aside at the first possible opportunity and demand he quit telling the women such outrageous stories.
Iain was an easy subject for the exaggerated tales. He rarely spoke to any of the women* except on those rare occasions when as laird he was forced to give specific instructions* and his hard manner was often mistaken for anger. Steven knew most of the women were frightened of Iain* and he found it vastly amusing to stir up that fear every now and again.
His brother was unknowingly frightening Frances Catherine now. He stood alone in front of the hearth* facing them* with his arms folded across his massive chest. The stance was casual* the look in his piercing gray eyes anything but. The frown he wore made the fire in the grate behind him seem cold in comparison.
Frances Catherine had just started down the steps when she looked across the room and caught Iain's frown. She promptly lost her footing. Patrick reached out to grab her just in the nick of time.
Iain noticed her fear. He assumed she was afraid of the council. He turned to his left* where the elders were seated* and motioned for Graham to begin. The sooner the inevitable fight was over* the sooner his sister-in-law could calm her fears.
The elders were all staring at her. In size* the five men resembled stair steps. The oldest* Vincent* was also the shortest. He sat at the opposite end of the line from Graham* their spokesman. Duncan* Gelfrid* and Owen took up the spaces in between.
Various amounts of gray streaked through the hair of each elder* and they had enough scars amongst them to cover the stone walls of the keep. Frances Catherine concentrated on Graham. The leader had deep lines around the corners of his eyes* and she wanted to believe he'd laughed those lines there over the years. That thought made it easier to imagine he would be understanding about her problem.
"Your husband has just shared an astonishing story with us* Frances Catherine*" Graham began. " 'Tis the truth we're hard pressed to believe it."
The leader nodded to emphasize the last of his remarks* then paused. She wasn't certain if she was supposed to speak now or wait. She looked up at Patrick* received his encouraging nod* and then said* "My husband would only speak the truth."
The four other council members frowned in unison. Graham smiled. In a gentle tone of voice he asked* "Will you give us your reasons for demanding this promise be kept?"
Frances Catherine reacted as though Graham had shouted at her. She knew he'd used the word "demand" as a deliberate insult. "I'm a woman and would never demand anything from my husband. I would only ask* and now I ask that Patrick's word be honored."
"Very well*" Graham conceded* his voice still smooth. "You don't demand* you ask. Now I would like for you to explain to this council your reasons for making such an outrageous request."
Frances Catherine stiffened. Outrageous indeed. She took a deep* calming breath. "Before I would agree to marry Patrick* I asked him to promise me that he would bring my dearest friend* Lady Judith Elizabeth* to me if and when I found I was expecting a child. My confinement is nearly over now. Patrick agreed to this request* and we would both like it carried out as soon as possible."
The look on Graham's face indicated he wasn't at all happy with her explanation. He cleared his throat and said* "Lady Judith Elizabeth is English* but that doesn't matter to you?"
"Nay* my lord* it doesn't matter at all."
"Do you believe that keeping this promise is more important than the disruption she'll cause? You would deliberately upset our lives* lass?"
Frances Catherine shook her head. "I would not deliberately do such a thing."
Graham looked relieved. She guessed he believed he now had a way to manipulate her into dropping the matter. His next remarks confirmed that suspicion.
"I'm pleased to hear this* Frances Catherine." He paused to nod to his four companions. "I never believed for one minute our lass would cause such an uproar. Now she'll forget this nonsense—"
She didn't dare let him finish. "Lady Judith Elizabeth won't cause any disruption."
Graham's shoulders slumped. Changing Frances Catherine's mind wasn't turning out to be such an easy task after all. He was frowning when he turned back to her. "Now lass* the English have never been welcomed here*" he announced. "This woman would have to share her meals with us—"
A fist slammed down on the tabletop. The warrior named Gelfrid was responsible for that show of temper. Gelfrid stared up at Graham and said in a low* raspy voice* "Patrick's woman shames the Maitland name by asking this."
Tears filled Frances Catherine's eyes. She could feel herself beginning to panic inside. She couldn't think of a logical argument to give in response to Gelfrid's statement.
Patrick moved to stand in front of his wife. His voice shook with anger when he spoke to the council member. "Gelfrid* you may show me your displeasure* but you will not raise your voice in front of my wife."
Frances Catherine peeked around her husband to see Gelfrid's reaction to that command. The elder nodded. Then Graham waved his hand for silence.
Vincent* the eldest of the group* ignored the signal. "I've never heard tell of a woman having two full names before Frances Catherine came to us. I thought it was an oddity the border people shared. Now I'm hearing about another woman having two full names. What do you make of it* Graham?"
The leader let out a sigh. Vincent's mind tended to stray every now and again. It was an irritant everyone put up with. "I don't know what to make of it*" Graham replied. "But that isn't the issue now."
He turned his attention back to Frances Catherine. "I ask you again if you would willingly disrupt our lives*" he repeated.
Before giving her answer* she moved to stand next to Patrick rather than behind him* so she wouldn't appear to be a coward. "I don't know why you would think Lady Judith Elizabeth would cause any disruption. She's a kind* gentle woman."
Graham closed his eyes. There was a thread of amusement in his voice when he finally spoke again. "Frances Catherine* we don't particularly like the English. Surely you've noticed that in the years you've been with us."
"She was raised on the border*" Gelfrid reminded his leader. The warrior scratched his whiskered jaw. "She might not know any better."
Graham agreed with a nod. A sudden sparkle came into his eyes. He turned to his companions* leaned down and spoke to them in a low voice. When he'd finished* the others were nodding agreement.