Highland Knight by Hannah Howell

Author:Hannah Howell [Howell, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, General, Historical, Aristocracy (Social Class), Knights and Knighthood, Highlands (Scotland), Extortion
ISBN: 9780759259553
Publisher: e-reads.com
Published: 2001-01-02T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

"Is he still brooding?"

Avery turned to smile at Gillyanne as her cousin climbed into the cart and sat beside her. Although, despite nearly a week of travel, Avery felt more than able to ride a horse, she was forced to stay in the cart. She was also forced to spend most of her time staring at Cameron's back. The man rarely came into the tent, never slept at her side, and barely spoke to her. He had just left with Leargan to spy on the port they lingered on the edges of, and she had not even been able to wish him Godspeed.

"Aye,” she replied. “He does little more than glare or grunt and sleeps outside with his men."

"The idiot. Weel, Leargan has no new bruises, so mayhap his temper is easing a little."

Poor Leargan, Avery thought, and she smiled again. He had found Cameron that day, bathing in the river just as Gillyanne had said he would be. Avery doubted she would ever be able to learn who had said what to whom to start the fight. There was even the possibility that Leargan had started it on purpose, knowing that it was what Cameron needed. Avery was not sure why, but occasionally, men did seem to have need of a good, rousing fight. Leargan and Cameron had returned to camp bruised and bloodied, but a lot of Cameron's anger had apparently been pounded out of him.

The man was still brooding, however. Avery wondered if there was any chance Leargan could pound that mood out of him as well. Very soon she might be tempted to do it herself. Their time together was rapidly fading away while he sulked over a crime three years old. Perhaps a few knocks on the head with a stout cudgel, she mused, glaring in the direction he had gone.

"Are ye sure ye arenae brooding, too?” asked Gillyanne.

"Nay. Weel, not constantly,” Avery confessed. “Just now I was wondering if bashing Cameron o'er the head would restore his senses."

Gillyanne laughed and shook her head. “It would probably only help ye to feel better. Cameron just feels things verra deeply, I think, and he doesnae want to. He would like to be emotionless, yet he is actually verra emotional."

"'Twould be nice if he would direct some of that emotion my way."

"Oh, I think he does. In truth, I wonder if some of this brooding is being used to place a distance between you. He is mon enough to foolishly believe that distance is enough to kill any longing or need."

"Sometimes, Gilly dear, ye sound as if ye think men are nay verra bright."

"When it comes to emotions, to love, to matters of the heart, men can often be verra blind and verra dim-witted. Women, too. Just nay as often. Some of the trouble with men is that they see love for a woman—a need for her—as a weakness. No mon willingly accepts, acknowledges, or welcomes a weakness. I adore my fither and uncles—think they are brilliant, strong, loving, and all that can be good in a mon.

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