His Wild Highland Lass by Terry Spear

Author:Terry Spear [Spear, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Highland Romance, Historical Romance, Medieval Romance, Scottish Romance
Publisher: Terry Spear
Published: 2015-07-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Sorcha returned Milis to the stable and brushed her, loving this special time with her. Taking care of her mare or riding her always relaxed Sorcha whenever she was stressed. One of the grooms hurried inside, his face flushed as if he was afraid he would be in trouble if he didn't take care of her horse for her. Or maybe because she'd removed her horse from the stable, and he hadn't caught her at it before she escaped the bailey.

Horses clomped in the inner bailey, and Talbot, the groom, bowed his head to her and ran off to take care of the men's horses.

"She is in the stable, combing her horse," Talbot said, before anyone could ask.

After a brief time, more horses' hooves pounded the ground in the inner bailey.

Talbot again reported her whereabouts. "My laird, she is in the stable with her horse."

"Lock the gates," Ronan said.

The sound of a couple of men tromped back to the keep, while two others headed for the gates.

As if she planned to take another ride. She could just see that Ronan would lock her in the dungeon, or make her stay in her chamber under guard the rest of the day.

Once she was done brushing Milis, Sorcha stroked her muzzle, then left to enjoy the beautiful day while everyone else had returned to the meal. Dirty tunics and léines were piled up next to wooden barrels filled with water, waiting for the women to wash them. Though Sorcha hated that chore most of all, beating on anything would surely make her feel better.

She stood in front of one of the washer barrels, then lifted a dirty saffron-colored tunic off the ground and dunked it in the water. She paddled the wet tunic with vigor, trying not to envision punching Ronan again. She still couldn't believe she had done that to him. Then again, after he had kissed her when he still planned to wed Ita, he deserved it.

She tossed the tunic over the edge of a bucket and began beating another when the head washerwoman joined her. The other washerwomen followed, taking care of more of the dirty clothes. Finished breaking their fast, other men and women returned to their chores.

She wondered what Ronan was doing with Ita and her father.

"Be off with you, lass. I have shown you several times how to wash the garments correctly. You dinna do it right," Taithleach said.

Sorcha beat the clothes even harder.

Taithleach smiled. "Aye, now that is the way to do it. Will you show us how to fight again this eve?"

"Gladly."

"Good. Mayhap this time his lairdship will take notice."

Sorcha didn't believe his taking notice of her was helping her win him over one whit.

***

That evening, Sorcha skipped the meal and stayed in her chamber, her back and shoulders aching something awful from pounding on the clothes while she bent over the washer barrels for hours. She again decided she did not like that job.

She was waiting for the noise to die down

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