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  Isabel watched the impish yet confident expression traverse the fey features of her new sister. What only weeks ago would have terrified Margaret now seemed an exciting adventure. At least she’d done one good thing in coming here.

  With a last brave hoorah, she turned to wave to Margaret, who was still sitting at the table, smiling. “It’s settled, then, I’m off to find Alex. Wish me luck!”

  They both knew she would not need any.

  Chapter 12

  “Isabel, slow your pace this instant or we’ll return immediately.”

  The wind ripped through her hair as she leaned even farther forward on the beautiful Arabian palfrey’s long elegant neck, urging her faster while pretending not to hear Alex’s angry shout. It had taken her only one week of cajoling to persuade Alex to a hunt.

  It was too tempting: a beautiful day, a fast horse, and finally freedom from the oppressive gray walls of that grim dungeon. She felt alive, reborn, and it was wonderful. Laughing, she turned her head to look at Alex, Margaret, and the dour Viking Colin trailing in the dust behind her.

  The black scowl on Alex’s face gave her pause. She was struck by how alike the two brothers were in temperament—much more than they realized. Both were strong, confident leaders with a healthy dose of fierce Highland pride and, Isabel realized as she gazed at Alex’s expression, a tendency toward pigheadedness. But there were differences. Alex was always there to offer kindness and on the surface seemed more lighthearted than his formidable brother, but Isabel caught glimpses of the dark, restless turmoil that Rory lacked lurking under the roguish façade.

  Isabel had learned the source of that turmoil a few weeks ago. She’d been teasing Alex about how capably he’d slid into his role as temporary chief, when a strange look came over his face. He’d mentioned that it had not been the first time he’d acted as chief. Not long before she’d arrived at Dunvegan, Rory had been taken prisoner by Argyll at the king’s directive for Rory’s failure to comply with the terms of the General Band. During his brother’s confinement, Alex had led the MacLeods in a battle against the MacDonalds at Binquihillin. The MacLeods were defeated, and two of his cousins were killed. Alex blamed himself and had taken the losses hard. She knew how important it was that nothing go wrong this time. She pushed aside the twinge of guilt. Nothing would happen.

  She pulled lightly on the reins to slow her mare, allowing Alex to catch up to her. She didn’t want to press her luck this day. But she was an accomplished horsewoman used to racing her brothers, and it irked her to play the proper lady after such a long sojourn. If Alex would only stop acting like an overprotective nursemaid, he would recognize that she was in no danger.

  “Very well, Alex. But you are acting as tiresome as that tyrant brother of yours with your disapproving glower. I’m an excellent rider. I could even take a turn on that spectacular Andalusian destrier you are seated upon.” At his look of disbelief, she continued, “Please, let’s relish this beautiful day.”

  Alex shook his head. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into this, Isabel. Rory will be furious. If you think I look grim, wait until my brother gets wind of our ‘wee hunt.’”

  “Well, I’ll not worry about an eventuality that may never occur. He’s been gone so long, maybe he’s decided not to return,” she responded primly, feigning indifference.

  “Oh, he’ll return,” Alex warned. “I expect him back at any time. But after this outing today, you and I might wish it differently.”

  Isabel halted her palfrey and reached for Alex’s hand as he stopped his black destrier alongside the mare. He’d been a good friend to her. Giving his hand an appreciative squeeze, Isabel apologized. “I’m sorry, Alex. I know you’ve some qualms about our outing. You must think me a thankless ninny. But surely Rory did not realize how long he would be gone or he would not have ordered us chained to the castle. He could not expect us to remain inside for so long. And we did take precautions,” she said, referring to the group of warriors who followed them. She waved her hand around at the beautiful ash and wych elm trees surrounding them, the amber light of late autumn lending mellow warmth to the chilly day. Her cheeks bloomed pink from exertion and joy. “With these beautiful forests in our very backyard. It would be sheer torture not to enjoy a hunt while we can.”

  Alex shook his head in mock defeat. “All right, Isabel, you win. If I thought it would do any good, I should ask for quarter. We shall enjoy our hunt and worry about the repercussions later. But at least let us rest for a bit. We’ll water the horses, and Margaret can practice her skill with the bow that we borrowed from young squire Tom.”

  Isabel was about to argue but belatedly noticed Margaret’s pleading look and realized that her wild ride had not terrified only Alex. Reluctantly, she yielded with a nod of her head.

  “I did it!” The arrow arched beautifully, if not accurately, against the clear azure sky before landing harmlessly in the moss and fallen leaves encircling the tree.

  Isabel watched as surprised delight spread over Margaret’s face. With her hands on her hips, she intonated with a perfect impression of Bessie’s voice, “I told you, poppet, if you put your mind to it, you can do anything.”

  Margaret rolled her eyes and giggled at Isabel’s mimicry. She turned to her brother. “Alex, did you see, did you see? I shot the arrow!”

  Alex laughed, his deep blue eyes twinkling with delight. “I must say that I am impressed, sister. I see that next I shall have to hide my squire’s sword. You seem to have found quite an accomplished instructor in warfare.”

  Isabel grinned at the sudden image of Margaret with a claymore. She doubted Margaret would be able to lift it off the floor, let alone threaten anyone with it. But one never knew. Margaret had shown remarkable strength for her size; even the child’s bow they had borrowed required considerable strength to maneuver. “Margaret deserves all the credit. I did no more than show her how to hold the bow, the rest was up to her. Well done, Margaret.” She briskly stood up from the bright green moss-covered tree trunk she had been sitting on as she watched Margaret’s practice, shaking the dirt off the skirt of her luxurious amethyst velvet habit. “I think that is enough practice for now. Perhaps we are ready to hunt for a deer or two to augment the winter reserves?”

  Apparently having anticipated her eagerness, Alex was already leading her palfrey forward. She lifted a gently arched eyebrow in surprise, then chuckled at her obvious transparency. She shrugged but offered no defense; she was anxious to be off before the day was done. Looking up through the trees at the sun directly above her, she knew there were only a few hours remaining before Alex would insist that they return to the castle. The days were already unbearably short.

  Two hours passed in an instant. Isabel couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed herself as much. Except for…a memory of devouring lips and caressing fingers flashed in her mind before she could brush it away. Rory was gone, remembering wouldn’t bring him back any faster.

  She felt the full measure of Alex’s gaze upon her. “Have you had enough?” he asked. “The hour grows late, and I fear the weather has taken a turn.” He looked up to indicate the gathering clouds.

  It still amazed her how fast bright sun could change to dark rain on Skye.

  Isabel grinned. “No, I haven’t. But I know we must return.”

  With an authoritative gesture of his hand that distinctly reminded her of his brother, Alex ordered the men to start back toward the waiting birlinn.

  They rode in companionable silence for a while before Isabel spoke. “Thank you, Alex. I cannot tell you what this day has meant to me.”

  Alex gazed meaningfully at his sister Margaret, who rode ahead with Colin. “It is I who should thank you. For what you’ve done for Margaret. My brother’s wrath is a small price to pay for the happiness on my sister’s face. It’s almost as if the last few years have faded into a bad dream. The change in her is remarkable.” He nodded his head to indicate Colin. “Even the Viking has seemed to take notic