Song of the Highlands: The Cambels (The Medieval Highlanders) by K.E. Saxon

Author:K.E. Saxon
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: adventure, intrigue, series romance, medieval erotic romance, medieval romance, alpha male, highlander romance, highland warrior, scottish highlands romance, scottish highlander romance, medieval highlands romance

CHAPTER 13

MAYHAP, THE BABE was still in her belly. Robert prayed that ‘twas the case as he paced by the hearthfire a while later. After learning that he would not lose Morgana, he had turned his thoughts fully to his unborn son. Modron and Wife Deirdre were bathing Morgana now and speaking to her in hushed tones. Too hushed for him to understand. But what e’er they said soothed her, for her whimpers lessened by a small degree.

In the first minutes, as the healer examined his wife, Modron had explained to him what she believed was happening, assuring him that Morgana’s life was not likely in danger. The older woman had even revealed to him then that she, herself, had lost a few wee ones as a young wife; that, although it wrenched at the heart, losing a babe this early in childing rarely threatened the mother’s life. But, she also gave him a bit of hope, saying that sometimes there could be bleeding, where the babe was not lost.

There was a helplessness in him, a restless need to take action, do something, but what he could possibly do for his wife, he had no clear notion of. He crossed his arms over his chest and paced toward the window. After staring blankly out into the darkened courtyard a moment, he swerved around and headed back to his place by the hearth. When his foot caught on the leg of a stool, he flung it away with an angry kick. It skidded across the wood planked floor and made a rather satisfying crash! against the stone wall, splintering the wood and knocking off a leg.

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Jarred by a clamorous clatter behind her, Gwynlyan whipped her head around and saw Robert’s pained visage, his tensed stance, his chest rise and fall with each harsh new breath. Patting and soothing her distressed daughter’s hand, she realized she’d best get her son-in-law out of here before she gave him the news. He was already behaving like a caged animal, and there was no telling what he would do once she told him the babe had flushed from Morgana’s womb.

But when she tried to disengage from her daughter’s grasp, Morgana tugged her back, refusing to release her. Gwynlyan turned and looked at her then. Morgana was adamant. She wanted to give her husband the sad tidings herself. She wanted the two women to leave her and Robert alone for a time so that she could do just that.

Gwynlyan looked to the healer to gauge her stance on this notion. The aged woman nodded her head. Before Gwynlyan realized what she was doing, she bent down and kissed Morgana’s damp brow. The look of surprise on her daughter’s face brought her up short. She must take more care in future, if she was to continue on with the guise she’d been living under these past moons. But then Morgana took her hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze and Gwynlyan relaxed. Thankfully, she’d not been offended by such an undue familiarity from one of her staff.

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