Caelen's Wife - the Complete Collection by Suzan Tisdale

Author:Suzan Tisdale [Tisdale, Suzan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Clan McDunnah
Amazon: B00XFXPG4Y
Publisher: Targe & Thistle, Inc
Published: 2015-05-09T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-One

Caelen and his men arrived at the MacDougall keep long after the midnight hour. Caelen had pushed his men and their horses to their limits on their journey north. By the time they reached MacDougall lands, they were covered with filth, sweat and grime and on the brink of exhaustion. The moon hung high and brilliant overhead as a heavy breeze rattled against man and earth alike.

Caelen did not care. There was too much at stake to dally along the way. If there was anyone on God’s earth who could help him, ’twas Angus McKenna, chief of Clan MacDougall.

Caelen and his men climbed down from their mounts as they waited outside the gates of Castle Gregor. ’Twas one of the largest castles outside of Stirling or Edinburgh. Three stories high with four tall square towers, the massive structure was simple in its majesty. It did not boast loudly of opulence or richness, though the MacDougalls were powerful enough and rich enough to make such claims if they chose. Nay, Castle Gregor bespoke power, but instead of shouting its message, it whispered. ’Twas a quiet reflection of the men and women within.

The wait was not long and soon Caelen and his men were allowed inside the walls. At this late hour, most people were asleep save for the night watchmen. One of the MacDougall men approached as the McDunnahs made their way across the large open courtyard.

“Good eve, to ye. The McKenna awaits ye indoors,” the slender young man told Caelen. “I can see to yer men and to yer horses if ye’d like.”

Caelen was glad for the offer. “Thank ye, kindly. I ken me men are tired and hungry after our journey.”

Caelen found Kenneth in the middle of the small crowd. “I would like ye to go with me to talk to Angus.”

“Verra well,” Kenneth said as he and Caelen handed their horses off to Obert. “No rest fer the wicked, aye?”

Caelen chuckled slightly as they headed toward the MacDougall keep. “Mayhap that be why neither of us get much sleep.”

Though the breeze was not quite as strong inside the walls as out, ’twas still strong enough. Caelen’s plaid flapped against his chest and ’twas then he caught a whiff of his foul-smelling self. There was no time to waste by jumping in the loch. Angus would have to take them as they were.

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