When Judith heard that her friend had married a Highlander* she believed fate had taken a hand in helping her. She'd already given Frances Catherine her promise to come to her when she was expecting. While she was there* Judith thought* she would find a way to meet her father.
She would start her journey tomorrow. Frances Catherine's relatives were on their way to fetch her even now. The only problem was how to explain all this to Uncle Tekel.
At least her mother was back in London. The household was always in an uproar when Judith's mother was home* but she'd grown bored with the isolation of the country and had left for London the week before. Lady Cornelia loved the chaos and gossip of court life* the lax moral code* and most of all* the intrigue and secrecy that went along with the many liaisons. She currently had her eye on Baron Ritch* the handsome husband of one of her dearest friends* and had hatched a plan to get him into her bed within a fortnight. Judith had heard her mother make just that boast to Tekel and then laugh over his outraged reaction.
Nothing her mother did could surprise Judith. She was thankful she only had Tekel to contend with. She had waited until the night before her departure to tell him about her plans. She wasn't going to ask his permission* but she felt it would be dishonorable to simply leave without telling him where she was going.
She dreaded the confrontation. On the way up to his bedchamber* the familiar knot formed in the pit of her stomach. She said a prayer that the ale had made Tekel melancholy tonight and not god-awful mean.
The chamber was shrouded in darkness. A musty* damp odor permeated the air. Judith always felt as though she was being suffocated whenever she was inside the chamber. She felt that way now and took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
A single candle burned with light on the chest next to Tekel's bed. Judith could barely see her uncle's face in the shadows. The worry of fire from a forgotten candle was always a fear in the back of her mind* for often her uncle would pass into a drunken slumber before snuffing out the candle flame.
She called out to him. He didn't answer. Judith walked inside just as Tekel finally noticed her and called out to her.
His voice was slurred. He beckoned her forward with a wave of his hand* and after she'd hurried over to the side of the bed* he reached up to take hold of her hand.
He gave her a wobbly smile. She let out a sigh of relief. He was in a melancholy mood tonight.
"Sit beside me while I tell you a story I've just remembered about the time I rode into battle with your father. Did I tell you he used to sing the same ballad whenever the trumpets sounded the attack? He always kept right on singing the entire time he was fighting."
Judith sat down in the chair adjacent to the bed. "Uncle* before you continue this story* I would like to talk to you about an important matter."
"Hearing about your father isn't important?"
She ignored the question. "I have something I must tell you*" she said.
"What is it?"
"Do you promise you'll try not to become angry?"
"When have I ever been angry with you?" he asked* completely unaware of the hundreds of nights he'd raged against her. "Now tell me what ails you* Judith. I'll smile all through this confession."
She nodded and folded her hands in her lap. "Each summer* your sister Millicent and her husband have taken me to the festival on the border. Uncle Herbert has relatives living there."
"I know he does*" Tekel remarked. "Hand me my goblet and go on with this explanation. I'm wanting to know why you didn't tell me about these festivals."
Judith watched her uncle gulp down a large portion of his ale and pour himself another helping before she answered his question.
The pain in her stomach intensified. "Millicent thought it would be better if I didn't tell you or mother—she thought it would upset you to know I was associating with Scots."
"What you say is true*" Tekel agreed. He took another long drink from his goblet. "I don't usually hold with such hatred* but I'll tell you your mother has good reason to feel the way she does. I can also understand why you kept quiet about attending these festivals* too. I know the fine time you must have had. I'm not so old I can't remember. Still* I must put a stop to it. You won't be going to the border again."
Judith took a deep breath in an effort to control her anger. "At the first festival I attended* I met a girl named Frances Catherine Kirkcaldy. She and I became good friends right away. Until Frances Catherine married and moved away from the border region* we renewed our friendship every summer at the festival. I gave her a promise* and now the time has come for me to keep it. I have to go away for a little while*" she ended in a soft whisper.
Her uncle stared at her with bloodshot eyes. It was apparent he was having difficulty following her explanation. "What's this?" he demanded. "Where do you think you're going?"
"First I would like to tell you about the promise I gave when I was eleven years old." She waited for his nod before continuing. "Frances Catherine's mother died during childbirth and her grandmother died in just the same way."
"That isn't so extraordinary*" he muttered. "Many women die doing their duty."
She tried not to let his callous attitude bother her. "Several years ago* I learned from Frances Catherine that her grandmother actually died sometime during the week after the birthing* and that was very hopeful news* of course."
"Why was it hopeful?"
"Because her death couldn't have been caused by narrow hips."
Judith knew she was making a muck out of her explanation* but Tekel's scowl was distracting to her concentration.
Tekel shrugged. "It was still the birthing that did her in*" he said. "And you shouldn't be concerning yourself with such intimate topics."
"Frances Catherine believes she's going to die*" Judith said. "For that reason* I did concern myself."
"Get on with the telling about this promise*" he ordered. "But pour me a bit more of that sweet ale while you're explaining."
Judith emptied the last of the ale from the second jug.
"Frances Catherine asked for my promise to come to her when she was expecting. She wanted me by her side when she died. It was little enough to ask* and I immediately agreed. I made that promise a long time ago* but each summer I've told her I haven't changed my mind. I don't want my friend to die*" she added. "And for that reason* I took it upon myself to learn as much as I could about the newest birthing methods. I've devoted a good deal of time to this project. Aunt Millicent was a wonderful help. Over the past two years* she has found quite a number of reputable midwives for me to interview."
Tekel was appalled by Judith's admissions. "Do you see yourself as this woman's savior? If God's wanting your friend* your interference could put a sin on your soul. You're a bit of nothing* you are* and yet you dare to think yourself important enough to make a difference?" he added in a sneer.
Judith refused to argue with him. She'd grown so accustomed to his insults* they barely stung anymore. She was proud of that accomplishment* but wished she could find a way to stop the ache in her stomach. She closed her eyes* took another deep breath* and then plunged ahead. "Frances Catherine's time is drawing near and her relatives are on their way to fetch me. I'll be perfectly safe. I'm certain there will be at least two women to accompany me and a fair number of men to see to my safety."
Tekel's head fell back on the pillows. "Good God* you're asking me if you can go back to the border? And what am I to tell your mother when she returns and finds you missing?"
Judith hadn't asked his permission* but decided not to point that out to him. Her uncle closed his eyes. He looked like he was hovering on the edge of sleep. She knew she was going to have to hurry if she wanted to get the rest said before he passed into a drunken slumber.
"I'm not going to the border region*" she began. "I'm going to a place called the Highlands* way up north* in an isolated area near the Moray Firth."
Her uncle's eyelids flew open. "I won't hear of it*" he roared.
"Uncle—"
He reached out to slap her. Judith had already moved her chair out of his striking distance.
"I'm through discussing this*" he roared. He was so upset* the veins in the side of his neck stood out.
Judith braced herself against his anger. "But I'm not through talking about this*" she insisted.
Tekel was stunned. Judith had always been such a quiet* shy child. She'd never argued with him before. What had come over her? "Has Millicent been putting fancy ideas into your head?" he demanded.
"I know about my father."
He squinted at her a long minute before reaching for his ale. Judith noticed his hand shook.
"Of course you know about your father. I've told you all about the wonderful baron. He was—"
"His name is Maclean and he lives somewhere in the Highlands. He isn't an English baron. He's a Scottish laird."
"Who told you this nonsense?"
"Aunt Millicent told me a long time ago."
"It's a lie*" he screamed. "Why would you listen to Millicent. My sister—"
"If it isn't true* why do you object to my going to the Highlands?"
He was too muddleheaded from the ale to think of a convincing answer. "You're not going and that's the end of it. Do you hear me?"
"The Devil himself won't keep me from going to Frances Catherine*" she countered in a calm voice.
"If you leave* you won't be welcomed back here."
She nodded. "Then I won't come back here."
"You thankless bitch*" he shouted. "I tried to do right by you. The stories I made up about your father…"
He didn't go on. Judith shook her head. "Why did you make up those stories?" she asked.
"I wanted to give you something to hold on to* especially since your mother couldn't stomach the sight of you. You knew that. I pitied you and tried to make it a bit better for you."
Judith's stomach coiled and tightened so intensely now that she almost doubled over. The room seemed to be closing in on her. "I heard mother say that Uncle Herbert was inferior because he had tainted blood running through his veins. She feels the same way about me* doesn't she?"
"I don't have any easy answers*" he replied. He sounded weary* defeated. "I could only try to soften her influence over you."
"The sword hanging over the hearth… who does that really belong to?" she asked.
"It's mine."
"And the ruby ring I wear on this chain around my neck?" she asked. She lifted the ring from its resting place between her breasts. "Is this yours* too?"
He snorted. "The ring belongs to the bastard Maclean. The intricate design around the stone holds some meaning to the family. Your mother took it with her when she left just to spite him."
Judith let go of her death grip on the ring. "What about the grave?"
"It's empty."
She didn't have any more questions. She sat there another minute or two* with her hands fisted in her lap. When she next looked at her uncle* he was sound asleep. Within seconds he was snoring. She took the empty goblet out of his hand* removed his tray from the other side of the bed* blew out the candle flame* and then left the room.
She suddenly knew what she wanted to do. She could destroy one lie.
The sun was just setting when she ran across the drawbridge and climbed the hill to the cemetery. She didn't slow down until she reached the empty grave. She kicked the wilted flowers away* then reached for the ornately carved headstone at the top of the mound. It took her a long while to tear the headstone out of the hard ground* longer still to destroy it completely.
The following morning she was ready to leave. She didn't return to her uncle's chamber to tell him good-bye.