Highland Song by Tanya Anne Crosby

Author:Tanya Anne Crosby
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Oliver-Heber Books, LLC
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 5

Just a sliver of moonlight peeked through the thick mist outside. The tower window remained open for the moment, but the nights were growing colder now, and the air no longer held any warmth beyond the gloaming.

Glenna, the midwife, appeared in the doorway of their bedchamber, looking quite fierce, though Iain MacKinnon had eyes only for his wife and his new daughter. Seated at Page’s bedside, her husband coddled the babe, smiling down into her face and rubbing his knuckles reverently over the tiny cheek bones.

“She has your nose, I think,” Page offered, waving Glenna into the room.

“Dinna say so!” Iain returned, sounding affronted, his brows colliding. “I see only you in this sweet face!”

Page was hardly in the frame of mind to argue, but she definitely saw Iain’s nose and the babe’s eyes were his as well—blue as the morning sky.

“When you two doves are done cooing, we’ve had a wee visit from Bodachan Sabhaill,” Glenna complained.

When his wife screwed her face, Iain explained. “A haunting in the barn.”

“We’re missing a palette full of new candles!” Glenna railed. “Och, damn! But we spent all day shaping those tapers and then we laid them all out flat to harden, and now they are gone—every one!”

“Give the remaining candles to our guests,” Iain said pleasantly. “We can use the pitch in here, dinna worry Glenna.”

Glenna would not budge from the doorway. “Nay! Not with the babe!” she declared. “The smoke will blacken her lungs!”

Both Iain and Page peered up at her, smiling gently at the exaggeration. Certainly this child would find herself protected and spoiled by every member of this clan, of that there was little doubt—most particularly by her older brother, who was abed early now after having spent literally all day long at the babe’s bedside—guarding her, he’d said, from the Sassenach hordes. No doubt he was still feeling a little insecure after his own ordeal with David, despite that Iain had reassured him no one would steal the babe away. Poor boy had nearly fallen asleep standing up and Glenna had whisked him away to a proper bed.

Glenna grumbled beneath her breath. “Why waste the best of our stores on that Sassenach loving wastrel?”

The wastrel in question was none other than King David of Scotia and Iain and Page shared an amused glance. Apparently, their eldest son wasn’t the only one with an axe to grind.

“Give David the remaining candles,” Iain demanded to Glenna’s dismay.

The light in the chamber seemed to darken with her expression, almost as though she had willed it. Though in fact, the remaining candles were burnt to nubs, drowning their wicks in their wax.

“We can make do until they are gone, and in the meantime, you can make some more,” Iain suggested. He gave Page a wink that twinkled full of love.

Glenna sighed. “And when will that be, prithee? Those ne’er-do-wells have been here more than a week now with no sign of the lass. When will they go away?”

“When they are certain she has fled the area,” Iain suggested.

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