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  An arrow hit the flank of his horse, but it, too, found armor. The heavily armored warhorses the English favored might not be as maneuverable and quick as the smaller mounts used by the Scots, but at times they had their advantages.

  He focused on his destination—the tree line about a hundred yards ahead—and rode as fast as his already tired horse could carry him. He knew he should be out of arrow range soon. The shots didn’t seem to be falling as often or as close. Gritting his teeth he held on, praying that his fortune held out for a few more minutes …

  It did. He plunged through the trees and heaved a sigh of relief. He’d made it. But he wasn’t safe yet. They would be hunting him.

  His mouth fell in a grim line. This sure as hell wasn’t the exit he had planned from England. His mission had just exploded in his face. He’d lost his chance to find proof for his suspicions, and worse, extracting Mary had just become much more dangerous. Her son would have to wait.

  But he didn’t have time to dwell on his failure. All he could think of was Mary. A cold chill permeated his blood. They would come for her, too. He had to reach her first.

  Instead of taking the road to Huntlywood, he steered his mount on the more direct route through the treacherous terrain of the countryside. He needed all the extra time he could make. The English might guess where he was headed, but he had no intention of being there when they arrived.

  Mary had thought there could be no worse moment than learning that her husband had deceived her, that he was actually aligned with Bruce and intended to take her back to Scotland.

  But that wasn’t the worst moment at all. The worst moment was seeing the ill-concealed smugness on Sir John’s face when he announced that a warrant had been issued for Kenneth’s arrest.

  She’d nearly fainted and might have fallen to the ground had Sir Adam not caught her.

  “You’d better have a damned good explanation for this, Felton,” Sir Adam demanded, after seeing her safely to a bench.

  Mary listened in horror as Sir John explained. The purported charge was for illegal fighting, but Kenneth was also suspected of treason. According to Sir John, Kenneth had failed a test of his loyalty when he’d delivered a missive with a cracked seal. His desertion today only made his situation worse. Where was he?

  Mary smothered a sob. The thought of her husband imprisoned and possibly executed …

  Her stomach knifed. Every fiber of her being recoiled in absolute horror.

  But once the shock faded, Mary knew Sir John had brought a clarity of mind that she might not have reached so quickly on her own. When faced with her husband’s arrest, the truth in her heart could not be denied. She was furious at him for deceiving her, but she still loved him.

  “Find him,” Sir John ordered his men.

  “I already told you he isn’t here,” Sir Adam said, his normally even temperament giving way to icy fury. “Are you questioning my word?”

  Sir John smiled. “I just don’t want there to be any confusion. You have known Sutherland and his wife for many years, haven’t you?”

  Sir Adam’s face turned florid. “Have care, Felton. Think carefully before you impugn my loyalty. When you are proved wrong, it will go badly for you. I will make sure of it.”

  Felton was instantly contrite. Sir Adam was a powerful man, one of the most influential Scots on the English side, and making an enemy of him could prove costly. “I meant no offense. I was ordered to return the Earl of Atholl to the castle immediately, and to search for Sutherland. I am merely following orders.”

  “Then be quick about it,” Sir Adam bit out. “And then get the hell out of here.”

  While Sir John oversaw the search, Sir Adam tried to comfort Mary.

  “Try not to upset yourself,” he said. “I’m sure it will all be cleared up soon.”

  Mary nodded unconvincingly, knowing better.

  “Is there truth to the charge of illegal fighting? Felton said you were there.”

  She nodded again. “I’m afraid so.”

  “The king will be displeased, but if Kenneth has a good explanation, it shouldn’t be too difficult to dismiss. It’s the other charges that worry me. Is it possible … could there be truth to what Felton says? Is there any chance Sutherland is deceiving us?”

  Mary was torn. She wanted to protect her husband, but she couldn’t bear the thought of lying to her old friend. She dropped her gaze. “Anything is possible.”

  What Sir Adam made of her nonanswer she didn’t know. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Felton talking to Davey on the other side of the Hall, and something about the way Davey’s eyes kept shifting toward her made her take notice.

  Following the direction of her gaze, Sir Adam asked, “Could David know something?”

  Mary thought back through their previous conversation. Could her son have pieced something together about leaving from what she’d said? “I don’t think so.”

  But her hands twisted in her lap, seeing the guilty flush spread over David’s face, when their eyes met for an instant, before he quickly looked away.

  David wouldn’t betray her. Her heart squeezed. Would he? Whatever filial devotion he had to her was new and unproven. Could he say something to make it look bad for Kenneth?

  She should never have spoken to him of his father and Bruce. The decision whether to return to Scotland was too complex for a boy of thirteen.

  For a time, it seemed her fears might have been for nothing. Davey ran off, presumably to gather his belongings, and Sir John returned to overseeing his men. But a short while later, when the search had come to an end, Sir John strode toward her with a look on his face that did not bode well.

  His gaze was harder and colder than it had ever been before. “Gather your things. We will be returning to the castle soon.”

  Mary blanched.

  “What are you talking about, Felton?” Sir Adam said. “Lady Mary is staying here.”

  Sir John shot him a glare. “Not anymore. It seems Lady Mary has been contemplating a return to Scotland.”

  Sir Adam didn’t look to her for confirmation or denial. “And what proof do you have of this?”

  “She’s been having some interesting conversations with her son.”

  Mary’s heart squeezed. Oh Davey, what have you done?

  “I said nothing about leaving for Scotland,” she said.

  It was true. But Sir John appeared unmoved. “Under the circumstances, I think it is better to exercise an abundance of caution, don’t you agree, Sir Adam? For her safety, of course.”

  “Are you arresting me?”

  “Not if I don’t have to.” But his men had gathered around him. She could feel Sir Adam’s men behind her. They would defend her if she asked them to. But what purpose would it serve, other than to put Sir Adam in an even worse position if the truth were discovered?

  At that moment Davey burst into the room. Looking back and forth between the two groups of soldiers, he quickly appraised the situation.

  “What are you doing?” he asked Sir John, betrayal stark on every inch of his handsome young features.

  “Your mother will be coming with us, isn’t that right, Lady Mary?”

  “But I didn’t mean … You aren’t supposed to …”

  Mary looked at her son’s pale, horror-stricken face and knew he’d misjudged the effect his words to Sir John would have. He hadn’t intended to harm her.

  She put her hand on his arm, telling him silently that it was all right. “I will go and gather my things.”

  Sir Adam started to argue, but she stopped him. “Please. I don’t want there to be any trouble.” She put her hand on her stomach meaningfully. Anything could happen if violence broke out. “We will straighten this out at Berwick.”

  Kenneth would do something. She had to trust him. But the idea of entering one of the most heavily defended castles in the Borders took every ounce of her faith.

  Sir Adam held her eyes and nodded.

  “I will leave some of my