Lost in the Mist of Time by Karen Michelle Nutt

Author:Karen Michelle Nutt [Karen M. Nutt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Fiction
ISBN: 9781906806446
Publisher: TheEbookSale Publishing
Published: 2008-10-13T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 39

“Ye can’t hide in there forever.” Dougray pounded on the door to Aislinn’s room furious with himself that he was there waiting in the hall, like a besotted fool.

“I can and I will,” she yelled back to him. “I won’t marry you. Do you hear me? I won’t.”

“Before everyone ye made this wager and ye lost, Aislinn. Ye lost to me and will abide by the rules. Abbot Kirwan will marry us.”

“Married in the church?” Her voice had now become a shrill of panic. “I

take that seriously.”

“As do I,” he shot back.

“But I’m leaving. I can’t.” She paced back and forth in her room trying desperately to think of a way out of this horrible mess she had gotten herself into. She wasn’t supposed to have lost the event.

She glanced at Moira who was looking like she wanted to cry. “I’m sorry, Moira. I should have let you go.” She glanced then at little Declan. His large eyes were bright with fear. Poor thing, he didn’t understand any of this. She went over to him and gave him a warm hug to reassure him that everything was all right.

“Nay, mistress.” Moira came to stand by her. “Me place is with ye.” She glanced at the door as though she thought that Dougray might break it down. Maybe he would. “A.J.?” Moira pulled at her apron. “Maybe ye should reconsider. Why do ye not wish to marry, and where will ye be getting yerself off to, if ye don’t?”

“I can’t stay here forever, Moira. I have other obligations and I will be leaving when the time is right.” To herself, she had more to say. I refuse to enter my century as a married woman!

On the other side of the door, Dougray looked to Murrough and Cormac.

“I want the door knocked down. Now!” He pounded on it again drawing Aislinn’s attention. “I’m giving ye one more chance to open that door or I am having it torn off the hinges. I am warning ye, Aislinn. Ye will not like it, if I must come in by force.”

She was about to yell back her retort when a rather forceful and definitely unfamiliar male voice interrupted her. “Ye will do nothing of the sort.” Dougray whirled around to face an older gentleman with graying hair and a long drooping mustache that nearly touched his chin. “Who are ye to command me in my own castle?” Dougray noticed that Teige and Dermot had escorted the man in and he turned his anger on them. “As for ye two, I will have a word with ye later.”

Teige gave a grave nod. “As ye wish, milord, but we were acting on yer orders. Ye swore us to protect Lady Aislinn.”

“And what in God’s name does that have to do with ye letting this man into the castle?”

The older gentleman frowned, his eyes leveled under drawn brows. “If I am not mistaken, that is Lady Aislinn Hennessy, daughter of Lord Donagh Hennessy, ye have trapped behind that door.

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