Charming the Shrew ~ The Legacy of MacLeod Book 1 by Laurin Wittig

Author:Laurin Wittig [Wittig, Laurin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Romance, Scottish
ISBN: 9781612184821
Publisher: AmazonEncore
Published: 2003-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

TAYG KNEW SOMETHING was wrong just by looking at Cat. The way she held her head, her face cast downward, deep in shadow, wasn’t right. Catriona usually thrust her chin out as if daring anyone to thwart her. Now, though, she sat with her shoulders hunched and that damned veil and wimple covering her perfect skin and ebony hair.

He caught the beat on his drum quickly just as his distraction threatened the rhythm. He began a bawdy song, a bit too bawdy for so early a gathering, but the folk joined in with glee, singing loudly and banging their tankards and goblets on the trestle tables, drowning out his less-than-rich voice.

Tayg would be glad when this bit of mummery was over. It was one thing to skulk around letting folk believe he was a bard when—he winced at his own poor ability to carry the tune—it was so clear he was not. It was something else to maintain the facade with Cat, who was finally beginning to listen to him, soften toward him.

He glanced back at Cat, but she had disappeared from her place at the edge of the circle. He looked about, sure she would be moving closer, ready to take a jab at his singing or put him on the spot again to compose a song to some poor unsuspecting lass. Of course, if ’twas a song about Isobel…his eyes flitted over the crowd until they came to rest on the beautiful, flaxen-haired lass.

Wherever Cat had got to, she could not cause too much trouble with most of the castle folk gathered about him. Perhaps he should take the opportunity and see what he could learn of the chief’s daughter, beyond her penchant for gossip. After all, so far on this misbegotten journey Isobel seemed the most likely candidate if he wished to choose his own bride.

Aye, he would take this opportunity to speak with the lass while Cat-of-the-sharp-tongue was not about. He needed to see if she would make a suitable wife for him. There was plenty of time later to find out what ailed Cat. He drew the bawdy song to a close and smiled at Isobel.

“I would sing a song for Isobel, fairest daughter of your clan,” he said to the gathering.

“Aye, that she is,” Kester, the lad who had shown him around earlier, agreed.

“Tell me about her, then, so that I may choose a fitting song.” He inclined his head in the lass’s direction and graced her with his cockiest grin. She returned the grin, then scooted forward a bit on her bench to look at Kester.

The lad’s face had gone rather pale when he realized that Tayg was serious, and he had to clear his throat several times before he was able to speak.

“Uh, well, she is bonny.”

“Aye, that she is,” Tayg agreed as he watched the boy’s pale face turn a faint pink.

“And her hair is like silk.”

“And how would you know that, lad?” came a booming voice from across the crowd.

Kester seemed to take courage from the teasing tone.

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