Sword of the Highlander by Breeding Cynthia

Author:Breeding, Cynthia [Breeding, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Publisher: Highland Press Publishing
Published: 2013-03-19T00:00:00+00:00

Five

Niall sat in Cassidy’s tiny kitchen, running his fingers over the runes on the sword hilt, watching her prepare greens. She’d been quiet on the walk back from her shop. He couldn’t tell if she was upset or not for saying her betrothed had no bullocks. ‘Twas only the truth, but mayhap he shouldn’t have said it. But a man who merely pecked at his betrothed’s cheek when he had the right to a full kiss? And the lass had a very kissable mouth with soft, plump lips just ripe for a man’s taking of them.

“When are ye to be married?” he asked.

“We haven’t set a date.” She started slicing the tomatoes. “We just became engaged three weeks ago and haven’t even had time to go look for a ring.”

Forcing himself to think of something besides the lush roundness of her lovely tush in the tight jeans, it came to him that she wouldn’t be able to wear them if she carried a babe. A sharp pain knifed his belly at the thought of her with another man’s child.

“How many bairns do ye want?” he forced himself to ask.

“Bairns? Ah. Children.” She lifted the wooden cutting board and slipped the tomatoes into the salad and laughed nervously. “Aubrey doesn’t want children.”

Niall almost dropped the heavy sword. “What kind of mon has nae wish to sire strong sons? And bonnie lasses?”

Cassidy uncorked the wine before she answered. “Aubrey’s work—or success at it—depends on socializing with the wealthy. He wants me to be the perfect hostess for him.”

“Ye canna do that if ye have bairns? The thanes in my time—even the king—have nae problems with bairns being about.”

The corner of her mouth tightened slightly as she set down the wine glasses. “He says they would hinder us in our travels. That I would worry about them…and, he’s right. I would.” She poured the wine and put a smile on her face. “Now, let’s talk about you. This is the fifth night you’ve been in my world and we still haven’t figured out how to send you back.”

Niall wanted to talk more about bairns, to tell her that no man had a right to deny her becoming a mother. But she wasn’t about to let him. He traced the runes on the hilt again.

“Ye dinna remember exactly what ye said?”

“I didn’t say anything. That writing isn’t Gaelic, is it?

Niall shook his head. “‘Tis far older than that. ‘Tis likely it be the Tadg mac Nuadat’s etchings.”

“Who is he?”

“Twas the Great Féinn’s seanair on his maithar’s side. Even though there was no love lost between him and his good-son, Cumhall, the druid wouldna deny his protection to the grandson who would wield it. A magical sword, dipped in faerie blood and blessed by a druid, would be verra powerful. Think, lass. Ye said nothing?”

“No. Nothing. I’ve gone over this a dozen times in my head. I unpacked the sword and noticed the etchings. I did what you’re doing. I traced the lines. The only thing that came to me was a vision of a battle scene…men fighting their way up a steep hill.

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