Highland destiny Hannah lowell

Scotland, 1430

paths intertwined While Maldie treats the wounds of the boy who found the road, she desperately tries to deny the attraction that his brother woke him from first moment. Although Maldie and Murray Balfour soon discover sharing same mission of vengeance, she must at all costs keep his true identity secret, because, otherwise, will be appointed as a spy. On behalf of his family's honour, Balfour vowed to destroy his greatest enemy, the Beaton nefarious Dubhlinn. The support Maldie would be a powerful asset, but Balfour knows he cannot trust her, and cannot ignore the desire for that woman of rare beauty and sensuality. Now Balfour is determined to unravel the Maldie secrets, and also to live the passion that consumes without allowing anything stands in his way ... not even the threat of seeing their clan split!

Chapter I

Scotland, Spring 1430.

Young Eric is gone. Murray Balfour, Lord of Donncoill, pushed the plate stew had been tasting and stared at the weapon master, whose face pale and tired revealed huge concern. Few things used to shake the always calm and James controlled. Foreseeing severe problems, Balfour, now completely without appetite, took the cup of wine in the mouth.

- As well, if it was? - Kidnapped the boy - James explained every nerve of the body muscular taut. - We were hunting when Twelve Knights surrounded us. Colin and Thomas, despite fighting bravely, died on the spot. Eric yelled to escape, while I I took up the remaining enemies. But the boy's horse balked. Before I possible help, the damn captured him and left racing. - Who took it? - Asked Balfour, after sending a servant to call your brother, Nigel. - Men Beaton. The fact that Sir William Beaton, Lord Dubhlinn, cause it does not inconvenience the surprise, considering past disagreements between the clans. However, the kidnapping of boy shocked him. Eric was the result of a brief affair between his father and the last wife Beaton. The infamous, in a supreme act of cruelty, abandoned the newborn in solitude. Fate had made James, returning from a hunt, passed by the place and gather the little one. Seeing him wrapped in a blanket with the colours of the rival clan, his father was not difficult to reach the obvious conclusion. William Beaton who condemn one helpless baby to death, the shock. And he tried to assassinate a Murray, the infuriated. From that moment, they became sworn enemies. Balfour knew the extent of the hatred of his father William, feeling accented with death sudden and suspicious of the woman who loved leader of Murray. The old feud between the families, transformed into a fierce and bloody conflict, dragged on for years. After death of his father, Balfour waited a little peace. For now remained painfully clear that you Dubhlinn did not care for peace. - Why would want Eric Beaton? - Tense, Balfour pressed the silver cup with such force that underscores the piece cut off his palm. - Do you think the scum want to assassinate him? Finish what you started years ago?

- No - James replied firmly. - If Beaton wanted the boy dead, their henchmen would have slain. What happened in the forest ambush was planned, not one chance encounter. That bunch was waiting for us, waiting for Eric. - This shows how much we neglect our defence. Oh, Nigel Balfour muttered, noticing the younger brother enter the room - even though not slow to locate it. - The servant you sent after me mentioned Eric. Something about a kidnapping? - Nigel sat down at the table and poured wine. The principle Balfour wondered how else could look so peaceful. Then he noticed that his fingers around the cup had lost all colour and eyes amber were almost black because of the increasing fury. In a nutshell, reported what he knew and waited impatiently, the opinion of his brother. - Beaton needs a child - Nigel said, his voice cold as steel. - Damn Eric abandoned years ago - Balfour argued, motioning James to sit at the table too. - Yes, because I still had plenty of time to generate a man. And failed. Scotland is awash with legitimate and bastard daughters of Beaton. Daughters born to wives, lovers, prostitutes. - I heard rumours that Beaton's been very sick. - In a tired gesture, James passed his hand through his graying hair. - I believe strides to death - confirmed Nigel. - His relatives, neighbours and enemies closer now are surrounding. However it still not choose an heir, a successor. Surely fears the end elected hastening its end. Therefore, it remains to resist and fight. - To abandon - Eric that hill, Beaton made clear not believe that the was his son - Balfour pondered. - Eric has the physical characteristics of the parent, not the Murray. Beaton could have it claimed as legitimate heir. I know that few will swallow this story

considering the notorious connection with our father's wife Beaton. However nobody would challenge openly. Also would find it natural as a man of character violent has abandoned his own son to death in a fit of anger and jealousy. - The scoundrel plans to use Eric as a shield against the enemy. - Yes, this is my opinion, although no evidence to support it. - I fully agree, Nigel. Eric is too young to be dropped at the nest of snakes. Maybe stay safe while living Beaton. After the death of jerk, the competition for leadership of the clan will be brutal and boy will become the first victim of power struggle. - It is possible that Eric did not live to see the enemy buried! We can not leave it there. He is a Murray! - I was not thinking of leaving him, although Eric has as much right to Dubhlinn as any. Just trying to decide how much time do we have to free him from the clutches of Beaton. - Maybe days, maybe months, maybe even years. - Or maybe hours. We leave as soon as possible. - Dingy, sipped Balfour several sips of wine and tried to calm down. There would be another battle. More men good to lose their lives. Mourn women and children would be orphaned. Oh, how hated it all. Not afraid to fight. In defence of his home, the church and the king would always the first to wear the armour. The constant bloodshed caused by disagreements between the fiefs was what grieved. Murray had died many because his father loved and slept with the wife of another lord. Now many would die to try to save the fruit of adulterous romance. Despite loving brother and judge him worthy of that fight over it, this battle would be a chapter of a long conflict, a conflict that should never have begun. - We leave for the Dubhlinn dawn. Gather the men, James. - We will win and we will bring back Eric - Nigel declared vehemently, barely weapons master withdrew. Balfour remained for several minutes in silence, wondering if the

brother really felt optimistic, or just wanted to cheer him up. The two appeared in many things, and could also be as different as the water wine. Nigel always been more cheerful, jovial. One of the reasons for his great success with the opposite sex. Besides the beauty, of course. Balfour knew her hair and eyes dark brown skin and gave it an almost sinister. There had been few occasions that come to envy outgoing personality and appearance brother, whose hair and eyes fascinated women. Now, as in several occasions in the past, felt inclined to share the more positive view of Nigel about the impending battle. Deep down, everyone thought were marching to certain death and feared that the attack on Dubhlinn entailed the destruction of early Eric. - If God is with us, yes, we will win - after all said, struggling to adopt a less pessimistic. - Save a gentle boy as Eric the hands of a bastard should tell with divine blessings. - Nigel smiled playfully. - However, if God is even paying attention, I would have given cable Beaton years ago. - Maybe he decided that Beaton deserves this slow and painful death, the which is suffering. - We will make man die alone without dragging innocent can. - What you talked about plans Beaton makes sense. However only a fool would believe in the possibility of success. He may even be able to convince the others that Eric is his legitimate son, or at least prevent the questioning openly. Just will not control our brother. Eric is small and thin, but is far from being weak or fearful. The plan will never work if Eric Beaton not play the part that fits. The instant the damn guard down, the boy flee from that hospice. - It is true. However there are many ways of pressuring a child. Nigel paused, struggling to master the emotions. - We also know that there are many ways to corrupt the truth. Not

rare fearless riders, experienced when subjected to torture, confess crimes they never committed. After the confessions, the unfortunate suffer a death unworthy. Yes, Eric is brave, but it's still a boy. - E alone - Balfour murmured, fighting the urge to leave for Dubhlinn immediately. - Tomorrow, whether we win or not, at least Eric did not know that abandon, his clan is struggling to free him. The morning arrived cold and cloudy. In the inner courtyard of the castle, Balfour studied his men, looking away thinking distressing that many of them not return home. Even if Eric was not on beloved Donncoill, honour demanded that got rid of the enemy. I wish there was a way to save it without sacrificing innocent. - Come on! - Nigel spoke excited, sensing the mood gloomy brother. - You should look thirsting for blood Beaton and show its confidence in victory. - I know, and when we cross the gates of Donncoill, no one will see me hesitation once. But I had prayed that we had a period of peace, to heal the wounds, and gain strength till our lands. These lands are fertile and never had time to grow them fully. Or neglect to the engage in battle, or to destroy our enemies, forcing us to start from scratch. The fact is that I am fed up, tired of this endless cycle of violence. - I understand, because sometimes I feel like that too. However, this is the time to fight for the life of Eric. And, perhaps, for his soul. - It is this thought that makes my blood boil in the veins and gives me impetus to lead men in battle. During the ride, the lord of Donncoill thought of nothing except the young

brother prisoner. So I was eager to meet face to face Beaton. Reached the time to make him pay for his heinous crimes. Nigel fell off the horse, an arrow stuck in his chest, another in the right leg. Cursing blaring, a mixture of fear, frustration and anger, dismounted and Balfour ran to his brother, regardless of being exposed to the hail of arrows that archers firing from the walls of Dubhlinn. - No, we should not stop just because the attack was shot - Nigel protested when Balfour told the charge to a safe place behind the frontline. - We cannot let the bastard win. - Beaton had already won even before we are on the way. He knew that Eric would come back and was prepared. - Turning to a squire ordered: - Sound the touch withdrawal, boy. Abandon these lands before we buried here. - What the fucking rot in hell - Nigel snapped nonconformist. - The defeat is bitter. If we insist now, we will be condemning to death and that will not help our cause. The defence Dubhlinn is better prepared I remembered. We will though, Lick our wounds and think a Another way to rescue Eric. You two - Balfour said, addressing the pageboys terrified. - Hold on my brother, while I take care of the arrows. Nigel fainted when the first was torn. Knowing impossible pouplo suffering, Balfour struggled to complete the task quickly. So, tore a strip of his own robe and covered the wounds, dirt tissue bothering him. Their men had retreated when, finally settled on a litter and Nigel followed them. Although choked with defeat, Balfour forced to accept it. The instant as it approached the walls of Dubhlinn no doubt that had committed an error. Precipitates, his soldiers attacked without waiting for your order. The defence

opposing showed up quick and fatal. He only hoped that the project had not reaped a vast number of young innocents. Asked the heavens to be able to figure out a way to free Eric from the enemy without causing more shedding blood and also prayed for the freedom of a brother did not cost the life of other. The harsh sounds of battle broke the peace of the spring morning. Maldie Kirkcaldy swore softly for a few seconds interrupting his march toward Dubhlinn, march started at the grave of his mother, three long months ago. While the body of Margaret Kirkcaldy lowered into the grave, she vowed to the Lord of Dubhlinn pay dearly for the outrages committed against both. Carefully prepared to face any challenges: bad weather, not having anything to eat or where to sleep. However, I never considered it a possibility that a battle would prevent it from moving forward. For a brief moment thought of approaching the conflict area. It would be useful find out which clan tried to annihilate Beaton. But gave up. Not worth exposing yourself to a risk premature and unnecessary. Better find a way to convince the Beaton enemy that was an ally. Exhausted, Maldie ran a hand through his hair black. Although tiny, delicate, three months ago wandered alone for these unknown lands. Succeeded survive because they had always been cautious. Would not act on impulse when found so close to achieving your goal. Actually needed to redouble caution. Fails in its purpose when it was close to performing the revenge promised the mother would be intolerable. The sounds of battle began to dissipate and you do not know Maldie remains very time to make a decision. Then the army would by road or by euphoric victory, or bent by the weight of failure. Part of him insisted that continued alone, but common sense advised him to pursue a fruitful alliance. At least could enjoy some comfort while deliberating on how to use the

information collected in the past ninety days. No sooner had become convinced that the enemies were his friends and Beaton that, therefore, would benefit from this union of forces, when he saw the first soldiers. Your confidence collapsed. Even from a distance, perceived to utterly defeated. If an army of trained and well-armed knights had not been able to win Beaton hopes that it would? But rather an ally defeated than none. At least they will pass some extra data, some additional knowledge to help him get what he sought: the complete destruction of the Lord Dubhlinn. That is, if the strangers not to kill before. Praying with all the favour not be rushing to death itself, Maldie came out from behind the bush where he had hidden and planted himself in the middle of the road. Silently Maldie asked God to the knight tall and dark, standing before her forward, desperate not to hear the beats of your heart. Although the posture impassive the unknown, he was on the verge of panic. When the abandoned security cover and exposed himself, had it moved by the belief that it was worth chances to win allies. But now, before those weary men, Muddy and dirty blood, wondered if there had rushed. And worse, he did not know as would justify his presence there, alone, in the middle of the road to Dubhlinn without reveal the sinister plans of revenge. - You may want to explain to me that a little girl so doing alone on this road? - Balfour asked, barely resisting the allure the incredible green eyes. - Maybe I just want to see up close how terribly old Beaton defeated them. - Who was this noble broad shoulders and dark eyes, capable of induce her to behave naughty? - Yes, the bastard beat us. - Balfour's voice sounded cold, full of fury. - You are one of those that crawl carrion bones of the dead? If it is, is better continue its path.

Deciding to ignore the insult, deserved because provoked by his words thoughtless, replied: - I Maldie Kirkcaldy, Dundee. - You are far from home, girl. What brought these lands cursed? - Looking for some relatives. - Who are they? Maybe I can help her find them. - It is very kind of you, but I do not believe that someone of his social class would know them. - Before the knight pressed in search of more information, Maldie turned his attention to the man in the litter. - Your partner seems seriously injured, sir. It is possible that I may be able to help you. - Noting the tension take account of the muscular figure, stated categorically: - I speak the truth when I say I am skilled in the art of healing. The confidence expressed in the comment led Balfour to relax, although not please him so quickly be convinced by the words of a woman, a complete strange. Yes, a beautiful stranger, with his black hair, emerald eyes and sinuous body. However never allowed himself to succumb to the charms of a beautiful face. Uneasily watched her kneel beside Nigel. - I am Sir Balfour Murray, Lord of Donncoill. This is my brother. - Balfour knelt also willing to follow every movement of the delicate hands. Nigel was killed when the enemy, using cunning treacherous, attracted us a trap. By removing the rags that covered injuries, Maldie frowned, apprehensive. All it took was a quick to decide which initiatives take. Unfortunately, at the moment, cannot possess the necessary material. - Always amazes me that idea that men all men respect the honourable laws of war. If you act with a little more caution, perhaps not continued to be decimated.

- I do not think unreasonable to believe that a knight act according to their position and honour their oaths.

Maldie let out a chuckle full of anger, bitterness and contempt. Although vesture a dress coarse proof of his humble origins, she showed no deference to those of a higher caste. Quite the contrary. Surprised interest by a complete stranger, Balfour found himself asking yourself who would have harmed. And how? In silence, he saw her cleaning the wounds and stop the bleeding, the gentle touch giving the impression of slow suffering Nigel. The smoothness and safety the slender hands moved, did imagine them gliding over your skin. The reaction immediate and unequivocal haunted her sex. It was not time for that. Though he tried to resist the urge, studied it at length, from top to low. The dress old and worn, showed the delicious curves of perky breasts, the narrow waist providing a contrast with the sexy hips and rounded. Although tiny, Maldie Kirkcaldy had long legs and shapely. The black hair framed her face and rebels of classical beauty, the eyes of a green intense gleamed under the arched eyebrows. Straight nose, slightly upturned, full lips and seductive. How could anyone look so young and innocent, the same time, sensual? I want, Balfour concluded between astonishment and fun. Intrigued desired this creature girl, naughty and dishevelled. Especially impressed him want her as he had never wanted any other woman, with an ardour bordering on insanity. The hunger Maldie Kirkcaldy awakened in his body was so strong that almost alarmed him. Struggling to break free from the insidious sensations, sought to maintain the thoughts fixed on the health of Nigel. - My brother already looks better. - Polished their words, but revealing their little knowledge of

subject. - Maldie dried her hands on her skirt. - I did almost nothing but clean injuries, freeing them from the blood and dirt, and change bandages filthy. I have to me needed to care for the patient as it should. - Do you need? - Balfour's eyes widened on the list endless, many items of which he had never heard. - Do not carry these things with me when I go into battle. - It should. After all, you are in battle, fools, end up hurting this way. - He is no fool who tries to free his younger brother from the clutches of a jerk as Beaton. - Raising his hand, Balfour silenced her, determined to put an end to conversation. - It took me too here. Not sure that the dogs Beaton is collected, or persecute us. Nigel needs care and a safe place for recover. - Yes, it's true. So, hurry up. - Maldie stood and smoothed the clothes rumpled, preparing to follow his path. - You did so well taking care of Nigel, even without what considers that, I'm curious to see what miracles do when you have everything you need. - How so? - You go to Donncoill us. - Then I'll be your prisoner? - No, my guest. Maldie opened his mouth to refuse, but swallowed the harsh words. Not worth worth clinging to stubbornness and obstinacy. After all, there were advantages to join your destination to the Murray. Besides Sir Balfour be at war with man intended to destroy, in Donncoill find refuge while planning the last details of revenge. Of course there were some drawbacks. Beaton had imposed a defeat

bitter Sir Balfour, and if this discovered the truth about his origin, run serious danger. Could also face problems if the beautiful and gloomy knight suspected the reason that made her take the road to Dubhlinn. If the escort would have to omit certain information and instinct told him that Lord Murray did not used to forgive those who the deceived easily. His plan to get an ally was no longer looking so simple as had supposed at first. After all, another unexpected complication arose. Recognized the brilliance of piercing eyes. A glow that chased frequently. Sir Balfour wanted. The that concerned him was the way he was reacting to it. If the harassment of other always had aroused anger, disgust, knowing is coveted by this tall warrior and manly to excited like never before. And made her curious. It was a man undeniably beautiful, but met several of equal beauty. The muscular body attract any woman, so as the face manly. Firm chin, straight nose, broad shoulders and strong. The dark hair

and long accorded him an almost wild, and brown eyes seemed to have power to ignite it. As I looked into the fleshy mouth, Maldie lowered his head, feeling treading on dangerous ground. How would having those lips glued to their? - It is very kind of you to offer me shelter, sir - said agitated, collecting the knapsack that held the few belongings. - But I cannot stop me Now. Would you like to find my relatives before being forced to stop search with the arrival of the rains, because the roads become impassable. - If the recovery Nigel is delayed, you could stay in Donncoill during the summer. My brother desperately needs their care. - So, my lord, is not an invitation but a command. Wrapping around the waist, Balfour to put the saddle effortlessly, thinking that a good meal you would do well. Maldie Kirkcaldy weighed as much as one feather.

- Surely staying in Donncoill will seem more enjoyable if you consider my offer an invitation. - I'm not sure myself swallow this lie. - Try. Sir Murray smiled and Maldie felt his heart race. There was no arrogance or vileness that smile, just warmth and friendliness. Tense, she realized that not only the physical beauty of the knight was a danger, but also the possibility of finding him other qualities that never imagined finding a man. Feared not being able to keep his secrets, afraid to open the heart. - As you wish, my lord. And when his brother better be able to leave? - Sure - Balfour replied, wondering why it was so difficult to agree. - So bestride sir. The sun will soon set and his brother did not react and the freshness of the night. The group resumed the march. Walking beside the litter Nigel Balfour noted the skill with which Maldie drove his horse. In fact, the stallion mostravase listening to the words that the young woman whispered to her ears and obeyed the slightest command without hesitation. - The girl also has a knack for dealing with animals - he said, noting that Nigel accompanied the scene. - Yes Horses and men. - Why bother Maldie Kirkcaldy? It is evident that her care him provided relief. - Yes, the pain subsided. Do not question your skills in the healing art. It is a beautiful woman, with the most beautiful eyes who never vi. However, not we know it. Believe me, this girl keeps secrets. - And why should she tell us all about yourself? After all, neither knoweth us. E natural that act with caution. - Pray so that just caution, not dissimulation. We live in a time

too dangerous to put our trust in strangers so quickly, yet this strange has a beautiful face. One misstep now could cost the life of Eric. Balfour clenched his fists. Nigel had reason. Not was a good moment to if leave influencing by the charms of a woman. Though he could not, or not wanted reversing the decision taken would be careful when they reached Donncoill. Its family already had suffered the consequences of lust thoughtless. Not intended repeat the mistakes of his father. By winning the barrier composed of centennial trees, Maldie spotted, by first time, the contours of Donncoill. The castle stood high on a hill, so unassailable as it menacing. The vast lands that surrounded him seemed fertile, capable of supply the Murray with a affluence envied by many Scots. However, sufficed him a brief glance at the conclusion that there were cultivated fields as should. The wars constants consumed the time and effort that, in other circumstances, would be dedicated to agriculture. When men understood how that the contentions and the battles endless you stole the key? Quickly, Maldie departed the thoughts melancholies and concentrated the attention the fortress. Circled by tall stone ramparts, Donncoill not showed be no suffered the same negligence of lands who surrounded him. The contrary. imposing with its square towers, the old structure, and well kept, gained new wings that conserved the harmony of original architecture. His mother accustomed entertain her counting stories about the magnificent castles of France and England. For beginning to wonder if laird Balfour had not visited such places, size the splendour of Donncoill. - Still there much to do here, however the work proceeds the slow steps said Balfour, appearing at his side suddenly and holding the reins. Struggling to controlling nervousness, effect produced by simple proximity figure manly, she murmured:

- Maybe you should leave your sheathed sword more frequently. - I would be happy if it were possible. I fear that Beaton did not share my desire for peace. - You speaks of peace and march to war. I doubt that Beaton the has invited to a confrontation. - Oh, invited, yes. Even if he had sent an emissary, the message does not would have been clearer. The scoundrel kidnapped Eric, my brother younger, in a ambush within my lands. - And after was only await your arrival to gates of Dubhlinn. - Yes - Balfour admitted, a little embarrassed by his own stupidity. Since the principle I knew that our attack precipitated would be a mistake, but also knew that Eric would not leave in the hands of those people. Tried talking with Beaton before of initiate the attack, to solve the question without shedding of blood. The infamous me led to believe that he would accept a deal and made me get closer to the walls. Of course it was a trap. He me wanted near and give to his archers opportunity to me reach with greater ease. The plan almost gave right. Luckily, ordering the withdrawal, managed to avoid that my men be massacred. - You should not nor have marched for Dubhlinn. - You do not understand. - For an instant Balfour inquired yourself why was if giving to the work of justify their actions before a strange. Then he realized simply liked talking with her. E when analysing the occurred aloud, tried to explain the bitter failure yourself. - My men were angry because of the action treacherous of enemies and eager to boot them blood. Determined to go to extremes, lost the ability to reason with clarity and took me to make them regaining reason. Only when Nigel has been reached is who heard my orders to retreat. - E Beaton continues keeping his brother prisoner. - While not wanting, Maldie felt in the flesh anguish rider. Preferred

not worrying about tribulations and problems unrelated, when could barely deal with their. - Indeed. However, at least, Eric now knows that the fight to Murray release him. - Why did the boy think differently? After all, it is his brother. Balfour hesitated for a second. Then concluded that there was need for secrecy. - Eric is my stepbrother. Son of my father and the last woman Beaton. When Eric was born, Beaton, to take revenge on the adulterous wife, left him in a hill to die. One of our found. There soon appeared discover the true child's identity and the reason for savagery. - From there deepened the rift between the clans. - Yes What out brawl, turned into armed conflict. The death of my father did not put an end to the discord. And now, there are unexpected developments. Because there was able to generate a son, Eric Beaton wants to proclaim his rightful heir and Usalo as a shield to protect him from trying to take power. We have to rescue Eric before the disease Beaton will steal the rest of the forces and let the mercy of political opponents. - Beaton is dying? Maldie bit her lip until it bled. And his reaction to the news was not suspected go unnoticed by Sir Murray. His voice sounded too rough, too exalted. The idea that disease Beaton ended up preventing her from avenging the angered and alarmed. If Beaton died of natural causes, could not fulfil the promise made to his mother. - Yes, that's what I was told - Balfour replied, watching her evident curiosity. What would be the reason for the sudden emotion on his face adorable? - Excuse me, sir, but for a moment I could only think about how

you raised the sword against an elderly disillusioned. - Hoping that his lie sound convincing. It was time to confess the truth to the rider. - Then I remembered torment of his brother. - You do not have much faith in the honesty of men, no? - Never had reasons. - When crossing the gates Donncoill, Maldie changed the subject. - Surely a castle of this size there is a person trained to care for the sick. I do not think you really need me. - We had a great herbalist, who died two years ago. She tried to train one successor, revealed that they have neither the ability nor the skills to exercise function. This woman always uses leeches in the treatment of any diseases. Often wonder if their incompetence not hastened death my father. - Leeches - Maldie repeated, shaking his head. - Recognize their utility, although they often be exploited wrongly. His brother, for example, already bled enough and spewed all impurities and poison the body. The use of leeches in the case would not only be inappropriate, as dangerous. - It's what I think. - But I do not wish to offend your herbalist. - This will not happen. She did not like the job and only does because of prestige. It will be easy to fix him another task that will give you the same position of honour among other women. In the courtyard of the fortress, a crowd awaited. Soon cries convulsive Maldie filled the air and tried desperately to close their ears to lamentations. As a child, shared the pain of others and suffering of those who had lost a loved one in battle. For the thousandth time, wished that her mother had helped to learn how to protect these outbursts. Was not being ungrateful. Outside this same skill that allowed them to get some money from time to time.

Taking a deep breath, calm down Maldie sought to support the invasion of torturous feelings of others. - Are you sick? - Balfour asked worried, noting her pallor utmost to help her dismount. - No, only tired. - Maldie turned to the wounded. - Your brother should be put to bed. The day the litter was hard and the night will not take the fall. - I think you also need to rest. - I'll be fine. Your horse is a great animal, but I'm not used to assemble. It is natural to feel exhausted. But fear not, sir. I am able to take care his brother and toss it back in the fight. Smiling slightly, Balfour observed following men carrying Nigel past with quick and decided. For a moment she seemed so affected by sadness that surrounded her, so shaken by the suffering of others, who feared seeing her faint. Then, still pale and trembling, resumed the impertinence peculiar to him. Nigel had reason. Some mystery involved. In a split second, the girl jumped from compassion to scorn. Also there had been that weird reaction to the news of death imminent Beaton. The explanation offered in Kirkcaldy not tiny Maldie convinced. However, still wanting her more than I should more than know be sensible. But this desire would blind not, would not forget the caution. To Eric's life at stake, he could not allow the passion silent wisdom. Maldie Kirkcaldy kept some secrets, and even trying to fulfil the desire that the consumed, would find that these secrets were.

Chapter II

Rising, Maldie let out a small whimper, her body aching tiredness. Relieved, he noticed that Nigel was still asleep, oblivious to the noise. During three long days and nights had been struggling to rid you of the fever, allowing only

brief periods of rest while Balfour took up his post at the head of his brother. Finally the fever had yielded, but preferred to maintain constant vigil. Walking over to a small table near the window close, poured himself a glass of cider. It was not easy to take care of Nigel alone, but suffice to cross with the herbalist Donncoill decide to keep her distance. Grizel had a dirty appearance and skin covered with pustules. Moreover, exuded bitterness and unhappiness. The woman did not just hated him devolved function, as seemed to hate everything and everyone. This type of person, indifferent to the suffering of others, could never devote himself to art of healing, no matter how much knowledge we possess on the subject. To help someone, it was stated, more than anything, you want to provide relief, soothe the pain. Before leaving Donncoill would have to explain the problem to Balfour, to Grizel did not regain that position of extreme responsibility. Would find a substitute for the function while still in the castle. Thoughtful, Maldie refilled the silver chalice. Now that Nigel improved, found himself reluctant to leave his room, because that would mean facing Balfour without using the patient as a shield. Never faltered in his duty of herbalist and

had devoted himself entirely to the recovery of Nigel. But he recognized there hiding behind the patient when the lord of Donncoill approached. Such cowardice irritated and frightened. Upon entering the room of his brother, Balfour not tried to play it in no time, all attention focused on Nigel. However, a simple look of the rider made his blood boil in his veins. Although exhaustion, just managed to rest when Balfour was nearby, the virile figure Sensual robbing him quiet. Although he treated her with the utmost courtesy, it was clear that he wanted. And she, despite wanting to otherwise, could not remain indifferent to the presence manly, every nerve quivering with anticipation. A dangerous situation threatened to escape her

control. How to deal with these strange feelings? How long resist the calls of body? Maybe I should have stayed hidden behind the bush, the roadside. - Beginning to think I made a serious mistake - Maldie muttered, sighing background. - No, I do not think. My brother looks much better - sounded a voice deep behind her. Agitated, she turned, almost knocking the cup on the floor. - You scared me, my lord. Balfour smiled, revelling in the nervousness of the young. Earlier, doubt it caused fear in Maldie Kirkcaldy. Soon, however, discarded the possibility. Not fear was what he saw in those wonderful embossed green eyes and rather a reflection of his own desire. Oh, how I wonder if the source of this uneasiness was in innocence of the maiden, or the fear of giving in to the obvious mutual attraction. This knowledge help decide what his next step. No, it was not true. No matter Maldie how he felt about the situation. He wanted her and wanted to own it. - Come on, I'm not as creepy as well. - Unable to contain himself, he reached out hand and gently stroked her hair black and shiny. Despite the lightness of touch, Maldie shuddered. Lord Murray did not need speaking, his intentions were clear. Nervous, walked away. - I'm not afraid of you, sir - lied, putting the empty cup on the table. - Only consider this situation somewhat distressing. They taught me that I should not being alone in a room with a man who just know. - The solution to this problem is simple. - Oh, really? So you're leaving? - No, milady. You know me better. - Repairing the expression disgusted the youth, he added: - There will be an unpleasant experience, believe me. And you can not hide here all the time.

- Indeed. Remain in Donncoill until his brother recover. Then leave. - It may take months for complete recovery of Nigel. He has do not need constant care. You like to enjoy the spring. - I can appreciate the beauty of spring from my window - she returned cautious. - It is true. The charms of the season should be enjoyed up close. No nothing that compares to the pleasure of feeling the gentle breeze brushing our skin. Slowly Balfour became stroking her hair in an almost intimate. - The perfumed air calms us and dispels bad moods. - I'm not nervous or grumpy. - Hand on hips, she took a step back and looked at him haughtily. - If I sound angry it's because I do not usually do this kind game. - What game are you talking about, lady? I'm not doing any game. Despite efforts to show innocence, Balfour concluded not have her fooled. - You cannot lie. Are you flirting with me, teasing me, making the game seduction. - Maybe you misunderstood me. - No. I know this strategy well. - Just thinking in subtle ways, and even brutal, the men had used to try to get her to bed raged. - Many have availed themselves of these tactics before. - And failed? - To his amazement, Balfour was surprised to want it were untouched. It should not matter to you if a stranger was innocent or not. But matter! Gaping, Maldie could not believe his ears. The men, generally considered poor girl any amoral and were puzzled when were finding otherwise. There had thought Lord Murray a type biased, so

astonished at the question insulting. Refusing to be overwhelmed by blind fury, Maldie sought to analyse the situation impartially. The last thing I wanted to find out was that Balfour, as many previously believed her a slut, just for being poor. So gradually realized what was happening. He had not intended to defy it, or discredit it. Acted moved by anger, fear and a reluctant curiosity. Almost as if to hear her answer "yes" to escape from uncomfortable feelings and confused. - Of course it failed - snapped harshly. - As you well know, not enjoyed the wealth and comforts that always surrounded him, my lord. I was raised in a world hardest. Yes, many men believe that a simple girl never refuses to do anything in exchange for a few coins and should appeal to members a social class higher. As for me, I chose to learn to defend myself instead of play the role of a prostitute. - I did not mean to offend her. - Maybe not, but it happened. - In this case, I beg your pardon. - Gallant Balfour took the little hand between her and kissed her. - If your apology was sincere, you would not continue trying to courting. - Before he realized what was happening, Maldie found himself trapped between strong arms. - You just apologize and now want to insult me again - Accused him, trying to break free. - No, I just want to kiss her. Balfour was fully aware of the limits to be ignoring a honourable knight. Despite having some knowledge of the world, Maldie preserved the innocence. Mores demanded that treated her with great respect. By What, then, could not control the urge to kiss her? It would be a mistake to do so the beautiful and aloof Maldie Kirkcaldy. But it was too weak to overcome the temptation. From the first time, I would like to sip the fleshy mouth. Just do not expect to come

pay dearly for the daring. - You're going too far, sir. Maldie intended to speak in a firm tone, sharp, but her voice sounded hoarse, trembling. Instinct told him that if he offered any resistance would be respected. But had no strength to repel him. Although reluctant, and hating her weakness, admitted wish to be kissed. And longed to return the caress. The instant their lips touched, he knew he had lost Maldie any chance of escape. In trance, allowed his tongue invaded her mouth imperious and dragged into the unknown. Sensations never imagined capable of try subjugated it, erasing fears and insecurities. The scariest was find that their desire equalled by Lord Murray. When he walked a few feet to breathe, protested softly, dissatisfied with the separation. Soon their bodies were glued, the extent of male desire does not unnoticed. While Balfour covered his neck of burning kisses, Maldie instinctively pressed her thigh next to him, exulting listening to him moan in pleasure. - Oh, you're so sweet - Balfour whispered, kissing her eyes, nose, forehead, mouth. Silently he protested about the poor choice of words. The way Maldie did feel deserved more praise, verses able to touch a stone wall. But even if it had the gift of oratory, could not use it at this time. The taste, the smell of it, the sinuous curves of the sculptural body prevented him to think clearly. Could only think one thing. In make it yours. - Maldie, beautiful Maldie - spoke softly, pulling her toward the bed. You're also burning, no? - Yes It seems that I was bewitched. - We were spellbound. Kissing hungrily, the two bumped into bed and left Nigel

out a moan. The noise Maldie brought back to reality. Horrified by the boldness of own behaviour, Balfour moved away and walked to the opposite side the room. Thankfully, Nigel still sleeping and not witnessed the shocking scene. Acted irresponsibly and did not know who to blame. Lord Murray, by taking it almost seduced effortlessly, or herself, by allowing you to reach this point with a single kiss. - Why are you still here? - Challenged him furious, smoothing the clothes in gesture full of nervousness. With his back to the huge fireplace, Balfour did not seem bit sorry, quite the contrary. In fact, regretted only the abrupt disruption of caresses and make sure not to touch her that night. Maldie had resumed the posture cold and inaccessible before. To prevent that coldness turned into resentment, needed to make her understand, and admit that she been in his arms willingly. Yes, the first stolen kiss. But what happened then was consented. Not forced to anything. A mutual passion simply exploded, uncontrollable. - Until minutes ago I was welcome - Balfour retorted, keeping the tone voice deliberately calm and pleasant. Uncomfortable Maldie blushed. Impossible to deny the truth. Not only accepted the kisses eagerly, as the reward with equal vigour. However, an Gentleman should not remind her that it lacked moral fortitude. Never have discovered how weak it was Lord Murray had not stolen her first kiss. Before sensual lips touch hers, only suspected that it would be unable to resist him. Now know - with certainty. - Because you are no longer welcome - back harshly, hating herself for sounding like a child pouting. - As you can see, I have a lot of work waiting for me. - Ah, yes. You need to be watching Nigel sleep. - Words

dripped with fine irony. - Now, face the truth. You want me to go away because I feel the same passion that overwhelms me. We burn with desire for each other and you fears, staying here, I rekindle that fire that consumes us. - Such arrogance. Both nerve. You tricked me. I said "no" for that first kiss and was ignored. Like all men, do not hesitate to take what they wanted. - Yes, I accept the blame for the first kiss. - From head up Balfour walked to the door and opened it. Then he turned to face her. - But you, young lady, gave me the second, a kiss as voracious as mine had been. Yes, you probably attempts to deny the undeniable so I come in the back, but not to consider a disguised woman, who appreciates lies. You want me Maldie Kirkcaldy, as as eagerly desire. We both know it. When the door closed, Maldie sat on the rug before the fire, seething. Oh, and would love to have been able to respond to the height of provocation. Changes remained motionless like a fool. The cheeky said everything wanted and she sketched withdrawn without any reaction in self-defence. Without justify found for that fit of madness. What really worried and angered, however, was to recognize that Sir Murray was right. Could call it arrogant, rude and conceited, but nothing change the fact that he was right. She wanted him with all his strength. He wanted her to body and soul. Stay blind of passion when had if kissed and would not be fair compelling it to assume alone the blame for what occurred. E by that almost had arrived to occur. However, outside what he had done. Always thought easy to ridicule the passion, always laughed and walked away men ten contributed harassing her. The indifference with which he treated those who sought conquer it the become by too safe of herself and had just imagining yourself strong enough not to repeat the follies of the mother. Balfour had annihilated

this security. Had destroyed her confidence. With a single kiss, had forced-a to see themselves like any other woman, weak and vulnerable. Now, not only accused him of force her to accept the bothers revelation, as had spent to fear its proximity. Had come to Donncoill seek assistance in your campaign against Beaton, not for if transform in lover castle lord. When Nigel were in conditions of caring-if alone, would have of taking a decision. Or would ally to Murray in the crusade against Beaton, or would flee of temptation represented by laird Balfour. Already were feeding doubts that remain in Donncoill mean losing the innocence. E, mainly, the heart. He wondered if would not be too high a price the + + Pay by helps in destruction of Beaton. Balfour inspired background, eyes fixed on the horizon. Was acting as a teen passionate and it bothered him. Simply could not stop think of Maldie, in taste delicious of rosy lips, in sensuality Body mignon and sculptural. Had left-to a hour ago and longed make the seas-la, hug her, kiss her. Only the certainty that would commit a serious error case cede to impulse, the clutched. She would take some time to accept, and assimilate, what had happened between the two. - Thus as I - he spoke softly, leaning over the parapet of wall. Never any woman made him experience a passion so violent, never any woman had stolen the ability to think clearly. E reason with clarity was essential at this point, when life of the young Eric was at stake. - Nigel worsened? - Asked James, approaching. - No. The fever relented and he sleeps. - It was what they told me. However his grim expression led me to imagine the contrary, milord.

- Not is the health of my brother what worries me now, and yes to herbalist. - A pretty lady - commented the master of weapons, observing the other with attention. - Bonita too much. Sweet too much. Tempter too much. - E too available. Pensive, Balfour shook his head. - It is true. We needed desperately of a herbalist in Donncoill and, as if by magic, there was Maldie Kirkcaldy, by the roadside. A blessing, or a trap? Know that sometimes, in cases of extreme necessity, God hear our prayers and performs a miracle. However, cannot run risk of believing in miracles now. There is much thing in risk. - Maybe you should send her away. - It would be the attitude sensible. She same stated its desire leave so logo Nigel have recovered. The reason me says be better well. But I fear not having learned nothing of the many follies of my father. Desire the girl and is everything in I can think. - No, not all, because you know that this strange keeps secrets. And there questions that must be answered. - Indeed. But whens along of Maldie, not think in plucking no answer. - So I'll take care of the problem. Balfour hesitated by a brief instant. - My pride obliges me to want resolve the matter alone. Fortunately, the good sense speaks louder. The fascination that that woman exerts about me would prevent to act impartially. Not know if I could take the right decisions. Discover what can. Maldie Kirkcaldy arose in a moment of necessity, and also in a time of conflict. Maybe it a beautiful angel of mercy. Or then a serpent introduced in our midst by the enemy. There is no doubts that guard many secrets, secrets that can come to compromising our security. Do not dawdle much to discover them, old friend. I confess that when diving in those eyes greens, my blood boils in veins and my will falters. Discover the truth, before

that I'm by too involved to believe any negative thing about Maldie Kirkcaldy. - You take good care of me - said Nigel, while Maldie helped him Sit down in bed and put several pillows at his back to provide-you greater comfort. - I would have died if you there were no me bailed. She flinched when Nigel wrapped around the waist. Free of fever for five days, Knight had been surrounding her with attention that both bothered as frightened. Suffice regain strength in the arm to get Nigel to play it. Yes, subtle touches, harmless, easily excusable, except for increasing frequency. Also amber eyes staring at her with excessive heat. The last thing he needed was another Murray trying to drag her to bed, he thought, ducking under the guise of catching tray the maid left on the table near the window. Nigel was harassing so much sweeter and courteous than Balfour, treating it as a nobleman should treat a real lady. But despite the kindness and words of that gallant man extraordinarily beautiful, did not feel a little attracted. - I think I'll need your help to eat the stew - he said, adjusting the tray on his lap. Although the judge perfectly able to feed himself, attended Maldie the request and sat on the edge of the bed. Within seconds, one of the male hands rested on his knee with ease. Although the touch displease him, decided not repudiate it immediately. High fever and deep wounds had sucked the Nigel energies and the possibility existed that he feared not able to manage the spoon with efficiency. Considering the sick harmless decided not to discuss the request. - Why are you here looking for their relatives? The clan dug Kirkcaldy roots many miles Donncoill. - Yes, I know. Do not get lost if that's what you're thinking. Just did not want find them.

- Why? - When Nigel coughed Maldie, none too gently, put his a piece of bread in his mouth. - It's a reasonable question - protested, smiling at perceive her angry. - Maybe. The Kirkcaldy do not wish to close. After all, I am poor and have had a hard life. - How many of Kirkcaldy, no doubt. - Yes, but what has not told you sir, is that I am illegitimate. - Despite the surprise, there was no contempt or disgust in the eyes of the rider. - My mother, daughter older Kirkcaldy Lord, let himself be persuaded to move away from family. Man who seduced was already married, and when the poor naive pregnant, abandoned her. Embarrassed, she did not dare go back to the family. Do not run risks telling this part of the truth, Maldie decided. However, to secrecy about the name of the miscreant. Also omit the detail that he only abandoned after his birth, the notice unless the child the boy longed generate. Reveal the name of her father would create more problems, and perhaps the expose to a greater danger. - You may have misjudged the Kirkcaldy. - Nigel used both hands to take the cup of wine in the mouth. - And might not care about their illegitimacy. Probably the fear of his mother, that were rejected, resulting in own sense of guilt and shame. Maybe you should go back to get married and talk to her. - I cannot. My mother died. - I regret your loss. So you're looking for the family of his father? - No. The bastard never showed interest in me. And the feeling is reciprocal. - Restless Maldie rose abruptly. - Have you finished? Removing the tray from the patient's lap, placed it on the table near the window. It was clear that to answer a few questions does not satisfy the curiosity of Nigel. Although careful, your answers gave the impression of other cause

inquiries. It would not be easy to continue guarding their secrets without raising suspicion. If Donncoill decided to stay in and get involved in the fight against Beaton, would obliged to invent a story about his past, a detailed history and elaborate enough to help her face indiscreet questions. But did not know if could invent a lie so complicated. Or feel at ease holding it. When Balfour came into the room, ending the interrogation of Nigel, Maldie experienced an unexpected relief. Since they had kissed, made the impossible to avoid it. Although limited to treat it with the most respectful deference when visiting the sick brother, glare dark eyes made it clear that Lord Murray would soon take action. With nerves on edge, she tried to escape the room. The steady hands held by the arm. - I was going to leave him alone with Sir Nigel - Maldie Murmurs, trying in vain to get rid of the fingers that held grips made. - Although you do not want to hurt the feelings of my brother - said Balfour, smiling - come get it. - Why? - It's time you take a breath of fresh air, enjoying the spring. - I've had enough fresh air when you walked from Dundee until now. - But the weather was not so good. The sky is bluer now, the sun more hot. - Your brother may need something. - Yes - Nigel agreed with such haste that Balfour stopped to look at him carefully. - I do not think I should be left alone. - You will not be alone. The old Caitlin is already under way, eager for you company. - Listening to the other cursing under his breath, smiled. - The poor cannot wait to spend a few hours taking care of her "beautiful baby".

- What's this? - Maldie asked curious, so they left the garden. - The old Caitlin was a nanny and wet nurse of Nigel. She still sees him as a boy and treats him as such. And why did you agree to come with me, after spending days and days avoiding me? Maldie thought for a moment to speak the truth, to tell that Nigel was harassing. Just had a choice between the two brothers who tried to take it to bed. Had a chance to put an end to attacks by Nigel before any unpleasant confrontation. Accepting the company Balfour, who never disguised how much wanted, should help give Nigel the contract. No, do not say anything to Balfour. Already facing enough problems in Donncoill without launching a brother against the other or, even worse, without encouraging them to some kind of male competition, she would be the prize. - I have not been avoiding him. - Was yes. Escaping whenever he saw me as a shy kitten. - Do you think is more important than it is, my lord. For me that his presence bother? - Running like a scared bunny in search of a safe haven? - I just wanted to give you and your brother opportunity to talk in particular. - As a small fox, fleeing dogs lost Gueiros ? - Soon you will miss comparisons with animals, sir. Balfour laughed with pleasure. - Ducking into the shadows, as a bi Chino insecure? - Wait a minute - She stared at him angrily. - What happened to "Escaping", "run", "running"? - You do not like the term "dodge"? - I do not fear you, Lord Murray.

Holding her back by the arm, he resumed walking. - Really? So why should I avoid? Why am I not as pretty as Nigel? The instant he realized the desire in her eyes brother, Balfour fought against the urge to drag Maldie away and hide it by acting as a jealous boy who does not want to share his favourite toy to anyone. From when was old enough to be interested in the opposite sex, realized the preference Bridesmaids by Nigel, whose perfect face, outgoing personality and admirable skill with words the enchanted. All the beauty of Nigel sighed, praising its charm and engaging ways. One even told him that lover none surpassed the performance of Nigel in bed. Over time, learned to Balfour accept the superiority of his brother towards women. However, when seen smiling Maldie seductively at the old jealousy returned. Had to fight to keep in silence, to quell insecurity as he watched them together. Actually, no noticed no sign that Maldie was interested in Nigel, but wanted to hear her say aloud. - I do not think there are many men in Scotland as beautiful as Nigel. - Your comment seemed to be injured Balfour, thought, between surprise and curious. - Perhaps even worldwide. His brother is even a beautiful man. - The girls always chased. - I imagine that Sir Nigel has never needed to chase women, or strive to conquer them. - How hard he will have to work to win you over? Lord Murray was jealous, Maldie concluded with a pang of pride. Repairing the way Nigel looked at her, he deduced that the sample many others, she succumbed to the fascination exercised by that beautiful face, the smile devastating and sweet words. While such a demonstration of jealousy to inflate, also insulted. However, it was not difficult to understand that dealing with Balfour

old feelings, old rivalries fostered by immature women over years. For there was a chance to reject it, to put an end to the advances of Sir Murray, pretending to have been captivated by the charm of Nigel. Why, then, refused to do it? Why not wanted to play one brother against the other? No, not just for this. Quite understand the anguish of Balfour, having experienced rejection in the skin. Being poor and illegitimate, was often ignored or discarded. - Very hard - answered anyway. - Really? I noticed how my brother looks. - Ah, it's a shame. I hoped that Sir Nigel had just healed this nonsense before anyone noticed. He feels grateful to me because it relieved her suffering. Not Remember that during a week his brother seen almost exclusively my face. - A face that any man would be happy to contemplate. Intense heat invaded it. The courtship Nigel had always left indifferent. But suffice to say that the Lord Murray felt beautiful, to stain and melt inside. At that moment he realized that his heart was treacherous welcomed man stern and haughty. It was not just the carnal passion he felt, but something deeper. And scary. Suddenly, she found herself in a secluded corner of the garden, trapped between strong arms. Not carried out for a walk outdoors to enjoy an afternoon spring, but for secluded place where you could steal from Donncoill a kiss. What really worried Maldie was his inability to repudiate it, prevent him from continuing this game of seduction. Should free up the hug, hurt him with some rude words and running as soon as possible, for safety's room Nigel. Instead of taking a sensible, remained paralyzed like a fool, bewitched by the beauty of the face manly. - So this was your plan all along - accused him, laying hands on

his chest in mock resistance. - Are you accusing me of me worth of gimmicks to lure her here? - A quietly intense and sounded like a caress the ears female. - Yes, I am. You deny it? - Maldie shuddered to be kissed on the neck. - No, nothing maneuverer, beautiful lady. Just came to the conclusion that you needed to get out of that room. When Maldie opened his mouth to protest, a kiss silenced her. Despite knowing be courting danger, the pressure of the tongue pressing dissolved all their fears. Had no power to refuse to caress. In an uncontrollable impulse, clasped him by the neck and narrowed contact your bodies. It amazed that a simple kiss could ignite them, causing them to act like animals in heat. Still kissing her hungrily, pinned against the Balfour wall of the unfinished tower, forcing her to feel the pulse of his hard body. Crazed desire Maldie realized long fingers and nimble rid the loop her dress and go down the bodice to the waist. By having her breasts exposed, one rehearsing protest and wanted to push him away. But the moment that the tongue Balfour slid around one nipple and then began to suck it, the outside world ceased to exist, the notions of right and wrong losing meaning. As if from far away, heard Maldie moans of pleasure and amazed, found itself be the source of disconnected sounds. During interminable minutes, they kissed and caressed with a greed bordering on savagery, hands sliding over the bodies of one another as that driven by an insatiable desire. Laughter of children finally penetrated the cocoon of passion in which both had closed. Gradually Maldie regained reason, painfully aware Your state semi-nude. Muttering unintelligible words, pushed for Balfour far, noting then that he had moved away, no doubt anticipating his sudden mood change. While composed himself, he forced her to think only of how been on the verge of losing the innocence leaning against a wall, a few feet from a

courtyard full of people. She was furious with herself and Lord Murray. In silence, Balfour noted Maldie pinching the clothes, the blood still boiling veins. The second I felt it withdraw, had needed all his strength willingness to release it. And though he knew had done the right thing, still burning with desire. But the furious expression made it clear that the young man had no chance of returning to experience the taste of that passion so early. - I'm not any better than any vulgar prostitute and ignorant - Maldie spoke softly, trying in vain to fix her hair tousled. - No. A whore feels nothing - Balfour returned, leaning against the stone wall and crossing his arms not to give in to the impulse to make the grab her. - A prostitute lies only supports what is happening and passively reaches out to receive the money. - At least she has a goal: to be paid for their services. As for me, became clear that just a beautiful smile to make me open my legs. - Maldie was so disgusted with herself, so disappointed with his own weakness, that embarrassment caused by torrid scene fell into the background. - I am not better than my poor mother. I find myself on the verge of repeating nonsense because it inherited weaknesses. - Just as I seem inclined to repeat the follies of my father. Never acted in this way before. And you? - No! - Maldie exclaimed in horror, knowing he must flee before Lord Murray said something else. The man had a natural ability speak the truth. Hard truths because undeniable. - My father slept with all the women he found attractive by way, convinced that at least half of them loved. And amazing that Donncoill not full of bastards. As for me, until today had never needed to fight to keep the blood and head cold. What was the weakness of his mother?

- She bore me. - Do not think it was foolish. - Oh, but it was. I am the illegitimate daughter of a man who could not care less importance to the sacred marriage vows, a scoundrel who abandoned my mother to I found her pregnant. - The Balfour compassionate look almost impelled to open up without reserves. - After this tragic experience, she should have taken more cautious. But the caution was short lived. The unfortunate always thought that the next man would different. And, somehow, were. Many gave her gifts, or money. Finally, she ceased to care, or feel. Only accept cash. - Never you well. You are too strong. - My mother was a strong woman. - Despite vehement Maldie no longer so sure. - Seduced, used and discarded by a jerk, became a woman so heartless, callous as the monster that destroyed it. No man drag me through the mud. Do not give heed to lies, nor will leave defeated in games seduction. - I do not lie. Nor am playing. What's between us is poignant and sweet. It is beyond our power to resist. - No. What's between us is unimportant, mere carnal attraction. Not me let win. Sighing background, Balfour watched her walk away. Nothing could induce her to say to change his mind. However, I was convinced that they had both been overwhelmed by a feeling that was beyond lust, desire. Still do not quite understand the nature of this new feeling. I did not know exactly what he wanted from Maldie, and take her to bed. So you could not make any promises. If he tried to discuss what they felt, she realize their insecurities and uncertainties. Maybe even accused him of lying to seduce her. They were in a deadlock, Balfour decided, heading for the castle. A

impasse terrible and scary. Both feared repeating the mistakes of their parents. Maldie lose Virginity is succumbing to the appeals of passion and virginity used to be the only dowry of a poor girl. And he could not, at least for now, offer you something beyond sexual ardour. With Eric's life by a thread and a battle approaching, it was time to make promises to any woman, especially a orphan who kept many secrets. Lord Murray took a deep breath, trying to calm inner turmoil. Maldie began to seem the only one able to solve dilemma, because it would be she who risk everything to deliver up. Only wish I had more any chance to show you that it would be worth surrendering to an emotion so rare. After that there had been that afternoon, he doubted that would allow you Maldie abordla so early.

Chapter III

What you are doing your great fool? Upon entering the room of Nigel, Maldie could not believe his eyes. Absent during an hour and undoubtedly made a mistake. In the last week, since Balfour almost seduced, given herself with renewed commitment to the task of bringing his patient to full recovery, avoiding that exaggerated efforts were made ahead of time. Thus, seeing him trembling and bathed sweat while trying to walk supported by a servant, became enraged. The foolish not only ran the risk that the wound to become open as well as to be permanently crippled. - Jennie - said addressing the young maid while forcing the knight back to bed - I know that this crazy can be very persuasive, but here on, ignore orders to help him walk. - But you ... - The girl hesitated, standing in the doorway. - Do not worry about disobeying Sir Nigel. I explain the same situation to Sir Balfour that surely support me. The sick still cannot afford to stay standing on legs squalid.

- Squalid? - Nigel muttered offended. - You want to be crippled, sir? - Maldie questioned him dry, motioning for Jennie who withdrew. - No, no way. But that's what will eventually happen if I do not exercise and regain my strength. - There are only fifteen days you have been injured, lost too much blood and the high fever punished. Therefore, you must allow your body to recover slowly, with good food and enough rest. - At least I feel good enough to try to walk. - Yes, it's true. Sweat and shakes make it clear that your body does not ready for such an effort. Ignore the warning and pay dearly. - You make it sound like my life and body has its own rules, different what my mind says. - Indeed. - Maldie poured him a glass of wine, noting it hold him both hands to carry it to his mouth, a clear sign of weakness. - I believe that you are smart enough to realize you made a blunder to overcome their limits. Cursing softly, Nigel held out the cup to finish drinking, almost knocking him to the ground due to the uncontrollable shaking. - If I have to stay in bed for a long time, end up crazy. Smiling comprehensive, Maldie took a damp cloth and started to wash it, freeing him from the bitter cold sweat. - I understand how hard it is not to do anything except stand as is frustrating to be alert mind and body too weak to meet our desires. I know a lot of people think I'm crazy when I say that our body sends us messages. When you got up, there was dazed, covered in sweat and trembling? Because this was his body telling him, in the most emphatic possible to lie down and rest.

- It would be better if my mind let me know before I put my feet on the ground. - Ah, the mind is often contradictory and not always leads us in the direction right, or tells the truth. No matter how smart we are, because sometimes allow ourselves to cheat. Whoever took certain attitudes, even though not would be wise or safe? - Oh, yes. And the worst is that our damn mind prevents us from forgetting these idiocies. The laughter died on his lips Maldie. Nigel was not so weak as imagined a certain part of his anatomy revealed no difficulty to stand. Always suspected that attract, but consider the concrete proof this attraction embarrassed her. And I could not keep pretending that nothing noticed. - Luckily I'm not entirely incapacitated. - Nigel smiled seductive. The impertinence began to shake her shock when it was damp cloth plucked one hand and a familiar voice sounded ace your back. - I believe in time to be someone else take on the task of bathing him, brother. Balfour Maldie away from the bed. - Our Invited can engage with functions different. - But the girl and I were having a fascinating conversation about how we should pay attention to what the body tells us? Maldie was tempted to send Balfour although annoyed with how he decided what he was up or not do. But common sense prevailed over pride. Nigel wanted and was good-natured enough to prove it is not only looks and suggestive words. No doubt it would be better for both of you transferred certain obligations to third parties. - I'll get the meal of my lord - she murmured, withdrawing hastily. The moment the door closed, Balfour took a deep breath, struggling to control the anger generated by jealousy. When you come into the room and turns Maldie bathing brother, had been jealous as usual. Noting the obvious excitement and Nigel

expression lewd, had needed all the self-control not to punch him. - Do not give me that look, as if he wanted to kill me. - Maybe I'm just disgusted that you want to seduce a woman worked tirelessly to restore him to health. - Balfour poured wine cursing himself for not being hood to keep calm. - Why should this concern you? - She is an orphan, poor, helpless. And was not it you who accused her of keeping many secrets? - His vehemence probably betrayed their true feelings. - I assumed that these secrets have nothing to do with us, do not constitute no threat to our security. Maldie Kirkcaldy is yes, as you reminded me, poor and orphaned. He lived a hard life and resents the shame to which the mother was exposed. Also not overcome the fact of having been abandoned by her father. His secrets revolve around a past full of hurts and I do not think she has an obligation to reveal. - Maybe. - If he closed his mouth now, who knows Nigel forget it? Vain hopes. - I do not think you're angry with me because I harassed a girl that inspires distrust. - Are our troubled times. The caution is required. Nigel largely ignored his brother's words. - I think you want for yourself and fumed at the thought that I was stealing. - Well, I think you're in bed for so long, we stopped to reason clearly. - Nonsense. You wanted Maldie from the first moment, when he found in the middle of the road. I, for convenience, I preferred to forget what I have observed, I prefer convince yourself that you did not want, because ultimately interfering with my plans. As

strongly you want it? Balfour for a moment considered the possibility of adopting a strategy cowardly to deal with the situation: deny everything and run. But he knew that his brother not leave him alone until you extract a confession. Honest answer now Nigel could silence. But would shun Maldie? She hated herself for feeling insecure about their own ability to conquer it, to be forced to compete with someone for whom all women always sighed. - I wish with all my strength - admitted reluctantly. - Sometimes I wonder if not completely lost his head. - Ah, those green eyes have the power to bewitch any man of arouse lust. - What I feel goes beyond lust. - How much further? Although it might appear impassive, Nigel endeavoured to conceal something, Balfour concluded. And if the feelings of his brother by Maldie also went beyond the mere attraction to a beautiful woman? Part of him thought it would not hurt to be beautiful Nigel rejected only once in life. The other part recognized this to be the voice of jealousy. - I do not know - Balfour replied in a low tone and restrained. - I only know that will beyond the carnal passion. - And how does she feel about it? - Maldie want me. I'm sure. Still resists the idea that in passion destroyed his mother and fears repeating the same mistakes. When I realized that I no longer feared repeating the mistakes of our father is that I realized the intensity of my feelings. Although mixed feelings too. - Then take it for you, brother. Maldie Kirkcaldy is yours. Retired me field. With so many confusions, fears and passions unresolved think the field is even overfull. I prefer not to venture into the midst of this chaos. Maldie entered the room and, after Balfour fulminate with the look, the deposited

tray in the lap of Nigel. Had she heard the conversation, Balfour asked, as soon discarding the idea. If the girl had heard discussing who would have the privilege of try to seduce her and take her to bed, sure would be writhing in hatred. Maldie only seemed irritated, offended by his interference. - You allow me to help his brother to eat? - Asked dried. - I thought he had already able to feed himself. - And if there would have been raised and jump the room. - Not jump anything - Nigel muttered, cursing among the teeth as Maldie cut the bread into small pieces. - Why should not he try to walk? - Balfour questioned, noting, for first pallor of the patient. - After all, the fever subsided a week ago and the wounds are healed. - It is true. But Sir Nigel needs to regain lost energy and forces. The first steps will require very careful, especially because the injury leg was profound. Even understand what led him to commit such a folly. When remain a long period of bed, resting and eating well, it is natural forget how weak we are. Thus, we ignore the caution. If the process of convalescence is not rigorous, it is possible that this leg never lose their rigidity and brother definitely be lame. The firm tone brooked no doubt the herbalist. Suffice to fever disappeared and the wounds heal, to consider Balfour Nigel cured, needing only food and rest before resuming their duties. Now beginning to understand the full recovery would require time and attention redoubled. - How is the plan going to release Eric Beaton and defeat? - Asked Nigel, finishing eating. - Slowly. We know very little about that infamous, or about Dubhlinn. Infiltrated the heart of our enemy troops, but has been difficult for him to send us information. Any details about the routine of the castle, as simple as it was, would help us, but we have nothing yet.

- When you say "simple" is referring to things like when gates are opened and closed? - Maldie asked Balfour, using a cup of cider. - Yes All information is valuable. - The gates are opened at sunrise and closed at sunset. The brightness of the suspect in the eyes of the brothers, although justified, disturbed her. In his eagerness to help them destroy Beaton had not considered how your knowledge about Dubhlinn might seem strange and generate distrust. If you confess have learned all you can about Beaton to increase your chances of kill him, the Murray likely to feel disturbed even further. - How did you know about the gates? - Balfour questioned. - I've been looking around my family Dubhlinn. - Are you related to any Beaton? The tone Balfour, mixed contempt and reproach, only confirmed his decision to Never reveal your true origin. - No. My parents are minstrels. I followed their trail until Dubhlinn and remained in the region trying to figure out which direction they had taken. Luckily, a couple of elderly villagers offered me hospitality. - Why do not you tell us anything when we learned that fighting Beaton? - I am not a warrior, Sir Balfour. Could not imagine that the little I saw and I heard him interested. There was near the castle when his younger brother was kidnapped. Taking a deep breath, Balfour ran his hands through his hair dark and dishevelled. - I beg your pardon, ma'am. It was not my intention to insult her or accuse her. Every day that Eric goes into the clutches of that bastard, I rip apart inside and perhaps Therefore my heart is fill with suspicion, sometimes unfounded. Even now, I still trying to understand how the damn knew where and when to ambush

capture my brother. - No need to apologize, sir. You are at war and I am a strange. - Do you really think that someone betrayed us? - Nigel asked Balfour. Beaton helped someone to get hold of Eric? - Yes The more I think about it, the more convinced I am. When the two began to discuss the possibility of Donncoill harbouring a traitor, took Maldie to tidy the room, relieved at the end of the interrogation to which he was subjected. Spoken impulsively without mince words. Minstrels. A good choice, considering life nomadic required by profession. Missing you now get a surname for your fictitious family if Sir Murray asked him. The web of lies began to entangle her, a fact that both alarmed as disliked, as always abhor falsehood. And, despite not wanting to admit, Balfour noted that there was cheating him particularly painful. He accepted their lies without question, even apologizing for having fuelled doubts and suspicions about him, a fact that only served to make it even more unhappy with thereof. Hated deceive someone, especially someone who had welcomed and shown to confident about the rightness of his character. This would be a sin to taint your soul. Entry silent Grizel Maldie away from dark thoughts. Sneaky, the woman moved without producing any noise, however, its stench Plague the environment. Men, engrossed in conversation about battles and betrayals, did not seem to recognize the presence of the old herbalist, on the other hand, did not lose a single word they said. Noting that Maldie watched, she sought disguise the curiosity and, picking up the tray, hurried to leave the room, not without first launching a last look at the two knights. As if he had been stung by a venomous animal, shuddered Maldie horror at the expression of Grizel to stare brothers. Never a look restrained so anger, bitterness either. For a moment the young man asked if he was not pure imagination,

if not just infected by suspicion of intrigue and treachery. But no, no fantasized nothing decided. Although not well known the Murray, not believed in circumstances, worthy of such hatred. Grizel would be the traitor clan? Could get them to see that? - You look exhausted, Nigel - Balfour commented worried. - Rest. Talked without finding answers to our questions. At least I have left the comfort of knowing that you share my suspicions about the existence of a traitor in Donncoill. - It Grizel - Maldie said, convinced that the truth is always revealed as the easiest way to solve things. Lie about their origin because they had an alternative and not repeat the mistake. - What has Grizel? - Balfour questioned dry. - By heaven, I think the stench permeated the air. - Absolutely. Keep this room very clean, so it is now easy to see the entry of any unpleasant odour. - Are you suggesting that my rooms were not clean before? Am devastated - Nigel joked. - I'm not referring only to the body of dirt Grizel or its bad smell. But she exudes hatred. It's a feeling so strong that I could feel him bitterness. Grizel hate you both, gentlemen. Actually abhors. Balfour was silent for several seconds, weighing the words heard. - I know that woman lives feisty and does not get along with anyone in castle, whether man, woman, or child. But the difficulty of relating is very other than hatred. What is the relevance of Grizel hate me, or Nigel? - So speaks a man created in the midst of wealth and power. Those accustomed to being served, often do not realize the value, or the threat, represented by his servants. Are you convinced that someone helped Beaton in capturing and Eric, however, cannot think of a person

reason to betray them. For I also providing a good reason: hate. Before eliminating Grizel as a threat, I suggest you ponder the possible reason of this hatred. Maybe then find the answer you seek. - Our father seduced her. - Nigel shrugged, as if it were no importance. - She was pretty and neat, years ago. - After his father abandoned? - Maldie asked, thinking that that kind behaviour always repelled. - Yes, to fall in love with Eric's mother. And when Eric's mother died our father had no desire to return to the arms of Grizel. - In short: Grizel, still young and beautiful, held the position of lover lord of Donncoill. Exchanged for a new lover, saw his son's rival to be created as one of the heirs of the clan, while the own beauty and youth went out. It seems to me a great reason to hate and Murray want to harm Eric. - It is certainly reason enough to spend watching her more closely Balfour agreed, walking to the door. - It's what I'll do. I need more than words and distrust to accuse Grizel. She was born in Donncoill and their relatives helped us conquer these lands, have always been loyal to my family. Do not take no action before obtaining evidence of treason. Will not run the risk of committing an injustice. And now, I want you to arrange for dinner in my company in the main hall. - But Nigel needs ... - I'll have Jennie come serve you. Balfour withdrew without giving Maldie chance to argue. Briefly; she considered the possibility of simply ignoring the order. No, nothing good would challenge him as Lord Murray would get it. It would be a long meal, it had no doubts. Better start getting ready. Balfour hid a smile at Maldie enter the main hall. The dress dark blue, worn and carefully patched, moulded body curves delicate

in a way that pleased him too. And wavy black hair, fastened with a thin strip of leather, fell to her back like a waterfall silky. Raised up, the Lord of Donncoill nodded, showing him the chair to his right. - I am not worthy to sit here - she protested softly, hesitating take the seat that had been offered. - I do not have neither titles nor noble origin to be seen in a prominent place. - You saved the life of Nigel - Balfour replied, motioning for created to serve her wine. - This makes it deserving of a place of honour on my desk, more than titles or wealth. - His brother was wounded and was able to help you. Anyone with my skills would do the same. - Not anyone. - The knight tried not to notice the amount of food that the young man put on the plate. No doubt there was a lack of appetite that kept so slender. - You have been dedicated, surrounding the care without asking for anything in return. - I have a soft bed to sleep, a roof over my head and all food that I can eat. Is payment enough. For a few minutes Balfour merely watching her eat. Although the amused to see that a woman so small could have such a great appetite, Also it hurt the soul. The way in which food had enjoyed Maldie Kirkcaldy made it clear he had known hunger. For the first time it occurred to him have never thought much about the hard life of the unfortunate. Always well cared for the people of Donncoill and was glad to know that nothing they lacked over the years. But, except for donations occasionally to the poor, never stretched these blessings to those outside the circle their immediate responsibility. It shamed him to imagine that by uncharitable people like Maldie suffered. Silently vowed to himself never to be indifferent to the needs others. - Perhaps you'd like a new dress - suggested by repenting in

then noting the brightness challenging green eyes. Should have chosen his words more carefully, because just insulting her. - If you think my dress too modest, I dine in my room. Actually, it was not considered Maldie insulted, nor had supposed that this had been the intention of the rider. Just had been hurt by the possibility of not Balfour approve its appearance. - The dress looks good on her and highlights its beauty. But, if I may say so, you easily offended. I admit I'm clumsy with words, but not the consider the type of woman who enjoys lies. Its not the most beautiful dress 've seen. I know nothing about women's fashion, but I noticed that you have only two dresses, both very worn. There is no shame in that. I just want to find a way to reward her for the recovery of Nigel and I thought it was going to a new dress please. Maldie sighed. - You are right. Sometimes I bristled like a porcupine, not listening to what was said and judging irony behind the words most innocent. Thank you for your kind offer, but I must decline it. Yes, my clothes are old and torn, but I cannot accept gifts for doing something that would have done for anyone. God gave me the gift of contribute to the healing of people. Do not think it's right to accept pay for a job He does. I am a mere instrument. Murray decided not to pursue the matter. Talk to Una, the best seamstress clan, and would ask him for making a dress in secret. Would not ask the Maldie she would win, which would satisfy the small reward. Simply offer. Despite the obvious poverty, Maldie was educated as a lady and identify know, and accept, a courtesy. - How long have you been lurking Dubhlinn? - There was nothing lurking. And by the way, stayed two weeks in region. Although expected questions, Maldie felt uncomfortable. Not bear

lie anymore. Murray Balfour had been wrong not to use the word "stalking". Out exactly what he had done, taking advantage of every opportunity to spy Beaton. And maybe would still be there if there were not so many men started harassing her. Only regretted not having taken leave of the old couple that villagers welcomed. Gone in the middle of the night without saying goodbye and, worse, without express gratitude. Suddenly a dull rage flooded her. Do not for a moment his embittered mother had not thought of the sins that would force his daughter to commit to fulfil oath of revenge? With the same speed that it had arisen anger was replaced guilt. Was acting as an ungrateful creature, when the mother had undergone the degradation to keep her belly full. It would be too much to ask that man responsible both to end the shame of punishment? It would be too much to ask that her daughter to avenge? Maldie chose to ignore that little voice inside insisted on answering "Yes." - You suddenly became very serious. - Balfour touched her lightly on hand. Dubhlinn faced any problem? - No. I just realized that by helping you, I could be putting into danger the couple of villagers who sheltered me. - Smiling wistfully, Maldie passed a thick layer of honey on a slice of bread. - Then I remembered that the old lady always complained about how Beaton at the slightest sign of threat, sent the lock gates without caring who could not enter the fortress in time. Diseased that you Dubhlinn not hesitate to leave their mother outside if she was not fast enough. Finally, farmers have given up seeking refuge behind the walls. When an enemy to attack Beaton appeared only hid and prayed not to be hunted as well. - You can stay quiet because I do not plan to kill any villager. Just want to bring the young Eric home and settle accounts with the Lord Dubhlinn. Maybe that clan go live better and in peace without the idiot who leads them.

Balfour stopped and Maldie, noting that the knight seemed to watch something closely followed the direction of her gaze. Grizel had come out of the shadows and planted behind the soldiers grouped into one end of the long table. While pretending to sew, she did not miss a single word of what men spoke and or endeavoured to disguise interest in the conversation. Grizel did not have the necessary discretion to spy, Maldie concluded. Undoubtedly out successful yet only because no one paid attention. And perhaps safe to have never raised suspicions about their actions, become careless. - I cannot believe I did not notice anything before - murmured Lord Murray, dumbfounded. - You rarely noticed. And, as I explained, the family of Grizel Murray has been with since the beginning. It would be the last person you distrust. - For this a perfect choice. I should have known. You're right, she hates us. I see clearly now. And no reason to grudge. My father tried to basely. Moreover, treatment of the numerous other women. - This is not reason enough to betray his own clan, their own ancestors. Yes, it is understandable that someone wants revenge that caused him harm, but not destroying all family members, as Grizel Beaton is helping to do. I begin to feel very sorry for poor Eric. - It should be easy to fall prisoner of Beaton. - Actually I was thinking about how Eric Beaton hated to the point of want to kill him on the day of his birth. Now is Grizel who hates him and does not care contribute to lead him to death. It must be difficult for the child to know that his simple Birth became the target of the wrath of two enemies. And now, the same man who wanted kill him want to call him son. His younger brother must be thinking that the world whole mad, or that he has lost his reason. Thoughtful, Balfour agreed. He did not like to admit it, but had not yet held feelings about Eric. Hungered free him from the clutches of Beaton

remove him from the infamous poison that could distil in his ears, which had not considered the emotions of the boy. Yes, Maldie was right. Your brother must be finding it difficult understand the situation and wondering why aroused so much anger. Although Beaton tried to recognize him as a son now, Balfour doubted the bastard stopped hate the boy. Eric, although extremely intelligent, perhaps the most intelligent of Murray should be confused and unsure. - Yes, my brother must be about to tear my hair out. - Balfour smiled sadly. - He hates when he cannot understand something. If you do not Beaton gave no explanation, no matter how small can help you see some logic in what is happening, Eric will lose patience and taking a attitude foolish, like trying to kill the enemy with his own hands. - You speak as if the boy was intolerant. - It is not the case. Although Eric never had much patience with fools. - I can understand it. - Eric is very intelligent, but acknowledges that his intelligence a gift granted by God. So, never despise those who were not blessed of same way. If you think someone is acting purposefully wrong, shown to be intolerant. Over the years, I think it will become less inflexible. This is your single defect. In fact, Eric is even more beautiful and engaging than Nigel. - A danger to all women of Scotland. Balfour agreed laughing and Maldie felt his heart melt. Lord Murray loved stepbrother and had proud of him. Part of him envied Eric that although bastard, won the love of father's family. As for her, would never know the feeling of acceptance. Not had a father or a family that could support. Been able to rely solely on the mother. Its mother often gave the impression despise her, to irritate with its simple presence. Quickly, Maldie away thinking distressing. It was too painful to face truth. Best keep ignoring her, before becoming a well of bitterness.

- You seem sad Maldie Kirkcaldy. - Gently Balfour covered delicate hand with his. - Do not fear. We will win the battle and we'll bring Eric back to Donncoill. - Of course. During the rest of the meal, Lord Murray led it tactfully, counting everything he had discovered about Dubhlinn. Even not ducking the questions, Maldie preferred to be cautious, as if unaware of the importance of the information passed. Despite the pleasure to be contributing to the decline of Beaton bothered to they did through deception. When James Balfour called to join the two at the table, she smothered the displeasure. The weapons master had been watching her for days, penetrating eyes giving impression of wanting to penetrate its secrets. If James fed his suspicions respect, it would be easy to contaminate their leader. Unless you tell them the whole truth, impossible was in danger of being considered a spy, working for Beaton against Murray. - Do you have a tired expression. - Balfour stood up and held out her hand. - Come, let me accompany her to her quarters. By a whisker Maldie no reply, claiming to be perfectly capable of finding the way to his room, but he swallowed the words uneducated. Preferred to avoid the beginning of a discussion that would last indefinitely and escape the as before, the keen gaze of James. So he got up and let himself be led by Lord Murray through the hall filled, He was caught in a trap, a trap that prepared for you with their half-truths. There was one place in Donncoill where he could hide from the watchful James. And to make matters worse, it was enough Balfour approach for your treacherous heart to drag her into a whirlwind of sensations dangerous fazendoa forget common sense. The only place where it was found some privacy in bed in which to sleep spent from arrival to Donncoill. But, the bed was a Nigel corner of the room and thus remained near a Murray. Is tired

lying, keeping secrets. Balfour stopped before a door opposite to the quarters of Nigel and opened it, the eyes on Maldie. She was a very strange mood, a moment smiling and talkative, the other absorbed and preoccupied. No idea how to react to news which he had to transfer her to another room. Nigel no longer needed constant care. But this was not the reason by which it decided to take the brother's room, but the obvious interest in his young herbalist. He just hoped the girl did not suspect his true reasons, or would be insulted by considering their lack of confidence. - This is not my room - Maldie said, trying to get rid of the strong fingers holding her by the arm. - It is now. - Lord Murray pushed her inside and closed the door. - Nigel should not be left alone. And if you do something stupid? - My brother will not be alone. No longer do you need to watch the day and night. - So maybe the time has come for my departure. The idea that Balfour could agree vexed her, when common sense was screaming that this is the best solution for all their problems. Despite avoid lying, half-truths coming being required to sustain were becoming so complicated that risked be unmasked at any time. Balfour wanted and had no doubt that lacked the will to resist him for long. Nigel also wanted, and could resist him easily. But there was the possibility that, even unwilling, provoked frictions between the two brothers. James did not trust her. It would be wise to leave before any of these complications is enlarge and swallow. However, still there stop in the middle of the room, hoping that Balfour gave her a reason to stay in Donncoill. And, to his chagrin, he knew he would convince any reason to stay. - No, you should not go. Nigel still needs care. Both know that my brother is able to commit some folly in their eagerness to get out of bed

and resume routine. Still weak, he cannot run the risk of getting hurt again. Skills that were kept alive. For now I need those same skills will lead to full recovery and lead back to walk to safety as before. - And to wield the sword - Maldie completed, offering no resistance when Lord Murray picked her. - Yes, I realize that I want Nigel to my side when making attack Beaton. And able to wield the shield and sword. - The rider leaned over and kissed her lightly on the neck. - Eric needs his two brothers fighting to save it. - Eric is lucky for the family that fate gave him. Unable to control impulse Maldie laced by the neck and lifted his face, a silent request and Shameless by a kiss. But I did not care to seem bold. Had no desire Kisses Balfour, to sip your taste intoxicating. One kiss was enough to forget their problems and fears. One kiss was enough for your entire body throbbing and the blood boil in the veins. - Lips so beautiful, so tempting - he whispered, his voice low and husky vibrating with passion. However, while recognizing the desire in her eyes dark Balfour, Maldie felt him hesitate. Confused, did not know how to interpret this indecision. It was as if if he had closed in on itself, erected an invisible barrier to prevent it from approach. Balfour would have been tainted by suspicions of James? - I thought you wanted to kiss me. - Nervous and unsure, she struggled to show himself strong and quiet. - And I want to. - But you hesitate. I do not have rejected him, did not say "no." - Oh, I know. Your "yes" was very silent eloquent. - In caress full of tenderness, Balfour slid his fingers through his black hair and silky. - In Indeed, his call was so maddening mixture of innocence and sensuality,

I can barely contain myself. - And you still contains. - Because it's not just a kiss that will satisfy me. Neither those caresses exchanged last week, under the tower in the garden. I am no longer able to have patience for this game. No. Yes, I know I should have patience because you are innocent. But maybe I'm too weak. Or maybe I'm too hungry to think of another thing not satisfy my desire. - What are you talking about? Balfour held her delicate face in his hands, almost smiling at the expression of Maldie. In their naivety and inexperience, she did not seek to disguise the emotions the shaking, a mixture of irritation, nervousness and lots and lots of passion. - I'm trying to say that if you let me kiss you, if you let me touch her, not let get away from me this time. - Slowly, he brushed his soft lips with her, taunting her, teasing her. - If you let me kiss her, there will be protests sudden or sudden change of mind to stop me, because I know that, for inside, you shout "yes." I will have everything Maldie, or I will have nothing. - There is a little unfair? - She asked in a trembling whisper. - Yes It may be a little unfair and probably some honourable my part. But when the kiss, I fear that my desire devour my fault. Then the do you say? For a long moment stared Maldie convinced that it should be furious with that attitude of "all or nothing". But inwardly he understood what driven him to take that attitude. If Balfour had suffered half what she had suffered the give back to the passion, could not blame him. In fact, amazed with the patience he had. Dipping in the dark eyes, Maldie realized his patience too come to an end. Did not want to just dream about what the two could share in arms from one another. I wanted to know. If that happened, would prove a mistake, would deal with the consequences later.

- Yes - spoke softly, snuggling into his chest strong. Chapter IV Nervously Maldie observed Balfour lock the bedroom door. The tense expression and the brightness of the dark knight's eyes made it clear already be impossible to go back. Even if you change your mind at that exact moment, doubted that their protests would be heard. But nothing frightened her. As Balfour, was blind passion. And on behalf of that passion was preparing to surrender to the moment without measuring the consequences of which would be no guarantees about tomorrow. - Repeat what you said - Balfour asked in a hoarse whisper, taking her lap and depositing it on the bed. - Yes, I was sure that you had heard me the first time, or not dare to lock the door. - I listened, but I felt that you need to repeat, because I feared that in My anxiety had only imagined what I wanted to hear either. - If I had said "no", would not remain impassive while you locked the door. - Truth. - Hard desire and anticipation, Balfour tried to smile. - If I was thinking clearly, would not be unsure about what to listen or not. Are you sure? - Can I be a virgin body, my lord, but I know life. I lived in a cottage with my mother and an endless line of customers. - Noting piety manly face, she gently stroked. - No, do not feel sorry. Sometimes there remain many alternatives to a poor woman to support themselves and their children. My mother, noble origin, did not have many skills, or knowledge to the exercise of a profession. Sometimes I wonder if it would not be the greatest shame of those who never ever helped you reached out to help her get out of the mud. Only I'm telling you this so you do not question what is going to happen between us. I am fully aware of my choice. - Maldie enveloped in a suggestive look.

- Well, dear sir, I did not realize you had locked the door so we could talk. - No. But know this, thank your mother for having spared her that cruel fate. Maldie allowed the kiss Balfour shut the response that had come to lips. No, there was no reason to tell the whole ugly truth, to confess his mother had not sought to preserve their chastity. On the contrary. Suffice enter teens, for men trying to steal or buy her virginity. In certain occasions his mother had been so furious at his refusal to accept the offers that come to assaulting her physically. Such painful memories rather let the Balfour extinguish the ardour of his passion. - I wish I had the talent to revere her with pretty words - he murmured, undoing the laces of her dress. - It would be nice dominate the language of minstrels to cover her with compliments. - I do not need poetry or romantic songs. If the lines fail, talk with your body. Were her hands and her lips that dragged me here, not mere courtship. Like a starving man, Balfour devoured sensuous and fleshy lips. The Her words had gone mad with desire, because they both made it clear wanted with equal eagerness. Just asked the heavens to contain and move slowly to give you pleasure, not just pain, that first time. Delivered to eager kisses, Maldie closed his eyes as his fast hands and Experienced delivered them to the clothes. Then he opened them, noting that Balfour now undressed. Watching him strip away all the anxiety and shame initials. Almost could not contain the urge to touch it. The brown skin showed the outlines of muscular legs and strong arms. In broad chest there was no sign of hair, but one dark line just below the navel, stretched to become a thick tuft, which sprang virility. The vision of sex erect not scared, or caused it

repulsion. Strange to think now was attracted to something that has always provoked fear and loathing. The passion was really a fascinating thing, inexplicable. - I am very dark - Balfour murmured insecure, not knowing how interpret Maldie smile. - And I too thin - she replied, wincing as her naked bodies touched. - Slender - he corrected her, covering her breasts perky kisses. - I was wondering why you smiled. A man gets restless when a woman smiles to see him naked. Realizing that Balfour did not understand the real reason for his smile, Maldie chuckled. - I was amazed with myself before my reaction to her nakedness. Always considered swollen member as a weapon, ugly and menacing. But I discovered that I like admiring her sex drive. Apparently not only the passion dulls the senses, but also hinders the view. Lord Murray laughed, between relieved and elated. - Then I welcome you, huh? - Yes, very. - Maldie sighed with pleasure as the elegant fingers massaging her nipples with rhythmic movements. - Are not you scared? - No. Not a bit. - Losing your virginity will not be painless, although I will do my best to soften discomfort. - I know it will hurt, but I'm so excited I do not care. - When Balfour began to suck her nipples, Maldie arched her back, offering no reserves. - Yes, I'm too excited to care about any discomfort. Caresses became more urgent, the most voracious kisses until Maldie beg to be held. Crazy if that sweet agony had no end. In

single charge, Balfour penetrated, rapid and sudden pain causing her to scream and open eyes. Tense, the knight watched her intently, every muscle in his body tensed. - Why do you suddenly froze? - She asked shakily. - Because I prefer to wait for your pain to pass. - Pain? - Maldie sexy crossed legs around the hips of Lord Murray, trapping him. - I heard her scream. - Oh, that little noise for nothing stopped him? - Yes - For explain this poor innocent woman that she should issue for noise induce him to continue. - A moan of pleasure perhaps? - Balfour kissed her mouth hungrily. Maldie not have to strive to meet suggestion. I felt it was enough to start the move to be consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. His last thought coherent, before completely losing track of time and space, was that Balfour still holding back. Then an unexpected explosion. Moaning loudly, she experienced a feeling so absurdly intense, you think not being able to resist. Die of pleasure. Clinging to the strong shoulders, rejoiced when Balfour quivered and flooded her with his seed. During endless minutes, the two were left embraced, languid and satiated. Still ecstatic Maldie savoured the warmth emanating from manly figure, the touch gentlest of hands resting on his back. When Balfour rose, she rehearsed one protest, hating the impression of abandonment. Seeing him back there the moment, with a cloth shy, closed his eyes, and though embarrassed, enabled him bathe her. Finally, when Balfour made to lie down beside her, Maldie to his own regret, had geared to think clearly and realize the extent of the step just given. Silence Maldie began to afflict him. Dragged her to the bed and, using

of mutual physical attraction and irresistible, made-to surrender, perhaps more quickly than she would have wanted. However, it was not simple carnal passion that motivated. Despaired up by noting the obvious interest of the young Nigel wanted to mark it as its. I could never confess it to Maldie. Nor have the courage to admit that their honourable little plan had turned against him. Not only marked as his, but also marked out. Belonged to him now. Completely. The instant their bodies had joined, had known him. All the feelings that had fought to ignore, or deny, had confirmed. The revelation had hit him with the force of a thunderbolt. Not had time or conditions of dealing with the truth this time. Silence prolonged Maldie led him to believe that she, somehow divined the nature their feelings. - How you're? - He asked, scouring the serious face and delicate with the look. For an instant Maldie wondered what would happen if answering sincerely. If confess who loved him. Had known-the when their bodies merged. If passion not the three were dominated of shape so absolute, perhaps had fled the bedroom, fled of Donncoill. Balfour not asked her love, only passion. E outside what had tried convince yourself that also wanted and needed. Until if deliver. Would not blame Balfour at his own foolishness. Lie for herself and deny -if the face the truth. Now was too late to return ago. - I'm fine. You not continues worried about having me caused pain, is not? - No. Only the found very quiet. Dread that something to disturb. - There is nothing. I was just thinking how much my decision was definitive. Clear thats not told the point of find that, after tonight, would recover my virginity of a miraculous way. Does able say "no" going forward? - You can scream "not" how many times want. The fact there lost the virginity not mean it is obliged to undergo to advances of any man. - The idea of Maldie in the arms of another man infuriated him. With difficulty, he suffocated jealousy. - Never believed that the honour and innocence of a woman

were synonyms of virginity. Not only the opinion of Balfour surprised her, as the harsh tone of the voice. Not knew how or why, but something that had said irritated him. - His heart is generous, sir. But was not me referring to the possibility of come to follow the path misfit of my mother, and yes to the fact of having me tornado their lover. This cannot be easily undone. - You are repentant? - Balfour kissed her in shoulder and slid a hand to along the coasts satiny. - must, but not. - Slowly, Maldie the stroked in firm stomach, exulting to the perceive it shudder. Consoled-to noting not be alone in her vulnerability. - Always swore not committing the errors of my mother. When I try me blaming by that there was between us, cannot believe that is equal to what happened with her. Maybe I'm deceiving me, preferring not tackle my weaknesses ... It more comforting believe that not the I possess. - Learn that I share of this weakness. - That should make me feel least disturbed? - Maldie rehearsed a smile. - I could not think on something else to say able to help her if tranquilize. As talked before, also I feared repeat the mistakes of my father. And, as you, think what happened with us in nothing resembles to the attitudes irresponsible of our fathers. We two we fight against mutual desire, we strive to resist. My father never hesitated in take any woman he wanted. - My mother never hesitated to lie with any man, been for passion, or money. How we seem determined the delude us, let us call this short period in which repress our desire to ... - None was a short period. By heavens, seemed me years! + + - Two weeks are not exactly a long period. However we can us consoling, and relieve our doubts and fears, grabbing us to the idea that our parents never if would contain for so long. It is sad to see defects in those whom

we should honouring and reverence, do not you think? - It is almost impossible is unsighted character flaws when we stayed more old and, thanks to God, wiser. The wisdom allows us to if not understand, by least forgive sins of our fathers. The love I nutria by my father not decreased when I discovered their weaknesses. After all, he possessed numerous qualities besides of extreme ability to deal with the opposite sex. Seeing him smile when commenting the follies of the father, although it failed course repudiate the foolish behaviour, Maldie wished power feel so serene to the reminisce the errors of the mother. Unfortunately, how much more old got, the more sure had that his mother had committed serious deceptions. The Guilt feeling and impression of being disloyal, that used torment her when indulged in these moments of doubts, also were becoming weaker, and this saddened her. In recent months thinking in the mother only had brought him suffering and had incited questions for which still not find answers. Deciding suffocate the anguish, smiled. The passion lived in the arms of Balfour outside the only thing to allow her to forget of past pains. When if deliver experienced, the first time, inner peace. Its love for laird Murray had granted him the grace of put aside, still that by a brief period, the cold and bitter need for revenge. Self confident that would not have great difficulties to inspire you to give you a another sample of that passion blind, Maldie the stroked in base of the spine. - Perhaps you do not deva blaming his father by extreme skill with sex opposite - whispered, kissing him in the neck. - Seems me a hereditary trait. - Yes. - Balfour closed his eyes, savouring the pleasure the affection. - Many women usually praise the ability to Nigel as a lover. Although were a herbalist competent, Maldie knew yourself unable of curing some wounds. The comment of Balfour had revealed how much to fame brother's, of lover

extraordinary, had left him unsure as to own performance. Only he had the power of liberate themselves these ghosts produced by women idiots, impressed with physical beauty of Nigel. But would help you showing him, with words and acts, which only in his arms blazed of passion and that more nobody in the world possessed the capacity in driving them mad la of desire. - Not have the lowest interest in discovering if what say about his brother is truth. - Gazing-him fixedly, she brushed fingers over her intimacy rigid. Everything that precise and want is right here. I doubt help you find something sweeter, or stronger. De fact, more a bit and I would not survive. The intimate caress excited him both, which Balfour could barely reasoning. Sure that would soon lose control, laid her of coasts and sandwiched with the weight of body. Despite knowing that Maldie only teased, imagine her in the arms of Nigel infuriated him and terrified. - Yes - agreed, kissing her lightly on the cheek. - You not survive if slept with my brother. E not by excess pleasure. - By chance you're threatening me, sir? - She inquired, in the same tone seriously and playful. - No. Only the warning you. - Sighing background, he hugged her with strength. I fear that would be able to lose the head, and a man irrational may represent a danger to all that surround. - You would recover the reason before injure someone seriously. - You looks very secure than says. - E'm. De any form, no matter, because treats-if of a hypothesis absurd. You is a great fool, laird Murray, if cannot see that I the desire and to anyone more. The words of Maldie the salivate deeply, and Balfour was convinced that would lead some time to not question them. - You recognizes that is my?

- Yes,'m yours. You marked me, my sullen knight. - Good, because you also left its mark on me. - Brief the 2nd hesitation. - Do you still feel some discomfort? - No, my lord, no. - Seductive Maldie ensnared by the neck and lips parted. When Balfour kissed her, she gave herself to the sensations without thinking about tomorrow. The final confrontation with Beaton was soon to happen and would be forced to make decisions hard. Tell the truth to Lord Murray then? Try to wake him something more that carnal passion? The lord of Donncoill still wanting her, after knowing it daughter of his greatest enemy? So many unanswered questions. And only when you have answers unravel its dark secrets. Although he loved Balfour, she could not confess truth. Not yet. Just left you hide your feelings and accept that while Beaton was not defeated, sex was the only thing I could ask Balfour, or give. Would own your destination only when the promise fulfilled made to the mother. But the passion that united them was so intense, so glorious, that should suffice for now. Maldie sought to disguise the yawn, fearful that some of the guards saw her. No one would have doubts about the reason for his fatigue and would rather not be subjected to size embarrassment. Then smiles own foolishness. A week ago shared the bed Balfour and surely everybody knew. Besides knowing, seemed to have accepted it as lover of the lord of the castle without reservation and without convictions. In fact, beginning to think that the people of Donncoill was satisfied with the situation. Perhaps many Murray believed that Lord would ask her to marry to ensure heir. Quickly, Maldie away the tempting thoughts. If allowed dream, suffer even more when being forced out Donncoill and Balfour. From the wall, she watched the movement, the in-and out-of villagers and

merchants. Until a hunched figure, covered from head to toe with a cover brown, slipped through the huge gates. Although you cannot see the woman's face, instinct told him that it was Grizel. Needed to warn Balfour urgency. The infamous intended to pass new information Beaton. As if conjured, Lord Murray appeared at his side. - I was looking for - he whispered, kissing her neck. - I think I know why - Maldie returned, noticing the excitement of Knight when the bodies of both touched. - You're insatiable. - It's your fault. You let a hungry man. - I also feel the same for you. But we must postpone our pleasure by yet. - She pointed to the hooded creature who had to take the road. I think it would be good to follow it immediately. - Who is this woman and why should I follow it? - I know you can only see a lame person, however acrediteme, Grizel is preparing to betray him again. Still not entirely convinced, Lord Murray leaned over the parapet of wall. - Did you have visions? How can you be sure about the identity and intentions of a mere figure? - Every fibre of my being screams that this is Grizel, meeting the accomplices of Beaton. Please just follow it. If I'm right, you'll get the evidence necessary to accuse her and thus put an end to the betrayals. If I'm wrong, I give you permission to call me foolish. - Having your permission takes a bit of grace - Balfour joked, starting down the stone steps. - James and we'll look behind the cloaked figure. I just hope he does not ask me why spy a figure. James died of laugh if I confess to be acting on a hunch yours. Maldie smiled and then became very serious when he returned his gaze to Grizel. Era

imperative to put a stop to the intrigues that woman. Nobody had any idea of information she had already spent Beaton, able to put information in risk the lives of Balfour. Enough to think of the danger that Lord Murray was exposed Maldie have to urge to throttle the old herbalist with her own hands. Relieved, saw James Balfour and two other men get out of Donncoill in pursuit of villain. Would take advantage of the absence of the rider to rest a bit. Not slept for days the enough. - Now you will explain to me why we are behind a filthy creature and lame? - James questioned him, while the small group crept by dense forest that lined the road. - I think this is the person who provides information to Beaton - Balfour replied, pleased to see that they had been able to proceed without calling attention. - Thought you Grizel believed to be the traitor. - It is. - How to explain the reason that induced them to follow a shadowy figure? Could already hear the laughter. - That is Grizel. - How in God's name are you sure? Actually saw her masquerading with rags leaving Donncoill? - No. Before you continue distracting me with endless questions, know that was Maldie who warned me about the true identity of this figure and its criminal intent. - Oh, so young Kirkcaldy sent him chase Grizel after convenclo that the old herbalist hates the whole clan Murray. Angered by the mocking tone of the weapons master, Balfour frowned. - When Maldie opened my eyes as to Grizel, small details began to make sense. - Well, I will not disagree, but Grizel heard the girl say something suspicious? Something to indicate betrayal?

- No - admitted Balfour, motioning for the others remain hidden behind trees. - The village is behind us and there's nobody else in this clearing. Except Grizel. A scenario suspect. James rubbed his pointed chin, eyes fixed on Balfour. - I recognize your authority as my lord, but you're the boy I taught to ride. So feel free to ask him. Tell me exactly what was seen and heard. Explain to me why we are disassembled and stalking a person as if we were thieves. - Nothing was seen or heard - Balfour retorted impatiently. Maldie only knew that under this cover Grizel was about to betray us again. - She had a vision? - No, only a guess. Yes, I know that may sound silly. What's wrong with that? Or will witness the action a betrayal, or nothing will happen. Although I find it difficult believe Grizel, dirty and tattered, has come to this desert place to considerate with a lover. - Who can say otherwise? The passion leaves one blind and stupid. Deciding to ignore the veiled insult, Balfour was prayed Maldie right, so that was really Grizel, a step to reveal the traitor clan. Despite hating the idea that someone from their own people helped Beaton, this detestable situation was preferable to look like a complete idiot. Moving silently, the group moved to the vicinity of a stream. Sitting on a rock, free hood, Grizel exposed to the sun's features rude. - So the young Kirkcaldy was right about who was hiding under the hood James admitted, smiling. - Now we have yet to see evidence of treason. - I do not think we'll have to wait long - one of the soldiers intervened, one strong and silent type named Ian. - Either these are sent Beaton, or someone, finally decided to give out this filthy witch. Cautious, three men approached Grizel, whose expression did not reveal fear, or surprise, just the usual bad mood. Balfour immediately noticed the colours

Clan Beaton in the clothes of the unknown. Here was the proof he needed. - Do you plan to listen to the conversation before attacking? - Asked James. - Should I? - No. The identity of these men is obvious, as is the fact that Grizel know well. - Try to capture one of the bastards live - Balfour ordered, motioning to take place. - Maybe we can force him to reveal the size of the Grizel damage that caused us. Though he knew not yet possible to defeat Beaton or rescue Eric, Balfour did not intend to waste the chance to at least hurt the enemy and conquer a small victory. Annihilate the advantage that Beaton had obtained with the betrayal of Grizel to own clan. Everything happened so quickly that Balfour felt somewhat disappointed. Beaton's minions refused to surrender and in trying to escape from the trap which had been caught, were rapidly killed. Grizel not cracked a single gesture to save. Merely follow the brief fight hatred exuding from every pore. When the last enemy was destroyed, Balfour asked if she, in a burst of self-preservation, deny the charges. - Then the mighty lord of Donncoill have nothing better to do than peeking old? - You proved guilty of a serious crime. To speak with a little more humility, perhaps even expressing any regret, would suit him. - Repentance? - Grizel spat on the ground, full of contempt. - I have no no regrets.

- You betrayed your clan. Launched in the mud the name of his family and this will be a spot from which their relatives are not easily rid. - I do not care a damn with my relatives. All passed their little lives

miserable working for you and your family. When I told them about how his father embarrassed me and begged fight for my honour, refused. Let them now save themselves alone, like I survived. - You did not save your fool - James said. - You did not do anything but put a rope around the neck. And all because a man took her to bed one once and not repeated the experiment? You had a place of honour among us and chose us backstab? - Place of honour? Grizel laughed bitterly. - Are you referring to the post that Our Lord put in his old discarded prostitute? What a great honour to have that tackle any disease plaguing Donncoill. What a great honour to be obliged to wipe noses and buttocks of patients. One good thing I gained from this function obnoxious. I could be closer to his father, Balfour. Yes, you fools, put the life of the old lord in my hands and allowed me to do what I pleased. - You killed him - Balfour muttered, shock stealing her force of voice. - Yes, right before everyone's eyes. Day after day drained the blood that Bastard did not give up a single drop left over. And now handed her beloved son illegitimate the greatest enemy of Murray. - Grizel straightened his shoulders when Balfour drew his sword. - No - James interjected, holding the knight's arm and preventing it from strike the blow. - That's what she wants. A quick and clean death by the sword is always preferable to the gallows. - She killed my father. I thought it was God's will, or worse, the sad result of the incompetence of this damn. But it is murder. And we watched the slow murder without knowing it. - Balfour turned back, sheathing his sword slowly. If I continued listening to, or watching her, eventually killing it. - I cannot stand have her near me. Take her to the castle and keep the prey - ordered his soldiers, rejecting the strides. Lord Murray drew on the long journey back to try to Donncoill

calm. Need to have hatred under control when put Grizel relatives of the pair of situation and when sentence. Could not fulfil any of these duties well if allowed the cholera, although justifiable to subdue. Of course no one condemn themselves succumbing to hatred, but the best would be to show calm and rational manner, particularly because the penalty would be death Grizel. The domain of emotions inspire more respect to its people than an insane rage. Upon entering the castle, Balfour went to the quarters Maldie, praying find her alone. Needed to see her, hug her, satisfy the strong desire that the abruptly had devastated. Instinct told him that only Maldie help him regain control of himself. Strange to think that the only person able to awaken your passion so wild, the same was able to give back to sanity. Maldie woke to the sound of the door being opened. Sitting up in bed, looked Balfour, whose expression, a mixture of melancholy and deep hatred, startled her. For a terrible moment wondered if it would not be the cause of this anger, but soon banished the fear unreasonable. After all, Lord Murray not been away long enough to discover a their secrets. No doubt this was something related to Grizel. That figure stealth and cloaked had proved, finally, the vile traitor. He was relieved to see there is no wrong in their assumptions, but it hurt him to witness the anguish of soul Balfour treason against undeserved. - I'm sorry - spoke softly, taking the rough hands in his. - Why? You were right. - Yes, I guessed the secret of Grizel. It saddens me you have experienced bitter taste of betrayal, it did nothing to earn it. Staring at her, Balfour kissed the palm of one hand. - Your grief touches me and comforted, but that is not what I seek now. Noting green eyes look even bigger, hastened to explain: - I know not is very flattering, but I need to clear my mind and think loving it'll get

think clearly. Laughing, Maldie pulled him to bed. - I understand. First comes the passion that robs us of the ability to reason. Then, in the languor after the rapture, when the body is satiated, we recover the senses and thoughts are directed. - Kissing him lightly on the lips, whispered: Just do not make this the only reason to seek my bed, or I'll start feel little more than an object. - Such a thing will never happen. Indulging the ravenous kiss, Maldie thought Balfour said only those words because they do not know actually. When you know the whole truth, never back to your bed. Feel betrayed and would Donncoill and out of your life. The fear that it could happen soon kindled further desire. Mal both finished undressing, Balfour Maldie pushed against the mattress and stood on his muscular body. Slowly, he began to caress his chest and cover it with wet kisses. Fearful that was maddening caress interrupted, he remained motionless, unable to articulate a single sound. Shivering violently, Balfour struggled to contain himself. Sure burst of pleasure, pulled her by the arms and loved her in a single thrust. Clutch at each other like shipwrecked in the storm, both reached the climax, the mouths glued preventing them screaming in the throes of carnal passion. Exhausted, robbed of all energy, let yourself be embraced, savouring the peace of silence. When, finally, Balfour could think clearly, his not first thoughts revolved tome Grizel, Beaton or betrayals. Maldie just love him in a way that few women know, in a way that never before had suggested. Remember that she was a virgin when she had lain together for the first time just served to quell the growing unrest. After all, that kind of caress not take a woman's virginity. - How do you know what to do? - Asked, hating himself for feeling

compelled to ask such a question. Unfazed, Maldie sighed, realizing the blame on his face manly. Maybe I should feel insulted by some chivalrous thoughts that certainly now passed head to Lord Murray. But he was not offended. Just love it in a bold, practiced only by experienced women. Clear that Balfour was intrigued, because he considered innocent. Just feel affronted if he did not believe his explanation, because you say the purest truth. - I could not unwind your mind, as you wished? - Questioned him, smooth. - Well, yes ... but ... - Confused, he saw her smile at his embarrassment. - My mother told me that men like caresses. She was wrong? For a moment nothing Balfour replied, shocked, angry with mother Maldie. And bitter to glimpse details of a tragic chapter in the life of woman now clutched in his arms. - No, your mother was not wrong, but wrong to tell these things. By chance she was trying ... - Lord Murray paused, unsure how elaborate the question without giving the impression of being insulting mother Maldie. - Trying to make me a whore? - She added, smiling sadly. - Sometimes I think so. I could have made money during few years, until my beauty and youth would be dispelled. Sometimes I think my mother knew no other issues on which to talk, except men and how satisfy them to earn enough money. - Maldie snuggled up to his chest strong. But let's talk about what made him so angry. - I'm afraid to admit having lost the chance to call her silly. - Although knew still full of anger, Balfour had no doubt he could control himself Now. - As you said, the figure was even tattered Grizel going to lie three sent Beaton. Unfortunately the damn refused to be captured

alive. This small victory would have been a little sweeter if I had had a chance to start some secrets about my enemy. - Grizel still alive? - Yes, and do not tell anything. If you know any secret about Beaton, will take to the grave just to defy me. The infamous not even tried to save during confrontation. Remained impassive as he tossed the naked truth in our guys. - If you prefer to die hanged to beg forgiveness, her hatred for you is still stronger than I had imagined. - Oh, yes, very strong. So strong that led him to commit murder. - Are you sure? - Yes Grizel confessed. Do you remember when I told him about as she made constant use of leeches to treat various types of diseases in Donncoill? Maldie shuddered in horror at the thought had just occurred to him. - You said suspect that this practice had hastened the death of his father. - More than rushed. Grizel boasted of having used the position herbalist to assassinate my father slowly before our eyes. That creature vile bled the last drop. Longed to kill her, but James stopped me. - Balfour smiled wistfully. - I drew my sword against a bitter old woman. - There's nothing to be ashamed of. Grizel murdered his father and so perfidious merciless. - Maldie kissed him lightly on the cheek, wanting to be able to help you overcome suffering. - And you did not kill her. James could not have stopped it, if it was decided to run it. Do not beat yourself up for what he almost done. Think about the attitudes that must take now. - I need to tell Nigel and then explain the situation to relatives Grizel. But rather stay here. - He hugged surprised how simple the proximity of their bodies infused him calm.

- If you wait too long to talk to Nigel and the Family Grizel, they hear of others. News is not so serious are kept secret for a long time. Probably the rumours have spread through the castle. Nigel has to listen to truth of his mouth and not discover it through the grapevine. - I know. - Cursing softly, Balfour rose and began to dress. - I pray to be able to control my anger, or just hate my inflame brother. Coiling the sheet, Maldie sat on the edge of the bed. - Should I wait for you here, my lord? - Joked happy to see him laugh. At least for briefly been able to banish the immense sadness of dark eyes. Lord Murray kissed her and walked to the door. - It is a very tempting offer, girl, and wanted to accept it. I think Nigel require their care after I tell you this story macabre. He will so out of it as I was to discover the truth. - Sure. Hate can make you very agitated and weaken it. When finished talking with his brother, knock on my door and I will serve you. Alone in the room, Maldie leaned back in bed, thoughts running over. More a work of Beaton. He had used the fury of an old Balfour to hurt and resentful kidnap a boy. The murder of the father of Balfour might not have been taken cable in order of Beaton, but the bastard surely rejoice and to award the killer. Beaton deserved to pay for his crimes. The only question was who would destroy it first. She or Balfour?

Chapter V

Although wine nothing would serve to calm him, Balfour refilled his cup to the brim. Tense, looked around. The great hall was almost empty, although be lunchtime. He only hoped that the absence of his people was due to a lack of Appetite widespread, and not just because judging and hanging a clan member.

Dejected, sipped the wine slowly, his thoughts fixed on events Recent. Grizel had not shown the slightest regret during the brief trial and the cursed, and his family, until the last moment, when the noose quebraralhe neck. Balfour still did not know what the most afflicted, hate unwavering that woman, or the fact that there carried out her first hanging. Death of Grizel not caused him any satisfaction. Nor was proud to have been thanks to condemn it to the maximum penalty. - Cheer up, lad - James said, sitting beside her. - You took the attitudes necessary. The damn confessed the crimes and showed no repentance. You could even forgive her for the betrayal, but never for the murder of old gentleman Donncoill. - I know. Grizel did not give my father a quick death, or honourable. So it was fitting that he died the same way ignoble. But not me hangings please. It cost me fulfil that duty. Actually, I'm furious that witch have forced me to do so. - Maybe it was the ultimate act of revenge Grizel. - Yes, maybe. - Balfour smiled wearily. - Today we live in a hard day, but with some compensation. We identify our traitor, the judge and hang high. - Yes, the instinct of young Kirkcaldy proved more accurate than ours. - I think it will take a long time to get rid of the guilt for the death of my father. - Guilt? Why would you feel guilty? - Because stood aside, watching this woman assassinate him. Just me transforming an accomplice to the crime. - Nonsense - James replied firmly. - Grizel was the herbalist clan. His own father chose to function. - But I felt uneasy about the way he was being treated. Many thought the bloodletting weakened instead of strengthening it. Still, there interfered. Should have occurred to me that a rejected lover not serve to help you

regain health. - His father was acutely aware of the whole situation and wished to surrender Grizel care. I know that my words will not alleviate his guilt, but believe me when I say that you are not responsible for the death of the old lord. None of us are, There was no reason to suspect a former resident Donncoill. Although I agree with the argument of his friend, Balfour knew not free easily accountability. It was hard to accept that could have saved his father and done nothing. And Eric would not be suffering at the hands of Beaton, had paid more attention to the people around you. Grizel had betrayed them for years. Grieved him think never noticed signs of disloyalty. If there had been a little more alert ... Impossible change the past and correct your mistakes. Left him not make commit them. - Well, at least now we have proof that Maldie is not our enemy said, helping himself to bread and cheese. - Is it? - James whispered back, spread a generous layer honey on a slice of bread. - Yes, it was she who revealed the identity of the traitor. - Indeed. - Grizel Beaton was working for. If Maldie do the same, not in deliver one of the spies. - Why not? - James Balfour stared blankly. - There is no way best to induce the enemy to consider him an ally. - No, I cannot believe it. - You do not even want to think about that possibility and, believe me, I understand it. But we have just seen what can happen if we do not pay much attention to all that surround us. Grizel, born and raised between Murray, the lord of his murdered own clan, but to pass vital information to our worst enemy. - And Maldie even belong to our clan. - Yes Do not know who she really is. Despite their

Kirkcaldy, we have no evidence that has kinship with that family. The young Nor has revealed the name of the father. Cursing under his breath, Balfour pushed the plate away, appetite lost. Prefer not to listen to James, but the shadow of suspicion lingered in the air. The Maldie idea come to betray him cut his soul. If you were only risking your life, not endeavour to discover the truth. Move on in complete ignorance. However, if allowed to catch him in a trap, many of his clan succumb to his side. - I'm just asking you to be careful - James insisted seriously. - Yes, Maldie is a pretty girl, delicate, lovely. Grizel, his irascible temperament and obnoxious personality, managed to deceive us. How much easier it would be for a beautiful herbalist lead us to our own destruction? - You, however, found no evidence to convict her. - Yes, I know. Maldie says little about himself. Emerged suddenly from among nothing, and came into our lives. It is enough to inspire caution. - She knows a lot about Beaton and Dubhlinn, I admit. And, there is a detail interesting. If Maldie plans to betray us, for which we provide information on our enemy? - Perhaps to fool us. It is not possible to ascertain the veracity of she says. We have heard from our man in Dubhlinn for some time and even know if he's still alive. Did the information Maldie in Kirkcaldy help save Eric Beaton and defeat? And if we are being lured into a trap armed by Beaton? - Why Maldie save the life of Nigel? - To put you in debt and earn your trust? - Why did she sleep with me? - You do not need me to explain how a woman can use the feminine attributes to make a man blind and stupid.

- Maldie was a virgin - Balfour spoke softly, not wanting anyone more in the listening room. - I saw the blood on the sheet when deflower. - There are ways for a woman to pretend innocent. Balfour rose sharply, ending the discussion. Still shaken the discovery of crimes and Grizel for having her sentenced to hang. The last thing he needed now was to be convinced that Maldie also betray. - Enough James. You are right when you try to open my eyes. After all, my blindness allowed Grizel stabbed in the back. But, at the moment, I do not meeting conditions to take the matter further. Later resume the issue. - Lord Murray walked a few feet and turned to the master of weapons. I give you permission to intervene if you notice that I started making a fool of yourself. Many could lose their lives if I was forced to learn a hard lesson about disloyalty. As he headed to his brother's quarters, Balfour struggled unsuccessfully to delete the words of James's mind. The bitter betrayal Grizel had left insecure about their own ability to judge people. Just because instinct told Maldie said that was not a spy Beaton, this does not mean he was right. Spent years and years without suspecting Grizel. Upon entering the room, tried to smile Welcome to the beautiful herbalist. - I will make the company now Nigel. Go eat something. Seeing her leave, Balfour took a deep breath, his heart pounding. Needed to consider James notices a bit more before getting alone with Maldie as feared betraying her suspicions. Even if you were dealing with a spy, rather pluck you some useful information before you unmask it. - That woman is dead? - Asked Nigel. - Yes Grizel went to the gallows as grumpy and despicable as he lived. - I wish I had had the strength to watch the hanging.

- No, you gain nothing seeing it die. As for me, I do not feel have avenged the death of our father because my guilt surpasses the satisfaction of have identified the killer. After all, Grizel was just an old bitter, a lover repudiated. Although it has caused us very badly, hang her not change the past. - It is true. At least dead, damn cannot hurt us or help Beaton. - Nigel paused, his eyes fixed on his brother. -Are you with this worried just because it is considered guilty, or is there another reason? - I could have prevented what happened to our father. - As you seem determined to carry the burden of guilt, I do not think be able to convince him otherwise. By the way, still waiting for an answer to my question. Appearing tired, Balfour ran his hands through his hair dark. - It seems that, from now on, anyone became suspicious of treason. - Anyone Maldie mean? - Do you trust her? - Yes, very. Under no circumstances the judge traitor. You know me well and you can imagine how I feel now that you have become lovers. - She told you? - No. Not a word. I'm not foolish enough to not understand why young herbalist stopped sleeping here. You act quickly, brother. - I do not understand this reluctance to suspect Maldie - the Balfour pressed, ignoring the comment. - And better not get into personal issues. The voice cold and harsh surprised him. Yes, better be careful with the way the conversation. Evidently Nigel was jealous and did not want to hear about your romantic involvement with Maldie. He himself preferred not to know the true nature of his brother's feelings for one woman who had rejected him.

- James believes Maldie should be monitored? - Nigel asked. - Yes, because it is a stranger. - Not for you. - A hand gesture silenced Balfour. - It is obvious that James suspects something. Assign it to spy on her, because I do not will pay to such a role. I'm finding it hard to accept that I do not just make a sign to have any woman I wish my feet. So I would at least consider myself a subject impartial, unable to let jealousy taint my reasoning. I owe my life that girl and I will not return with distrust. - Neither do I. - We both know you do not. But you are the boss of this clan and many lives depend on their attitudes. - Nigel paused, reconsidering the decision moments above. - It is clear that you want to talk about it. Well, I refuse to allow a young woman with green eyes come between us. Talk about what is necessary. Just do not tell me how it has enjoyed the intimacy of our beautiful guest. Focus on what you need to say and I will be the defender of Maldie. After all that did for me, it's just that I argue in its favor. - James says she saved his life to win our trust. - Never thought James had a heart as hard. And yes, it is possible that he is right. The reason Maldie saved my life does not matter. Continue indebted. - She never speaks of himself - said Balfour, filling two glasses of cider. Only small details over the years with his mother. - Because he had a sad life. You might want to forget the past. - Truth. But it is strange to know so much about Dubhlinn. - Maldie spent some time in the castle and is an observer. - You're a good defender. For several minutes the two kept the plan. Balfour enumerating things that might seem suspicious and Nigel explaining why considered innocuous.

Naturally Balfour avoided any mention of the fact of having it taken to lover. Finally, restless, rose. - Just. We're going in circles. All that Maldie says or does can be interpreted innocent or not. I do not want to judge her badly, but I need face, reality. I have to put aside what I feel what I assume to be true, to act in an impartial manner. - The curse of being the head of the clan - Nigel murmured compassionate. - Only I have a request to make to you. Seeing his brother hesitation Balfour pressed. - I cannot meet your request, if you do not know. - If it is proven that Maldie informant Beaton, what will you do with it? Imagine her guilty, imagine being forced to punish her the anguish so that Balfour cursed his own cowardice. - I do not know. Do not hang him if that's what ails you. We Maldie his life and probably many others wounded, returning us to that Dubhlinn day. What will I do with it, do not know yet. - Actually I should not have bothered to ask you, because you never be able to hurt her. I do not think anyone here would hurt Maldie or even James. - No, not even James. If proven Maldie is helping Beaton all that will do is keep her prisoner until this war is over. - I hope you do not find any evidence. - Me too. Or I'll have a lot of work trying to convince you to believe in Me. Nigel's laughter accompanied hallway outside. Oh, how she hated to think that you fit Maldie watch, observe it, weigh and measure each of your words. Preferred switch places with his brother and play the role of defender. Preferred to leave everything in capable hands of James, as he had done earlier. Unfortunately I could not.

Being lord of Donncoill never ignore their responsibilities, never run away to duty. At least there were a few reasons not to abandon caution. In consideration to the feelings of Nigel, had not revealed what worried of fact: Maldie extreme skill as a lover. His brother was perhaps the person with the most experience in the subject throughout the castle and would be able to help you deal with question. Maldie, passionate, fiery, seemed to lack the inhibitions of a typical virgin. Most disturbing was the way she had loved hours ago. The explanations were perfectly consistent and believe what he had heard. However, distrust the disquieted. It was almost easier to believe that Maldie been sent to Donncoill to seduce him, than to think that a mother would be able to teach her daughter intimate details of how to please a man. To enter the premises who had come to share with the young herbalist at last week, Balfour struggled to return the smile of welcome, wondering if his doubts were not the result of doubts that fed on itself, on its ability to attract a beautiful woman and keep her interested. Never had someone Maldie as sharing his bed, someone besides beautiful and impetuous, remained indifferent to the attacks of seductive Nigel. - You seem quite concerned - she spoke softly, reaching out and pulling it towards him. - Hangings never pleased me. A person condemned to the gallows and watch compliance with the judgment. Lacing his neck, Maldie did lie down on the bed and kissed him on the cheek. - There was no alternative. How Lord of Donncoill, it is your duty to observe the law. What if freed a traitor and murderer? What you people think? You do not have the stomach for harsh punishments and each one is free to do whatever they want without fear of the consequences. Believe me, he had no choice. You not only punished by Grizel horrible crimes, but to make it clear that

the law must be respected. - Yes, it's true. I could not allow a criminal to escape punishment, not because of their sex, or age. - Perhaps what bothers so there is an elderly woman sentenced to Death. - Maybe. I think I shall pay more attention to women who surround me. Obviously can be as dangerous as any man. Occupied in delivering them the tunic Maldie felt taken by sudden restlessness. Knew that Balfour was not referring to her, that her guilt made her think so. After all, he had to deal with Grizel, with lies and betrayal that out victim, with his father's murder. Should not fear being discovered, because nobody knew his real identity. Not even Beaton. For a moment considered the idea of explaining everything to Balfour. The need for measuring each word, the constant fear of being unmasked before it was ready to tell the truth were going crazy. Then the voice of reason spoke up. Needed to fulfil the promise made to a dying or had no honour. When Balfour knew the truth, would probably lose the chance to take their revenge until the end. - The pain caused by what you discovered today and so was forced to make will. And if the events contributed to make it more cautious, the balance was positive. - It is true. - Kissing behind the ear, Balfour murmured: - There is much work I should be doing now. - Ah, you neglect your duties. - I believe deserve one or two moments of pleasure. - Just a moment or two? Laughing, he kissed her hungrily. Maldie corresponded with equal ardour, wondering if this wish would go away one day. I would say yes, because if it were

Thank you from Donncoill, I would not spend the rest of his life pining for a Man unattainable. Soon the experienced hands roamed every inch of her body, dragging it a dizzying whirlwind of sensations. Holding her firmly by the hips, the Balfour kissed her inner thighs and then slowly slid his tongue into the closest point of her femininity. The shock made her want to get away, escape bold caress, but he prevented her from moving, insisting the pressure hallucinating. Crazed desire Maldie surrendered to pleasure more intense than ever known. Knowing the verge of climax, tried to pull it towards him. Ignoring her, Balfour continued to kiss her, to throw her into a pleasure devastating. Yet redone the delirious ecstasy Maldie was loved and invested in one, to his own astonishment, found again climbing the rungs of passion. Came to be frightening ease with Balfour that excited her. Together, the two reached a climax, the cries hoarse merging into one. Exhausted, hugged, blessing the silence and stillness of the room. The extent to which his mind clarify, the embarrassment of Maldie earned sharp contours. Despite his sexual inexperience, had some knowledge Theoretical and had heard that boldly loving. The caress had provided a pleasure so extreme that now wondered if it would not have inherited the tendencies of the mother, if she had the soul of a prostitute. Because, no doubt, when the passion dominated, losing all sense of modesty. - Do not you worry, girl. - Suit, Balfour kissed her on the nose. - This is not something caress prostitute. Unsure how to react to the natural way as he seemed to guess his thoughts, Maldie frowned. - It is not always easy to know what is or is not, something a whore. - Truth. - Lord Murray stood up and began to dress, smiling to see her cover yourself with a blanket. - There are those who consider any statement

of physical desire, and a mating quick and impersonal, like something a prostitute, while others believe that between four walls, any kind of caress and to give receive pleasure is acceptable. As for me, I believe in a middle ground. Is it clear now? - Oh, yes, very clear. - What we share is a passion rare - he said, seriously - and I confess to be more than eager to dare. But you need to tell me when I do something that does not he pleases. I would never submit to practices that will cause aversion. Blushing, Maldie looked down, unable to look at him. - Yes, I will warn you. Just remember that it was my mother and be patient with my insecurities, asked in a small voice. - Sometimes I fear for liking much of what we do together I have, running through my veins, blood whore. - Prostitutes usually do not appreciate anything except the money that the customer pays them. Not feel passion turns into whore. It is how we deal with our emotions, and the way we use it that defines who we are. His words comforted, but there was something indefinable in the tone of voice deep. Looking to convince himself that he was imagining things, because he felt embarrassed, changed the subject. - Go take care of your duties now, before the people to think that Donncoill lock in my room. - For I am even tempted to stay here indefinitely. Not confess be excited to see people. There is a disturbing stillness in the castle, since hanging. - Of course. Few appreciate as lurid spectacles. Believe me, all are slaughtered because a resident Donncoill committed a heinous crime, betraying own clan. Realizing the wisdom of the argument, Balfour nodded. When leaving the room, felt a little more confident at the prospect of facing his people. Only wished it was also possible to recover the trust, since the first

currently deposited in Maldie. Just imagine her capable of betraying him, felt a terrible pain and that the irritated. As a naive teenager, succumbed to the allure of beautiful herbalist. A smile was enough to run to meet him. Embarrassed him not having control over you. Feared that others would notice. However, a passion so powerful, so sweet, justified any possible embarrassment. Too late to contain up to close the heart and open your eyes. Despite the subdued feelings, it was time to face the truth, however hard it was. Maldie was a woman of many secrets. Cabialhe, as head of the clan, recognizing the danger and act. If she is a spy to reveal Beaton, Donncoill pay a high price for the irresponsibility of their lord. James seemed to be everywhere at once and cursed Maldie softly as she ran to the living quarters of Nigel. In the last two days from the death of Grizel, little Balfour turn, except at night when they slept together. But James did not go out of their way. The weapons master seemed to watch her all the time. Whatever tried to convince himself that he knew nothing, that could never suspect true nature of his secrets, I was afraid. Each time they met, had the feeling of being accused silently to spy and traitor. Although struggled to believe that it was all the result of your imagination wildly, fears grew. - Do you have a worried expression - Nigel commented, sitting in bed. - No, it's just tired. - Maldie forced himself to smile when passing an arm around the waist of the rider to help him up. - There is much to do in the castle Grizel now that is gone. Despite missing her competence as a herbalist, she attended patients, allowing me to take care of you. Now all I seek. - There is no one able to help her? - Yet. There is a woman who has shown interest in the subject.

Surely you can become the next herbalist of Donncoill, with some training. Nigel shook the stiffness of the leg causing him pain when walking. - It takes years to develop skills in the art of healing? - Yes, but in a relatively short period, you can learn the basics treat minor problems. Grizel did, though not liked or wanted perform the function. This woman has talent and kindness that lacked the Grizel. You'll have to find someone with more free time than me to finish training her. Well, we never stop learning. There is always something new to learn about this craft. - When you plan to leave us? - When you're right - she replied vaguely. - And where will it go? - Nigel stumbled and would have fallen if the firm hands of Maldie not sustain. - I'll find my relatives. - Your answers just clarify. There's not much more to say. Leave when you are fully recovered because my job here will be over. So I will continue to seek my relatives. - Maldie reappointed to the bed. - I believe that just an hour. Ever exercised enough. - But only gave a few turns around the room - he protested, using the tip of sheet to dry the sweat from his face pale. - Yes, for the fourth time today. Yesterday you only exercised three times. Her legs began to tremble now due to the exhaustion of the muscles. - Maldie served him a glass of cider. - A sign that is perhaps too early to walk often. We will more carefully. Not worth increasing the exercise load if you just weakened. We would be destroying the progress achieved. - According - Nigel replied without hesitation, looking at her with redoubled attention. - What if you tell me now the real reason for your concern?

- I told you - Uncomfortable Maldie looked away. - No. You told me that the residents of the Donncoill have kept busy tending their wounds and giving him potions to its many ills. I know it's true, but this is not the reason for his concern. Is Balfour who is causing problems? During brief seconds Maldie remained silent, reluctant about what reply. - Perhaps the vanity has blinded me, but I never thought that you would like to hear about me and Balfour. - Vanity not blinded. Never discuss the details of this issue, although I believe the castle there is nobody who cannot imagine how I feel. On However, know that you and my brother are not happy I may provide some satisfaction. -Leaving a playful tone, the knight continued: - I am worried you be alone here. Has almost no one to talk to, and Balfour. During many months, you will not have time or opportunity to gain new friends. Not to bring Eric home and kill Beaton. All are consumed by urgency of defeating Eric Beaton and rescue. And you is forced to spend several hours the day taking care of me. - I do not care. Heal the sick is usually a slow process, requiring dedication and patience. It is my duty as a herbalist help you. - What flattering! - He returned, amused to see her blush. - Listen, if you feel the need to talk, to tell things that would rather not tell my brother, or just complain, I am at your disposal. After all his dedication to me, the least I can do in return is to offer you a shoulder. I will be those who hear his words without judging it. Also do not repeat what I hear, except with its license. A tempting offer. Maldie longed to have someone to talk freely and saddened it cannot explain everything that was going on inside the

Balfour. Nor would open with Nigel. There were certain things that, at least for now, could not tell anyone. If perhaps there was a little chance to come along to have a future of Balfour, this future would be seriously threatened if Balfour discovered that instead you choose it as a confidant, she had given preference to Nigel. Nigel would not put that uncomfortable position, forcing him to listen to his whining, or their insecurities regarding the lord of Donncoill. - You are very kind, sir, but it will be better for everyone if I refuse your generous offer. If there are things I cannot argue with Balfour, my lover, so do not think that should appeal to the brother. If you discover that Balfour told what you did not confided, afraid he would be hurt, and pride wounded. You would end up occupying an uncomfortable position between us, I assure you. Maybe you even was forced to hide my secrets from his brother and clan chief. This should never happen, especially now, when you prepare to face a deadly enemy. - I hate to see her upset. After all that's done, you deserve peace and tranquillity. - It will take long until I can enjoy a bit of peace. Now rest. Send Jennie come keep him company. Gain peace of mind, live in peace, a dream that Maldie longed accomplish. Needed to escape from there, he thought, quickly leaving the room. If succumbed to sympathy in her eyes sympathetic rider risked further increase their difficulties. Although not doubt that Nigel really wanted to help her, there was nothing he could do. And would have an moment's rest if overburden with problems that did not belong. Mal closed the door, noticed Maldie James at one end of the corridor. His first impulse was to return to room Nigel and claim what he believed be a veiled persecution. On second thought, decided to swallow his pride and move on

front. Why play against Nigel the man whom he and Balfour, considered one second father? In fact, James even had reason to look at it with suspicion and watch her closely. While I understand the reasons behind the behaviour of the master weapons, irritated her feel constantly observed. Rather than head for the kitchen, as intended to, Maldie took the path of courtyard, the only place where James thought unnecessary spying on her because of the large movement of people. No rush, wandered by, enjoying the routine Donncoill. The stables manicured always called her attention, as well as the ability of the various artisans in their tents, busy with his craft. However, even with the distracting her surroundings, his heart was still heavy. - Why apprehensive expression? - Balfour asked, appearing beside you suddenly. - I scare you? Maldie deep breath, trying to calm herself. One of the reasons why the sudden onset of Balfour used to upset her so much was because of his conscience heavy for not being absolutely sincere. Deep down, afraid to betray themselves, saying or do something to denounce his plans and his true identity. Understood the need to control their reactions, or eventually causing more suspicions. Surely James Balfour was advising not to rely on it in circumstances. It would be best to avoid giving the weapons master more reasons to try it unworthy of credit. - You should make noise when approaching people, my lord. - There are situations that make noise could mean my death. - I understand, but I'm not your enemy. - No, of course not. Repairing the penetrating gaze of the young herbalist, Balfour cursed himself for not being able to disguise the growing doubts. Sometimes almost reached want Maldie with words or actions, end up proving to be a traitor because

thus feel themselves absolved from terrible guilt that consumed him. The uncertainty was the martyring. The suspect cut her soul. Grieved him imagine it alongside their distrust. If Maldie was innocent, it was hurting a cruel way. But if worked for Beaton, seduced him with the sole purpose of undermining their strengths and subdue him. She loved it and it terrified him. Longed to confess his feelings, but he feared she takes advantage of his weakness. Maldie prayed that was not on the side Beaton then asked the heavens to confess that a spy. He wanted her away from Donncoill and was terrified at the possibility of seeing her go. Was so divided by conflicting emotions that he feared going mad. The final confrontation with Beaton needed to happen as soon as possible or lose sanity and ability to lead his men. - How are the plans for the battle? - She asked, when crossing the garden gates. - Hardly hear comments regarding although suppose are advanced. - You have been busy with Nigel, striving to help you if fully recover. - Sometimes I wonder why you did not question me about Dubhlinn. Did you ever got all the necessary information? Lord Murray leaned against one of the walls of the unfinished tower. - Yes, I have got important information through them. However, there are other ways to find out what we want without dragging it to the middle planning of a battle. - I do not care - Tense Maldie fought not to show the hurt and fear. - I'd like to help you as much as you can. - You help me take care of Nigel. Do not fret dear. We have eyes and listen to our service. - So you got news man infiltrated Dubhlinn?

- Come on. - Balfour took her in his arms. - Hardly have been alone the past two days. You really want to waste our time together talking about battles and spies? For a moment Maldie wondered what would happen if you answered "yes". After all, Lord Murray tried to avoid any issue related to Beaton, the battle nearby to rescue Eric. His evasive answers made it clear that it was not only James who considered untrustworthy. Common sense sent her away, flee far away. It would be crazy to love who considered an enemy. Each caress exchanged would harm her soul as hot iron. However, it was enough to snuggle up strong chest for pride fall by earth. Understood the anguish of Balfour. So divided as to be itself, the noble Knight is hated by suspected food. But despite insecure, continued lustfully. James has not been able to infect you with their ideas fully of treason. She and Balfour not only resembled the fiery passion that harboured one another, as well as in their concerns. Impossible to guess whether Balfour ultimately yielding to passion, or to doubt. Maldie decided to take the risk and surrender in the hands of fate. Probably would soon be separated, or the distrust of James, or the truth. I'd rather not waste another second. -We will not have much privacy here - spoke softly, wincing when kissed on the neck. - It is the perfect place for we watch the setting sun - it quieted Balfour, starting to undress her. - Is that what you're planning to do? - In a sudden access of modesty to get naked, murmured anxiously - Someone might see us. - No. This is a favourite place of lovers. When they saw us coming here, the gaze of others strayed. - I do not like everyone to know what we're doing here.

- Everyone knows that we are lovers. There are few secrets in the castle. Calm down, dear. Nobody will come to spy on us. The privacy usually respected Donncoill. One thing hard to believe. Maldie had no chance to discuss because when Balfour kissed her mouth, everything else was forgotten. It no longer mattered that saw them, or what they think about you. The voracity with which they took possession of the each other's bodies had something desperate urgency born of fear of lost in the near future. Only when they lay embraced, exhausted after the intense moments of passion, is Maldie that if allowed to inquire if the target was not kidding. This desire insane, insatiable, it seemed wrong, especially since none of them spoke of love, wedding, or building a family. - You should not rush to condemn themselves. - Wrapping it in a glance suit, Balfour kissed her lightly on the forehead. - As you guessed what I was thinking? - His solemn, almost angry, when the heat of passion abandons, denounces what he goes through the head. Restless on the ease with which Balfour read his thoughts, Maldie sat down and picked up the coat, preparing to dress her. But the steady hands prevented from completing the gesture. She had no doubt about what had caught the attention of noble. The birthmark on his right shoulder, heart-shaped, had never been exposed because they had always made love in places sparse lighting. Now, the Mark Beaton was revealed. Her mother never left her forget that it was the undeniable sign of his bastardy, the undeniable sign that had been contaminated by blood Darn Beaton. - You have a heart drawn on the back. Disentangling itself from strong hands, she wore a tunic. - Excuse me. I tried to spare you this horrible sight.

- Sweet, sweet, Maldie. You have some strange ideas. Not at all, one unpleasant sight. On the contrary. - Realizing that his words could convince her, Balfour decided to dress well. - How you noticed the sign, his voice strange, led me to conclude that the sight shocked him. - In a way, yes. I thought he knew every inch of your body. It obvious that I was remiss in my attentions. We need more candles in the room. - He Maldie laughed as he got up and put the dress in a hurry. - Are you trying to embarrass me. - In fact, caused him Balfour immense relief not to have recognized, at least immediately, the signal birth that only a direct descendant of Beaton could bear. However, no their guard, feeding false hopes. - It is not hard to make her blush. - Beware that I will apply a punishment. - I'm scared to death. - He laughed and rubbed his arm after a pinch. - I think it'll be a scar for the rest of my days. - You seem determined to provoke me, no? Embraced, the two headed to the castle. - Yes, by the way, I'm hungry. You depletes my energy, my dear. Let me always with a lion's appetite. Maldie tried, in vain, do not blush. The apparent mood of Lord Murray consoled. Even if it was only for a brief period, all suspected and doubts rider gave the impression to have disappeared. - It's strange - he continued in a more serious tone - but I have the impression having seen a sign like yours before. Same format and location. The shock almost made Maldie stumble. No, it was not possible that Balfour had seen the brand on the shoulder Beaton, he thought, trying desperately to calm down. His mother told him that Beaton had the region covered when in public, because

believed that stain the skin a legacy of the devil. - Never heard of one that had a sign like mine - she evaded, hating herself for not being able to develop a more consistent argument. - Did you know my mother? - No, of course not. Never met any Kirkcaldy. However, I have already seen that brand before. But do not worry. End up remembering where. For Maldie sincerely hope not. - You may have confused scare recognition - she insisted to enter the hall, struggling to dissuade him from the idea. - It is possible. But I'm almost positive that he had seen this sign in shoulder another. While sitting at the table next to Balfour, a conclusion terrifying started take shape. Try as he might deny the obvious, try as he might to cling to other possibilities, your heart intuited the truth. The one another, and Beaton, on whose shoulder Balfour could have seen the sign in the shape of heart was the Eric Young. It was believed that Eric was the bastard son of the old lord Murray and wife adulterous Beaton. However, Beaton was convinced that Eric could do pass his legitimate son, explaining that only left him because he was taken by a violent fit of jealousy. And even if that was the truth? His mother always Beaton emphasized that copulated frequently with women in their eagerness to impregnate them and produce a son. Even discover that his wife betrayed him with Lord Murray undoubtedly the infamous possessed her countless times. Eric could be, in fact, the legitimate heir of Beaton. And to think the bastard had nearly destroyed what more wanted. If he was right, and did not doubt that yes, many people end up leaving injured when the story came to light. In particular Eric. Would be devastating for innocent child discover not a Murray, but a member of the enemy clan. The

boy would be as horrified as she was known to be the son of an infamous suffer even more, because they had thought to belong to a respectable family and loving. Unlike her he had never had anyone except a mother missing, Eric would lose all that knew and loved. Balfour would also be deeply hurt. If you reveal your suspicions Eric on that moment, he would require evidence. Only you could prove something is confess the truth about her own origins. And she was not ready to do it. No, did not want to be the person to inform about the true ancestry Balfour Eric. Neither believed that it fits the initiative. The truth only cause pain many people except Beaton. He had never seen the boy, or the sign that marked as the son of the enemy. So better shut up until you have the opportunity to confirm their suspicions. While putting food on the plate, Maldie prayed not to be forced to expose what was in her mind. And also that Balfour would not guess that your secret.

Chapter VI

Malcolm is Dead - James announced, entering the main hall. Balfour nearly choked on the piece of bread he was eating. - Dead? - Yes, the underdog cannot tell us anything about Beaton, or Dubhlinn. By all the gods, even if he had survived the beating of who was the victim, not tell us anything because Beaton sent you cut the language. - Are you sure? - Although he knew that James never repeat mere hearsay, needed evidence. - Damn hang Malcolm's body in a tree near the village.

- The weapons master sat down and poured wine, looking calm with a long sip. - Despite nearly disfigured due to torture, there is no doubt that it is Malcolm. And it is clear why the body was left where we could find him. - A macabre taunt - Balfour murmured thoughtfully. - As the brutal way he was killed. The bastards not only wanted to show our spy have identified as instil fear in our men, to dissuade them from idea to infiltrate Dubhlinn again. When we prepare Malcolm's body for burial, notice the clear signs of torture. - Any news of our other man, the Douglas? - No. I believe remains incognito, or have discovered the swinging wind as Malcolm. - When have those two for Dubhlinn, I knew the severity of the risks eventually running but never crossed my mind that they could suffer deaths so cruel, so wild. - You could not imagine such cruelty because it never would deal thus with no enemy. - I send Douglas back home? - No, sir. Beaton is not identified until now, you would expose the danger when trying to establish a contact. Douglas is calm and courageous, and intelligent. Conclude that runs the risk of ending up like Malcolm, flee Dubhlinn. Douglas has sense enough to know that would not be an act of cowardice, but the unique opportunity to convey the information that could collect. - Great. I do not want the death of another man weighing me good conscience. - Malcolm's death was not your fault. He was well aware of situation that had got and you often warned of what would happen if caught. None of us could imagine that the unfortunate die tortured. You do not may be responsible for every death. Do not blame yourself for mistakes that are not yours. You never caused anyone's death or by anger, arrogance, pride, or simple

carelessness. We are at war with Eric Beaton and life is at stake. Should not surprise you that men die. And will continue to die until Beaton be defeated. - We should stop crying over the spilled milk and act - said Balfour, repeating one of the favourite maxims of the old master at arms. James smiled slightly. - Yes Wise words to which you should pay more attention. The important now is figure out how Beaton identified our man. - Perhaps Malcolm made a mistake, if exposed somehow. - Maybe. But I find it hard to believe. Malcolm was a smart boy, smart enough to realize that was wrong and escape before being caught. Over the years, we always had one or the other spy infiltrating Dubhlinn, which were never unmasked. There is another possibility you should consider my lord. - Someone Donncoill revealed the true identity of Malcolm Beaton. - Although not pleased about the direction of the conversation, I knew I needed Balfour examine any possibility to protect his clan. - It could have been Grizel. - Grizel's been dead for two weeks. And killed the men with whom she was going to find in the forest. - Maybe she denounced Malcolm before that. - It is possible but unlikely. Beaton did not expect much for torturing a our. And I doubt that Malcolm survive fifteen days of torture. Acrediteme, Beaton knew who was after the death of Malcolm Grizel. - So we have another traitor Donncoill? - Or a spy Beaton. Balfour knew who James suspected. The distrust of the weapons master regarding Maldie were so intense, that began to infect you. He found it difficult believe that his young mistress was able to send an innocent man to death. The competence as Maldie herbalist had become legendary in Donncoill. Patience, kindness, skill in curing diseases were among his qualities

decanted in prose and verse by all the inhabitants of the castle. Murder and Cold violent as was the death of Malcolm horrified. Irritated him to think he could have been deceived by a woman who still desired. - I know who you are referring to - spoke last, tense. - And you also feeds those suspicions, but fight them away from your mind. Malcolm may have committed some blunder that turned out to denounce him, or then have been caught while trying to flee. But it would be a grave mistake to ignore the possibility of someone having warned that one of our Beaton infiltrated in Dubhlinn. - I know - Balfour returned sharply. - I never mentioned the names of Malcolm, or Douglas. He just said that we had a man inside the castle enemy. - Beaton would not need a name to discover our spy. You told the Maldie that we had two men in Dubhlinn? - No. And before you make unfounded accusations, know that my passion misguided by the woman did not stop me from seeing reality. Part of me refuses to believe that I would one wicked woman, capable of sending an innocent for a death so horrific and painful. Maldie is a herbalist. Just watch it care for the sick and wounded to understand how difficult would believe it agreeing with a murderer. - I'm ready to agree that Maldie not take an innocent man to death willingly. Beaton, somehow, may be forcing her to us spy. But no matter the reason behind their actions. We need to stop it to continue hurting us. Thoughtful, Balfour drummed his fingers on the table solid wood. James was right. Although the probability of sending information to be Maldie Beaton was minimal, should put a stop to this situation as soon as possible. Should deprive it of any opportunity to see something, hear something, or send

a message to the head of the enemy clan. Would be obliged to confine it to keep it under constant vigilance to uncover the truth. If Maldie was guilty, consider the restrictions on their freedom a feather lightweight. If innocent, would feel so insulted that may never forgive him. Distressed, Balfour looked terrible and his few alternatives. If Maldie was guilty and left free to act as he pleased, he would be risking life and victory over Beaton many of his clan. If you treat her as a spy, to watch over and enclose would lose it. - I have a feeling that none of my choices will be right. - I understand - James nodded, his eyes full of sympathy. - But analyse the situation in this way. Any decision will take you to lose your Maldie. If it is spy, eventually running away, or you will be required to send hang her. However, many of Our will have died unnecessarily, fighting an impossible battle to be won. If Maldie is innocent she will, consumed by grief and anger. I fear that trusting her you will lose more. - Indeed. - Balfour finished the wine and stood up abruptly. - It is best to resolve the issues without delay unpleasant. I will confront her. - Maybe she should confess everything and to tell him why she was forced to work to Beaton. - I do not think the small Maldie be willing to reveal their secrets. With a heavy heart, Balfour climbed the steps, slow steps such as a convict. Less than forty-eight hours had the arms and the two had loved madly. After the climax, a silence fell Maldie inexplicable and begun to ask her if she was hiding something. Would be to blame for sending one innocent man to death? Oh, God, how much agony! Upon entering the room, his hungry gaze landed on Maldie, who sat next to fireplace, combed her hair wet from the bath. Never met someone so beautiful.

He wanted her and hated yourself for such weakness. If you were really going Maldie information Beaton, his suffering would be brutal. He doubted he could trust a woman again. Seeing Balfour leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest, a expression in cold gaze, Maldie was dominated by a growing fear. It was as if there knew the man standing before her. - Something wrong? - Asked, struggling to control the trembling of voice. - Malcolm, our contact in Dubhlinn, was found hanged in a tree on the outskirts of the village. The shock Maldie seemed real, but Balfour had no courage to trust what he saw, heard, or felt. - Oh, I'm sorry. - Standing up, she took a step forward. - Why? You did not expect Beaton kill him? Confused, Maldie stanched the whole body rigid. - Why should I know what Beaton would make the man? - Would Balfour discovered his true identity? This would explain the anger on his face manly. - I find it a bit strange Beaton never having identified one of our spies in the last thirteen long years and then suddenly discovers the poor Malcolm. - The sudden pallor Maldie made him want to go back and comfort her. - You think I'm helping Beaton? Grizel could not have told it? - Grizel was hanged two weeks ago and damned if he was going to find were killed in the forest when the surround. There's nobody left to spend Beaton information. If Grizel had denounced Malcolm, he would have been hanged several days ago. No! Another person told about Malcolm Beaton. - And you believe that someone else is me - Maldie spoke in a small voice, the unshed tears nearly choking. Never been so hurt. - You can make me believe otherwise? The words of the Balfour

hit bottom. Since his arrival in Donncoill, been waiting for this moment, when eventually revealed his true identity. After all, how could they trust her when they knew the bastard daughter of Beaton? Balfour was claiming the treason without knowing their ancestry. Apparently the betrayal of Grizel was not enough to make him understand that the times, people from his own clan would betray him. Not told Lord Murray, and others, everything you wanted to know about you, but this was no reason for the judge able to send an innocent man to death. - My word is not enough? - Questioned him, hurt becoming quickly into anger. Would not submit to this outrage. - I cannot let you do. - Tired sigh, shook Balfour head. - You keep many secrets, and even then, waiting for everyone on Donncoill blind trust. We do not know who you are where you came from, or what was doing on the road. And he wants to convince us that it is our friend. - I have been more than a friend to you. - Noticing the blush, Maldie experienced some relief. At least Balfour has fed doubts about his guilt. - You do not even realize that our involvement can make it seem suspect? - Passion is not a crime. - Please, just tell me something, anything, about you. Some something that allows me to not doubt his innocence. - Why should I? - And why not? - Who I am is none of your business, and no matter where I come from, or whither I go. You want proof that I am not a spy? For where are the evidence that I am? The stubbornness Maldie infuriated him. I was not asking the impossible,

unattainable. Wished only bit of information about her, the kind of provides information that anyone without hesitation. In Donncoill, knew only that she was a talented herbalist, her mother died and her father abandoned her without recognizing it as a daughter. - You cannot understand why I'm acting like this? We are at war. My brother was kidnapped by our worst enemy. Cannot simply rely on people because they say they are innocent. I need more, or I'll have to treat it as a possible enemy. - Then I suggest you stop accusing me of crimes I did not commit and start find the real traitor. - As you wish. You will be confined to his quarters and just leave us to care for Nigel. - Are you sure you want a spy Beaton taking care of his beloved Brother? - Yes, you had numerous opportunities to cause harm to Nigel, and he did not. And my brother might still be too weak to wield a sword, but sure is able to defend a tiny and delicate woman. Perhaps some time alone will help her realize that this is not the time to cling to pride. With sure some simple responses are not a high price to pay for freedom. Balfour withdrew and locked the door from the outside. The confrontation left him sad, angry and confused. Earlier, Maldie shown to hurt the extreme. Then had been furious because the offense of which the victim thought. Typical behaviour of innocent unjustly accused. However, she said nothing in his own defence, only denied guilt. - You do? - Asked James. - Yes - Lord Murray greeted the soldier assigned to guard the Maldie door and headed the hall, accompanied by weapons master. - I imagine she has not confessed and begged for mercy.

- Oh, no. Maldie would not do so even if I was guilty. - Are you still doubting that is guilty? - I do not know what to think. She reacted to the accusation as an innocent, but maybe he was just playing a role. Also offered no explanation, do not try to defend himself. Only claimed to be innocent. I asked him some clarification, anything to confirm his innocence. For Maldie sent me seek evidence alone. Are you finding this funny? - Asked, realizing the smile of the weapons master. - I'm afraid so. In fact, this leads me to think that can be Maldie even innocent. Or so much smarter than all of us together. - I just blame my mistress a horrendous crime, to send a man to death, and now you tell me that she may be innocent? - I always thought she could be innocent because they never found evidence of his guilt. You would never have taken an initiative if I confess my Thoughts. I'm not so old as to not let me shake for a nice pair of green eyes, nor so nave as to allow the feminine beauty blind me. A we needed to harden the heart and examine all possibilities. Cursing, Balfour stretched in a vain attempt to get rid of tension. - Maldie never forgive me. - If she does not like you enough to understand that a clan chief not can escape their duties, then you would not have gotten hold it by your side for long. It's weird she did not tell you anything about themselves. Imagine the fear nature of secrets that girl is trying to hide. - Yes Maldie holds many secrets and we cannot leave it roam freely in the hope of not being harmed. I know I made the right decision. However, do the right thing does not diminish my distress. During interminable minutes Maldie kept staring at the locked door, unable to move. Dizzy, threw himself on the bed and stared at the ceiling. So many emotions

shook it barely breathe, the unshed tears choking her. Cursing Balfour, closed his eyes and gave in to the tears, the whole body shaken by terrible hiccups. At what seemed like an eternity later, the tears dried. Was exhausted from crying, but at least returned to think clearly, but wished just forget everything that just happened. Have been accused of espionage was not what hurt the most. Been expecting it. The Balfour blamed even knowing its true origin. Although Lord Murray did not have evidence that it is something more than what was said a simple orphan in search of relatives, he believed able to contribute to the death of an innocent. That Balfour could contemplate such a possibility out a coup hard. Somewhat tragic, the situation came to be funny. If not so wound could even laugh at the irony of the whole story. Was in because he wanted Donncoill Beaton kill because Balfour wanted to help win the war. However, just prisoner, accused of helping the worst enemy of Murray! Had erred in some way, become the target of suspicion, but did not know how. Balfour spoke about the secrets insisted on keeping. Does all that crossed the gates had Donncoill to declare his lineage? Agitated, Maldie rose and poured wine. Balfour could not understand why she hesitated to reveal his past. Just as she could not understand why the mere fact of keeping secrets turned into a spy of Beaton. Balfour and she had disparate views on this subject. After all, he was proud of family, the paternal inheritance. How to understand someone until you'd rather forget had a family? Left you now find a way out of the trouble you had got. Still needed to fulfil the promise made to his mother and not be able to remain contained in Donncoill. The door was locked and surely a man

stood guard outside. Of course there was the possibility of providing some answers to Balfour without, of course, reveal the name of his father. But if Lord Murray sent a messenger to its old home to confirm the information, the full truth would come out. Its mother had never been reticent about the man who disgraced. Maldie also had no doubt that many people in the village would tell lies about the sole order to make it seem disagreeable, because they never behaved like his mother. Some criticized his attitude, accusing her of judging higher. Recognized a foolish pride prevented her from opening up entirely and if Balfour irritated by not obtaining explanations. Not feared for his life because Lord Murray was not type able to convict someone without evidence. As he had done in relation to Grizel, he wait until you have concrete evidence before sentencing her. As there was no evidence his guilt, was safe. Therefore saw only one solution to the problem. Donncoill flee, free Eric and prove that never helped Beaton. This question had to be with Beaton resolved. But, to prove his innocence, eventually revealing the whole truth about their ancestry, a truth that alienate Balfour forever. As much as it cost him, run the risk. If he chose to hate her for being the daughter who was, so be it. However, would not be idly, allowing the accused to spy, traitor and murderer. Maldie laughed bitterly. Her lover, the man she loved with despair, thought vile enough to assist a bastard murdering an innocent with refinements cruelty. Despite the pain, I could understand why he was forced to confront her. She must be mad to justify the behaviour of Balfour. Mad love and suffering. There was only one solution to your dilemma. Escape to Dublin and rescue Eric. Before you implement the plan, would have to overcome the immediate difficulties. Prisoner in his room, just given him permission to take care of Nigel. If escape

of Donncoill half clan would in pursuit. In Dublin, need to act care, as surely everyone would be aware of the arrival of strangers. Finally, would release the boy and bring him safe and sound, back to Donncoill. - What could be simpler? - Wondered aloud, lying again. Actually it was an impossible undertaking, and if it had an ounce of sense, nor come to consider the possibility of putting the idea into practice. But engage in careful planning this adventure was much better than staying alone in her room, rubbing into tears. - What are you up to, young Kirkcaldy? - Asked Nigel, the body Whole sore after exercise daily. Away from the narrow window Maldie turned to face him. In the last three days, Nigel was his only company, except the guard who kept watch your door. Until then, neither of them talked about the things she was being accused, or the fact that it was put in false imprisonment. Simply concentrated on the implementation of the exercise. - Why should I be plotting something? - Returned, serving him a cup cider. - Why my foolish brother turned into a prisoner? - I thought we were ignoring these small details. - When you do not say anything right after Balfour have done such nonsense, concluded that rather not talk about it. Because I find it hard to ignore such offense. She smiled at the outrage of the rider. It was nice to have someone who believes in your innocence, even though Nigel act moved by gratitude. After all, saved her life. Might be able to convince him to help her escape. No, would not ask aid. It was up to you to solve your problem alone. - I wonder if Balfour will take long to realize there erred - Maldie spoke very quiet.

- You do not seem angry. Did not realize the insult that was victim? - Clearly. Hard not to confess being blinded by anger. When there I am wanting to strangle his brother, I understand that he did not have much choice. - There is always a choice. - Maybe. But sometimes, all choices are odious. Someone told Beaton who was Malcolm and the poor man just tortured and killed. Never before has a spy Murray was identified in Dublin. Or Beaton was very clever, the 91 I doubt, or someone denounced Malcolm. Grizel is dead, therefore cannot take guilt. When Balfour examines what has changed in routine Donncoill what he sees? My arrival. It is natural that the suspicions fall on me. - No! - Nigel contradicted flatly. - Do not judge your brother so rigidly. How Lord of Donncoill is responsible for the safety of all. The duty to his people forces you to take tough decisions and unpleasant. Be fair to Balfour, because he does not believe completely the accusations that I did. Incidentally, I had ample opportunity to defend. - And do not you defend yourself? Why not? - Because I was furious. Wounded pride rose in my head. I decided that my word should suffice. Balfour asked me several questions, asked me to give you some information and thus prove my innocence. I replied that if he wanted to raise as much information about me, that would look on your own. Nigel chuckled with delight. So serious, warned her: - This pride can still send her to the gallows. - No - Maldie returned without hesitation. - Balfour never would sentence someone to death without evidence of crime. - You are right. My brother is a righteous and merciful. Too bad it is

fool too. This only leaves him only one option. - Nigel looked at her intently. You need to escape Donncoill. Impossible rider be guessed their plans, Maldie thought, struggling to control his emotions. After all, everyone in the castle were involved in preparations to release Eric. No one is able to judge this release endeavour alone, because the mere thought would sound absurd. - Sure. Escaping surely prove my innocence - said wryly. - You would not have to prove his innocence, just to keep themselves safe. - Runaway like a thief in the night did not help anything. 'll well, sir, do not worry. Admit to being deeply hurt by all this, but I know that the truth will come out. Just be patient and wait. - If I can help her in some way ... - Do not even say such a thing. His confidence in my innocence I just. Better you do not get involved in this story because it would mean taking any action disobey the clan chief, betraying his brother. - Jennie opened the door, signalling that the visit ended. - Time to go back to my quarters. Rest now. You are stronger with each passing day, but still not the time to overreact. The home continues essential. - You have hit all predictions about my recovery. Believe me, I will not close my ears to his advice. Slowly Maldie returned to his room, noting that Jennie averted his gaze to the its passage. Everyone knew that Balfour sent her arrest. It hurt to think that had lost the respect and confidence of the residents of the castle, after having worked so hard to win them. The blow seemed even harder because they started Donncoill consider the home that had never had. Hearing the guard lock the door from the outside, Maldie shuddered. Taking a deep breath, approached the tiny window and breathed the fresh air, fighting against the feeling of claustrophobia. As he had done in the past three days since his

confined, clung to the plane was preparing to release Eric. Occupying the mind with other things, avoiding dwell on his own heartache and heartbreak. Imagined a way of infiltrating Dublin, to find out where Eric was arrested and get him there in secret. One last detail was lacking solve: how to escape Donncoill? There are several ways to slip, but no opportunity was had introduced. Nobody had needed his care, no one had come to visit her, and the guards assigned to guard it is never distracting. Suddenly, an idea. Something so simple that it surprised him because there occurred before. All he needed was an excuse to call one of the maids. When said to be suffering from some illness female guard would run in search the created. The only hard part would be attacking the poor servant. Just leave her unconscious, had time to flee Donncoill. A knock on the door and entered Balfour. Seeing him, Maldie was dominated by feelings had been so desperately trying to suffocate. Anger, resentment, bitterness. - If you did not come to beg my pardon, please excuse yourself - spoke rough sitting primly on the edge of the bed. A tired gesture, Lord Murray ran his fingers through his hair dishevelled. Not had become sure why the search for her. Doubted that the situation had changed, but felt impelled to give Maldie one last chance to defend himself, and himself one last chance to free her. Had hoped that after three days confined find it more inclined to cooperate. Apparently, deceived themselves. Maldie had missed, and not just in bed. But he feared that longing not off each other. - I came to give you another chance to tell me the truth. - I told you the truth. - I was so angry, he did not care more than

lie. - Perhaps part of the truth. The more I think about it, the more I understand that though we are lovers, you're still a stranger to me. I know little to his respect. - I've never met people so concerned about the privacy of others trespass as the Murray. I am what you see. What matters most? - When you're being accused of agreeing with the enemy and lead an innocent to death, it takes a broader defence, with more detailed information. You not realize the size of the danger that round, girl? - So you want to condemn me to the gallows? Noting the pale, Maldie rejoiced inside. Lord Murray did not devoted the most complete indifference, as it had come to fear. Accusations that out victim and his absence had made reliving the most terrible doubts. Soon leave Donncoill of his ways and not return to cross, but it was comforting to know that Balfour has captured the interest for her. - No, of course not. After all, you did not kill anyone with his own hands, as Grizel. Just do not understand their refusal not to attempt to prove his innocence. - Why are insulting and unfounded suspicions. Trying to prove my innocence would justify their accusations, recognizing some basis in such absurd. Not submit to this outrage. - Crossing his arms over his chest, Maldie stared at him coldly, daring him to persist in that line of reasoning. - You are a very stubborn woman - Balfour said slowly, shaking his head. - Perhaps there is logic in his thinking, but it would be good to consider the dangerous as the blind pride and stubbornness can be. I pray that the situation not reach this point, but in crucial issues, ends up paying a high price by silence. - Slamming the door shut, the knight withdrew. Stunned, Maldie collapsed in bed. His last words had sounded as a threat, but felt no fear. Balfour would never hurt her. And

case of extreme necessity, it still would remain the support of Nigel. A brief visit, however, served to show you something. Arrived at time Donncoill flee. Simply could not bear another scene like that, when the man she loved demanded proof of his innocence. Although she understood the Balfour delicate position in which he found himself, and the reasons that led him to act as acted, the pain became too great, the unbearable suffering. Lord Murray was not wrong to accuse her of proud and stubborn. Yes, he was stubborn, he recognized it. And would not swallow your pride just to satisfy him. Was not sure if I could stay true to the determination not to expose their secrets to fulfil the promise made to her dying mother. Enough to wish to see him throw himself into his arms and open heart, without considering the consequences. If you do not leave logo Donncoill, succumb to pressure and do everything to regain confidence Balfour. Willing to put your plan into practice, Maldie waited an hour before start staging. And no need to moan over three times to open the guard door. Struggling not to smile at the boy's worried expression, she covered belly with hands and made to moan softly. - Something wrong, lady? - I need the help of a woman. - Are you sick? - And a female unwell and need the aid of a woman - back Maldie impatiently, writhing in pain. - Go to one of the maids. As imagined, had sufficed to pronounce the words "upset female" the guard rushing, forgot to make any other questions. Thence to few minutes, when he heard footsteps in the hallway, Maldie has to press the belly and whining. - What ails you? - Jennie questioned afflicted, so were

alone. Even having no intention of actually hurting the other, Maldie felt his heart tightening by the way would be forced to act. Jennie did not deserve it. - What distresses me is being trapped like a crazy - she murmured, striking a well-aimed punch to the chin of the servant. Surprise saw the girl collapsed, unconscious. He had not expected it would be so easy, anticipated some struggle. After making sure that Jennie just fainted, put it on the bed, under the sheet. Then moved on to the second phase of the plan. Although it was a little hot, Maldie covered from head to toe a cover. If Grizel been able to enter and leave without it Donncoill prefer attention, your chances of getting it were not negligible. Tense, hit at the door. - I have to go to the village pick some herbs - muttered crestfallen. I will also need some strips of cloth to staunch the Blood ... The guard almost pushed out of the room and turned to lock the door, without giving him a chance to complete the sentence. - Then go right, girl. Not need to know the details. The path to the gates Castle seemed to last an eternity. At each step, Maldie feared being recognized, or worse, faced with Balfour. Across the courtyard, barely lunged headlong into the James Balfour sighting and chatting near the stables. And not only yielded to the impulse because he knew his behaviour would attract looks. Just when he was already several feet beyond the walls of Donncoill is he could breathe with ease. His whole body was bathed in sweat and not because he wore a heavy woollen cloak dark on a sunny day. Nor was amazed by already feel exhausted. Sheer nervousness. Pressing the cover against you Maldie began to walk faster. While not leave the village behind would have peace, be still worrying about the possibility of someone discovering it.

The instant he entered the forest, Maldie got rid of the cover. Approaching the creek that cut a small clearing, wet the scarf in warm water and wiped the sweat from his face. The afternoon was about the middle, and certainly not Dublin reach before the setting of the sun. Would have to spend the night outdoors. This is not the frightened as much as the possibility of Balfour be hunting it. Could not sleep a single moment. Or spend hours attentive to the smallest noise, or to flee listen to them. - Once I'm inside the walls of Dublin, stay safe from Balfour - muttered bitterly. - Only have to protect myself from Beaton and his cronies. I must be crazy if I thought that this plan would work. Cursing softly, he lay down under the canopy of a tree, barely feeling the softness of the grass in the body because of inner turmoil. Rest a bit and try to sort thoughts. The wisest thing would flee far away and Balfour Donncoill to well away from Dublin and Beaton. However, despite listening to the voice of reason, chose to ignore it. At all costs prove his innocence. Not sure why they become imperative to look innocent in the eyes of Balfour. Or pride, or because the loved so much. Did not matter the nature of your emotions. He had decided not to leave in final until you troubleshoot the issue. Or deliver and bring him back to Eric Murray, thus proving his innocence, or be caught and killed by the men of Beaton, the that Balfour would regret having her falsely accused. There was also another detail that led him to pursue the risky plan. Suspected that Eric was his half-brother. If the boy and she had the same blood, had a moral duty to try to save him. If you run away now, if left behind all challenges, never know the truth and regret for the rest of his days. Convinced that would not back down in the decision, Maldie rose and started the long walk that would lead to Dublin. The castle gates have

were closed when he got there, which left him two choices. Could sleep in the woods, praying it would not rain, or not to cool too. Or then seek shelter in the little cottage at the elderly couple who had so kindly welcomed time ago, hoping not to be repelled. Better try your luck with the couple, solved, hating himself for good and innocent people involved in a case that did not tell them respect. Since set foot in Donncoill his life turned upside down, from simple to extremely complicated. Before the tomb of his mother, assumed one purpose: to reach and kill Dublin William Beaton. Suddenly turns accused of supporting those sworn to murder, awakened the desire of the patient whose health had restored, fallen in love with the man who had become lover and have discovered a brother. If you tell someone this story preposterous, would be called a liar or accused of giving wings to a fertile imagination. While walking through the trees, his thoughts turned to the Poor Eric. Nobody in Donncoill never said anything negative about the boy. Now began to wonder if this love and admiration resist if the child knew Beaton. It was one of those secrets that for the good of all, it should be buried and forgotten. Unfortunately, she would be responsible for the indirect revelation of secret. Balfour had seen the birthmark on his shoulder and soon discover that Beaton was his father. It would not be difficult for him to get to the truth about the origin of the boy to whom called her brother for years. Beaton had the ability to destroy the malignant people's lives, Maldie concluded bitter. Would make a promise to herself. If Eric end up alone, abandoned by both Beaton as by Murray, would take it under their protection. Would be the least I could do after inadvertently have you ruined life. Maldie first realized he had lost the impetus blind killing

Beaton. Surely still hating him because, since childhood, that hatred out fostered by his mother. Nor doubted it would be enough to be face to face with the infamous to the whole bitterness surfacing. However, other things had come to take your life and your heart. Even now, when they marched to the lair of the damned, hardly thought of revenge. Balfour, and a boy named Eric, were at the centre of their attention. Only did not understand why he preferred to think of Balfour, despite the pain he had caused, the think of revenge as long planned. - Well, maybe fate smiled at me - Maldie muttered, stumbling a rotting log. - Maybe I just do not get rid Eric and prove my innocence, how to rid this world of treachery William Beaton. All we need do is reach the entire Dublin.

Chapter VII

Where is she? - Balfour shouted, cursing as he saw the maid start shaking, white as the sheet that covered her. I could not believe that Maldie slipped away right under their noses, but apparently out what happened. Why could not resist the urge to make her see, decided to bring him dinner. When the guard told him that the herbalist had fallen ill, be bothered. As he opened the door, the boy also complained of the servant, not returned to the village with the herbs that were ready to pick. Then the concern Balfour had become alarm. Was furious, but not all surprised to find Jennie, still dazed, trying to get up. Shouted insults to guard, called James screaming and now raged with the poor girl terrified. His lack was leading nowhere. Angry with himself, motioned James to come forward and take the examination. - I'm about to kill that poor girl scared. See what you can

discover. - Yes, you need to calm down, my lord - agreed the weapons master, examining the bruise on his chin Jennie. - What happened? - Nigel asked, appearing in the doorway. - In addition to this their folly drag yourself out there alone? - Muttering something unintelligible, Balfour hastened to accommodate Brother a chair before the fire. - Maldie escaped - clarified dry. - Oh, so beautiful escaped him. - It is impossible not to perceive a certain satisfaction in tone Nigel. - You know what she was planning to do? - No, only suspected. But unlike you, I do not usually act based on just suspicion. - What happened now confirms my suspicions. - Really? - Maldie fled. Typical attitude of those who are guilty. -I disagree. Maybe she just wanted to get away from you. - Noting the sudden pallor of his brother, Nigel smiled. - You accused her of espionage and murder without proof and still hoped that the poor remain here, waiting for his next attack of madness? Not Maldie did what any other person would have fled at the first opportunity to as far as possible. After all, after arresting her, who could guarantee that you will not send to hang? - I would never send kill her. Even if there were evidence that guilty - Balfour said flatly. - She should know. - Considering the way you have acted in recent days, I believe Maldie no longer believed to know it well. Jennie finally regained speech? - Nigel asked when James, thence the moment, met the two brothers. - Yes seems Maldie, pretending to suffer from a disorder female, asked

for sentinel seek help. Upon entering the room, Jennie was assaulted. Thereafter, no remember anything else. - What about Duncan, the fool who took charge of guarding the door? - Looking to around, Balfour found that Duncan was gone soon after talking with the master weapons. - Jennie Duncan says he left to enter the room and then leave. The unfortunate was so terrified at the idea of listening to details about the disorder female who barely paid attention to the passage of the servant. When pressed behind larger details recalled that Jennie, on leaving, was covered from head to toe with a woollen cloak, who wore no clothing when entering the room. Maldie proved once again, be smart and intelligent. Before Duncan suspected something, said to be going get the necessary things to that period in which women lose blood. In their eagerness to avoid the subject, he pushed the hallway outside. Balfour looked at them coldly when James and Nigel began to laugh. Both gave the impression of not caring about the possible consequences of leakage Maldie. If she was guilty of all the accused, and prayed that there undoubtedly headed off straight to Dublin where Beaton put together the information collected. If innocent, would now be wandering in the woods, alone and helpless. Therefore, no had to laugh about. - I like to see them having so much fun with the smarts Maldie. But already thought about what might happen going forward? - Or go looking for it, or not - James replied. - If she is a spy Beaton, is on track to Dublin right now taking away all our secrets. - Maldie is no spy - Nigel returned rough. - She suddenly appeared out of nowhere - Balfour argued. We never gave explanations and showed a continuing interest in our quarrel with Beaton. Incidentally, too interested.

- Yes - James hastened to agree. - Maldie Kirkcaldy left many unanswered questions. - Maybe the answers were not our business - Nigel argued. - It is illegitimate daughter of a prostitute mother. Not the kind of life about which people like to talk. - I understand perfectly. - Tired, Balfour massaged his neck drive. - I never asked sordid details. I just wanted a few information My men could find out and see. Something that proved to be her who was said to be. - And if Maldie was himself who was said to be, the illegitimate daughter of a prostitute, the people of the village where she lived would say about you? Do you think you would praise? No, the daughter of a prostitute would never be spared language poisonous and jealous, especially because he refused to follow the letter of the mother. That We fill our men's ears with slander and history soon spread by Donncoill. Perhaps Maldie prefer we did not know all the awkward fact that we did not hear the lies we would tell. - This possibility had crossed my mind - Balfour admitted but needed proof about the identity of Maldie. Do you really believe I wanted to lock her in a room? Or he wanted unmask it, exposing it as a ally Beaton? Although he hated the idea, it was my duty to take precautions necessary to protect the clan. The last time we faced Beaton, lost good men due to a trap bastard. I could not ignore the risks. - You do not see reality clearly because Maldie saved his life and you feel indebted - James said gently, turning to Nigel. - A debt that we should all share. Not only was my life Maldie saved, but many people in Donncoill. She heals people. Often worked late into the night to treat patients to relieve their pain. How can we imagine that a woman capable of such compassion

is allied with Beaton and want to destroy us? - There is no point continuing this discussion - Balfour decreed. - Never would reach an agreement. Innocent or not, Maldie is out there, alone and without which eat. - Are you sure she did not take anything with them? - Yes, why not risk wasting time wandering around the castle for provisions. 101 - So if Maldie already so far away, why bother to look? - Because until I get evidence that it is not informant Beaton I cannot let her wander around freely, knowing as much about us. If Maldie Beaton put a couple of our plans not only lose the war to liberate Eric, as we risk losing our land too. Need to prevent it from tell our secrets to that jerk. - We cannot go looking for it now - James pondered while Nigel is closed in a silent accuser. - We must wait until morning the day before begin the search. - Just promise me not to hurt - Nigel asked, staring at the other two coolly. - I would never hurt Maldie - Balfour said emphatically. - Or allow one of my men to strike him. - Then look for her and bring her back here. But know that I will laugh many of you when it is proved innocent. At the top of the wall, Balfour looked at the sky, waiting impatiently, sunrise sun. Do not come to lie down and ate some mixed emotions for others allow him some rest. Two things the afflicted: the possibility of Beaton, the pair of vital information, come to defeat them, and the fear of what might happen to Maldie,

wandering alone at night, without food, water or protection. But what was more distressed you imagine if found and bring back Donncoill. Between the two would be an unbridgeable. If Maldie was innocent, just to show you that not considered worthy of trust, which would kill any feelings she might devote him. Trample his pride to treat it as vile traitor, implying that he considered little More than a prostitute, able to use his body to boot information and pass them to the enemy. If guilty, could never keep it near you, because would again betrayed. - You will deplete your brain if you keep trying to find explanations for the inexplicable - James spoke with a huge yawn. - You do not sleep at all, slept? - No. I walked from one side to the other of my room and then I came here, watch the sky. - You should have rested because we have a long day ahead. - Yes, the land is vast and Maldie a smart woman. It will not be as easy localising. - Absolutely. We also need to take into consideration that we may be obliged to hasten the battle. - Why should we? - Why? Clearly you have not spent the night imagining ways to help his clan, or save his brother. - Realizing the guilty expression Balfour, the master arms grabbed his arm sympathetically. - Do not take my comment as a critical. Understand how a beautiful woman consumes the thoughts of a man. - Indeed. I doubt that I will be able to remember everything I went the head in these last hours, or if the thoughts make sense. I'm confused. Maldie ran because he is innocent, or because they are angry? Ran to meet Beaton or those in search of relatives who never revealed? She is the worst kind of prostitute, who should I drop, or I will be dropped because insulted as

seriously do not deserve forgiveness? So many questions and no way to answer them. However, the crucial moment is to find out if it is Maldie informant Beaton. - Without a doubt this is the main issue. Impossible to know the truth, but not we just sit idly by. We'll go out looking for Maldie and in way to march Dublin. - Nigel is not yet ready to face a battle. - It may well ride beside him and act as advisor. I agree that his brother should remain in Donncoill, but he would only back up the truss in bed. Think boy. If Maldie is even ally Beaton, soon enemy will be aware of all our plans. It remains for us to march Dublin early morning hours. I would even like to leave before the sun comes up, although he knows we could not get ready in such a short time. James was right, Balfour said. If you do not act quickly, they would in a vulnerable position because Beaton through Maldie, know of their plans. Then, an idea began to take shape in his mind tired. - No, not march to Dublin immediately. Gaping, James took a few seconds to recover from the shock. - I know you do not want a beautiful young woman is guilty of treason, but by least consider the possibility. If we wait, Beaton will have plenty of time to inveigh against us. Possession of important information can overwhelm us. - The infamous almost crushed in the last time that we launched against those damn walls. Surely it will close the gates of the castle and have their men standing by, ready to receive us. Trying to transpose the walls will be our death sentence. Well, maybe ...-granted the weapons master, scratching his gray beard. - We trace another plan. I may be exhausted, but my mind keeps working and I have a fairly clever idea. Maldie told me something that ...

- You cannot trust everything she said. - Yes, I know. This detail escaped during a conversation when I Maldie had something funny that happened to you in a fair day in Dublin. In three days, there will be another fair. - And as such fair in favour? - If we wait three days leave Beaton restless because logic would lead to these things' that attack immediately to offset the damage done by betrayal of Maldie. When you do not show up on your gates, the bastard will begin to doubt the veracity of the information given by their spy. After all, he never had faith in intelligence of women. One day fair always attracts many people from outside the village. For several seconds James remained silent, analysing the possible developments. - We could seep into many of our Dublin - muttered thoughtfully - Without Beaton suspect anything. - So you think it's worth investing in this idea? - Oh, yes. Maybe even better alter the original plan. Now let behind that beautiful girl. It would be advantageous to achieve head off Dubhlinn, if Beaton was not alerted and were waiting for us. - You found it? - Nigel asked apprehensively, sitting on the bed. - We watched. - After serving up a cup of wine, Balfour took a long drink. - As well, you have to have "seen"? - We saw her heading straight for Dubhlinn. - No. I do not believe it. - You think I want to believe? - Anguished, Balfour sipped the rest of drink in a vain attempt to control emotions. - If you do not believe, would not have locked.

- I do not know if it's because you chose not to listen to me, or because they wanted see the obvious, but as head of the clan, did what had to be done. Somehow Beaton was finding out our secrets, even after the death of Grizel. Thus, there was another informant. Everything pointed to Maldie, and I could not risk safety of our people blindly trusting her, however she wished. I prayed be wrong. Does not please me to see that my suspicions were unfounded. - No, not ally itself to Maldie Beaton - Nigel insisted irreducible. - She took the course Dubhlinn. Three of our men saw running that direction. There is no doubt that he left here straight to the house of our worst enemy. What other meaning could have such an attitude? - I do not know. I only know that Maldie never get involved with a jerk made Beaton. It is too kind to let corrupt by evil. - So I thought. - Perhaps there is an explanation. Yes, it seems she is helping Beaton however, we know not where, or why. While I'm not privy to all details, I refuse to believe that this woman, so skilled in the art of healing, as generous and compassionate, no more than a whore traitor. Brother's words reached Balfour like a punch in the stomach, also because he had told himself. Three hours ago, his men had Donncoill returned with news on the whereabouts of Maldie. Had cost assimilate information and will need a lot of time alone to calm down and be able to give news to Nigel. Never imagined being so determined to refuse to accept a fact proven. And, even worse, desperately wanted to believe that his brother was sure. - I am eager to share that youre sure, but do not think it would be sensible. It is too hard to think that I made a fool of. I refuse to cling to any hope and look like a bigger fool. - She liked you, Balfour. No doubt about it.

- No. - Tense, Knight began to walk from one side to the other room. The pain he felt when his men told him about the whereabouts of Maldie continued corroding her soul. And I knew, if permitted, the suffering caused the betrayal would destroy him. Did not want to talk about it, did not want to discuss any possibility, however remote, that she could still prove innocent. Would never think of Maldie, despite the suspicion that such a thing would be impossible. Part himself hated her, hated her for she had made a fool for having betrayed him, and especially for having done it love it. Still loved her with all his strength, but he wanted power delete this feeling, destroy it, forget it. - I prefer to discuss the battle - said tensely. - Do you still want to attack Dubhlinn? I do not think that would be wise. Although I do not believe that Maldie has betrayed us, we must consider the possibility that Beaton is, at this point, knowing their plans. If you march to the castle enemy, because they will be eventually shattered all ready, waiting. - Beaton was ready for what I had planned before, not for what I have in mind right now. - There is a new plan? - Yes, and even James believes that the chances of success are great. - It remains for me some time to gather my strength and ride your side? - Three days. - Balfour smiled wistfully. - We will market, Nigel. The enthusiasm of his brother, to be placed alongside the details, which encouraged Balfour became a little more confident of victory when he returned to the hall. His only Maldie concern was now in Dubhlinn. Asked God not found on Battle. It would be better for both if she ran away and I never saw him become. - Nigel did not want to believe what you told him, James said, while Balfour sat at the table. - And this surprises you?

- Not as much as it should - returned the weapons master, shaking his head. - I thought your brother would see the reality of the facts. However it appears that he still has not forgiven him for the way you treated the young herbalist. - Oh, Nigel was more understanding and to understand the need for be careful now not to rely only on instinct. But he insists that there must be a reason for Maldie have acted as he did, a subject that will forgive her. - You also feeds that hope? - I do not know. Maybe. At the moment I'm just trying not to think about it, because thinking is to admit how pathetic I was and am angry with myself. - I will say one thing about Maldie. Try to calm down, do not allow that dominate the fury before leaving for battle. The possibility exists that you see her reach Dubhlinn and would not be wise to let yourself blinded by rage. Not only distract you from the battle, and could do something which would regret later. - You will tell me that perhaps there is a good reason for her to have acted as he did? - And probably yes. We do not know exactly why Maldie did what he did. I ask you not to judge her hastily. If you allow yourself to think that there may be an explanation for the attitude Maldie, consider the possibility of coming to perdola, so do not be consumed with rage when sighting in Dubhlinn. - Oh, I see. You fear that I quit chasing her and my men left without leadership. That there is settled while not harming, in a futile attempt restore my manhood and pride. - Yes, maybe. - James smiled, amused with the ironic tone of the other. - Well, do not fear. Although I am a fool, even now would not be able to injure, touch a single strand of her hair. I just hope that common sense has Maldie Dubhlinn enough to vanish the moment the battle begins. - And speaking of the battle, which the opinion of Nigel on the new plan?

- He was so excited that I just more confident of success. - Not overly confident, I suppose. - No. I feel that for the first time in thirteen long and bloody years, we have real chance of ending in a brawl old. - So at least something good will result from this trouble. Besides the fact bring Eric back home, of course. Alone in his room, sitting on the hearth, Balfour was allowed think of Maldie. And a deep sadness came over him. She felt as if she had died. In Indeed, the woman who would never be imagined existed. Everything was a lie. Just embarrassed because of their trusting nature. He had thought that the great love of his life revealed only a prostitute skilled in the service of Beaton. Maldie swore when the thorns of the bush behind which stabbed the refuge. The sun was high and had not yet come into the village. During hours wandered through the woods, hiding from men Balfour sweeping the surroundings with sure, looking for her. It hurt to think that the soul Lord Murray really considered informant Beaton. Was also furious because if it were not unfounded suspicions, would not have been obliged to creep up Dubhlinn. Beyond the trees, rose the towers of the castle. None of his persecutors transpose the boundaries of the forest, fearing to be seen by members of the clan enemy. So just need to win a few meters and would be safe. Of course his plan had some small problems. Whatever ran, never exceed the speed of a horse. And a skilled archer not find the slightest difficulty to target it, although I did not believe Balfour had given orders to kill her. However, in recent days, he had taken many attitudes of which neither had thought capable. To complete, it would be seen running towards the Dubhlinn, evidence of their treason. Quickly, Maldie away the sadness and sought

comfort in the idea that he would soon expose to the world their innocence. Arming yourself with courage, threw himself on a rush headlong beyond the line trees, struggling to ignore the cries of his pursuers. Then a sudden silence. Panting, waited for the arrow that would tear her back, but nothing. Already next to the castle, turned to stare at those sent to capture her. For a long time, the three men just observed. Then resumed the path of Donncoill. Exhausted, Maldie wondered how he had the strength to finish what evil begun. Locate missing Eric and pluck it from with reluctance from Beaton, without both were discovered. - My child, what happened to you? With a weary smile, Maldie accepted the invitation to enter the old lady the tiny cottage. His appearance muddy and tattered undoubtedly shocked Eleanor, but there was no sign of reproach in the gray eyes, only concern. Vainly tried to smother Maldie bitterness. He was a traitor for being the point transform routine friend in chaos, contributing to the death of the chief of his clan. After bathing and changing clothes, sat at the table for a light meal, while the old lady put her up on the latest gossip Dubhlinn. - Are you dying to ask me questions, is not it? - Asked, noting how Eleanor kept quiet in the chair. - Yes, but I know how much you value your privacy - I'm sorry for having left without a word of thanks. - What else are you left with all those men harassing? - Have you noticed? - My eyes may be tired, but still see very well. Prayed so you find a safe place to stay, because here things only worsened. I begin to think that Lord Beaton really mad and that the disease it deforms the body also erodes the mind.

- I did not even know he was sick. - And a closely guarded secret. Milord fear all around him, and with good reason. There are many who aspire to these lands. - What did he do now? - Stole a child of the rival clan. If such an act was no longer shameful enough, this is the same child dropped the notorious death years ago. The Murray tried to rescue the boy, but unfortunately failed. - Tears thick slid down his face wrinkled. - I lost my beloved Robert that sad day. - Oh, dear, I'm sorry. Her husband was a good man. Who killed? Someone at the service of the Murray? - No. One of the mercenaries Beaton murdered by mistake. My poor Robert, aged and crippled, did not even have a sword to defend themselves and also thus was killed like a dog. Beaton curse and all its. Do not believe a Murray was capable of killing my husband in cold blood. - No, never - Maldie declared so emphatically that has awakened the suspicions of the villager. - Girl, you do not belong to the clan of the Murray, is not it? - This is a question I can answer with all sincerity. No, I belong to the clan of Murray. I am a Kirkcaldy, although bastard. Do not be afraid, you are not accepting an enemy. - Well, I would not mind, though fear for my life. Lord Beaton Murray identified a spy and tortured to death. He has since hanged two other "suspects" even without proof that they worked for Murray. You did not come here for a good time - continued Eleanor, dejected. - A black cloud hanging over us and we have no hope of salvation. Lord Beaton deserves only our hatred. How we respect a man who can leave a newborn death, and years later, kidnap him with the intention of turning it into rightful heir? The poor child will not live a day after the death of Beaton.

- What did he do to the boy? - Maldie asked, trying not to let transpire anxiety. - Sorcha, who works in the kitchen, said the boy did not feel intimidated and laughed when Lord Beaton called him son, prefer to be responding son Devil to have him as a father. When Beaton made a jibe about the old Lord Murray, the boy assaulted. In retaliation for daring, just beaten and thrown the dungeon, which should remain until regaining the "common sense". Apprehensive Maldie frowned. It worried her what would be the reaction of Eric stay if proven true identity of his father. - The boy okay? - Yes Lord Beaton Surely not want maimed or killed, only tame and meek. By the way, why are you so interested in the boy? Shrugging, Maldie busied himself cutting a thin slice of hard cheese. - It is impossible not to experience some sympathy for the boy. - I may be old, young lady, but my senses are still sharp. And my heightened sense of smell enough to smell a lie a few meters away. Eleanor raised her hand when Maldie started talking. - Just answer me one question. I find a hiding place for me? - Yes - Maldie smiled wistfully. - And I tell you more, let those who you trust to prepare to flee soon. At the slightest sign of trouble. - The Murray will try to rescue the child again. - I thought these things did not interest. want to hear all about it, - Actually, no. But being the curious old I am, I

despite knowing that sometimes it's safer knowing nothing. - Let me ask you just one question and need not answer it if you think of Somehow, eventually exposing themselves to danger. Where is the dungeon? While I the castle, I could not locate it. - There is a kind of secret door in the walls of the main hall, under a huge shield. - Eleanor Maldie held hands and squeezed them with

strength. - Be careful, dear. Be very, very careful. You are a brave girl, braver than any woman I have ever known before. And I met on numerous my long life. But courage can not only soften the blow of a sword. sneak with discretion, keep your pretty little head down and look no man eyes. Dali at one o'clock, as he headed for the gates Dubhlinn, Maldie mentally repeated the advice of Eleanor. Out sensible advice, but not could follow him. Simply went against his nature. The good lady had asked him to void, something he had never done before. Do not look a man in the eye? For not hesitate to spit in the face of one if this deserved. Keep your head down? After a brief access of shame still childhood, discovering the craft of mother-s retreated, but soon raised his head and refused to lower it to anyone else. Actually always had trouble keep your mouth shut, when I thought something needed to be said. Eleanor had acted with best of intentions to give those councils, however, would only be able to accept the part of "move with discretion." - Where have you been my prettiness? Upon hearing the familiar voice Maldie shuddered with revulsion. Dirty hands and Rude man held her arm, forcing her to face him. Never been the type of judge others by appearance, but knew from sad experience, that this guy was negligible inside and out. He was one of the reasons why Dubhlinn abandoned earlier than intended. - I am a herbalist. Where I'll call and sometimes the recovery patient is time consuming. - I wondered if you had run away from me. - Do not run away from nobody. - Oh, a girl brave. I like a little fire in my women. Maldie wanted to pull away, but his thick fingers and increased pressure on

her arm, preventing her from moving. - Do not have time to give attention now, sir. I came to see the Dubhlinn if anyone needs my services. - I need to. The woman hooked nose, which intervened in the conversation, tried push the man aside, but he remained adamant. Impatient, she gave a push, making him scream in pain and drop the prey. Before you depart, however, the thugs shot him a venomous look. - I do not think it is wise to irritate this creature - Maldie murmured, worried about what might happen to that lady tall and thin. - George will not do anything to me unless I catch myself in a corner dark, which surely will not let happen. He is afraid of my husband. - A peasant extended a bony hand. - I am Mary, Mrs. Kirkcaldy. - Why do you need me? - Maldie asked, shaking hands offered to him. - My son is sick. As they walked into the kitchen, Maldie questioned Mary about symptoms that the boy had. Probably just a cold, concluded pleased to be nothing serious. Treat the child would provide a great excuse to enter and exit the castle. The sooner localizes the secret passage led to the dungeon soon liberate Eric. The little boy, lying on a mattress in a small alcove at the back of huge kitchen was busy. Knowing that sleep was the best medicine for your unwell Maldie just did make an herbal tea. Within minutes, free stomach pain, the boy fell asleep. Given the gratitude of Mary, Maldie swore to himself give it a way to send her and her son to Eleanor's cottage, where both would be safe when Murray invade the castle. In the late afternoon, he had not had a chance to explore the main hall, returned to the village, his thoughts fixed on the mission embraced. Their difficulties

would be immense and the chance to be successful, at least. But would not bow to sense of failure. Not yet. Not without trying everything at your fingertips. Rather die than go back. Eric would not abandon to their fate, especially since the considered a brother. If Balfour actually had the informant Beaton undoubtedly would changed battle plans immediately after his escape, convinced that outside betrayed. So he did not know when, and how, Lord Murray intended to attack the castle. Eleanor Beaton stated that he did not want Eric killed or seriously injured. The villager also said that Mr. Dubhlinn was crazy. Would not dare to leave the boy in the hands of a madman. - Young lady, I was beginning to worry about you! - Eleanor exclaimed, opening the door of the cottage. - I had to deal with a little boy in the castle and I was late. Fortunately there is nothing seriously, just a cold. - You have the gift of healing people, girl. It is a gift from God. - And look at this the grateful mother of Thomas gave me. Maldie smiled at the pleasure of Eleanor at the mere sight of the cheese and meat salted pork. - You found something about the young Murray? - Still stuck in the dungeon, refusing to accept Beaton as a father. - Most people think that the disease of Lord Beaton is a punishment from God said the old villager. - Strange to me you have not been called to examine it, mainly because after trying all possible unguents, his skin gives the impression of continuing rotting. Certainly the news that there is a herbalist in the castle must have spread my lord and still find it impossible not to have it summoned. - No, my services were never requested by Mr. Dubhlinn. Or nobody remembered to tell Beaton about me, or him, the sight of me, decided that

'm not what you claim to be. This type of problem has happened to me a lot lately - Maldie muttered, thinking of Balfour. - Actually you seem even a girl, dear. Tiny and delicate. It is natural to people sometimes question the ability of someone so young. After all, it takes years of study to become a competent herbalist. - Yes, I know. And I still have much to learn. - Maldie rose slowly and stretched. - I think I'm going to bed now. The journey here was hard. I feel exhausted. To his astonishment, Eleanor also rose and hugged her tightly, her body slight trembling with fear. - Something wrong? Why are you so scared? - You always seemed to guess what I felt young lady. As if I could see the bottom of my heart. - In fact, I am intuitive. Does not take much foresight to notice how you're terrified. Why do we so afraid? Maybe I can help it. - I'm afraid of what you are about to do. - I do not understand - Maldie replied tensely. From the first moment, sought to be cautious, measuring every step and every word not to let their intentions. Still, Eleanor suspected something. And if others also distrusted the real motives that had brought her to the castle? - You are not required to prove anything to me, darling - the villager reassured Nor should feel distressed. I know that his presence is related to Dubhlinn Murray poor kid. Do whatever it takes to save him and know that never denounce. All I ask is for you to be careful. - I am always careful - she said gently. - I repeat, my dear, be very careful. And a dangerous situation. Suffered lot this year with the loss of my beloved Robert. Please, I could not bear to lose it as well. You are like a daughter to me.

Moved, Maldie hugged the old lady. Warmed her soul to know yourself loved by someone who had lived little. Created emotional bonds with Eleanor would never shared with her own mother. Because, unlike the beautiful Margaret Kirkcaldy, this simple peasant had a heart devoid of selfishness, a heart, months ago, was able to host a girl lonely, hungry and ragged. Yes, Margaret Kirkcaldy never bothered with anyone, even with the own daughter. Although it was a difficult truth to accept, Maldie forced to face her. Its mother loved her not. A single thing will interest: be covered with attention, praise and gifts by various lovers. There had always been in Margaret rancid one of bitterness, the seed undoubtedly planted by Beaton. With the passage of years, when his health began and Beauty to dissipate, attentive lovers were becoming rude men, with some coins to spend in coitus quick and impersonal. Then, the bitterness dominated Margaret completely. Now Maldie began to wonder if it had not been instructed to not kill Beaton to avenge the honour of the mother, but by wounded vanity. Away from the disquieting thoughts, Maldie face and kissed Eleanor deitouse. His mother could have the wrong lot after rejected, but the chief by his fall and disgrace remained Lord Beaton. If the infamous had not seduced and away from family, Margaret would certainly married a noble generated honoured and legitimate children, instead of being forced to sell their bodies to ensure survival. Part of him wanted to confess the whole truth Eleanor. Needed someone one to talk with whom to discuss their growing doubts about the reason for their mother to be sent on that mission for revenge. I would also talk about Eric. However, although he knew that the peasant would hear her sympathetically, preferred silence. If something went wrong, it was captured trying to save Eric and comply

the promise made to his mother, Eleanor wanted could swear, in all honesty, unaware of what was happening. Despite the extreme fatigue, Maldie cost to sleep, convinced that nothing would be the same after that night. Was determined to work the next day. Not only I knew it would be victorious, or absorb the gall of defeat. Chapter VIII Inside the huge kitchen, bordered on unbearable heat, the air filled with the smell of food and bodies without bathing, suffocated. Gently Maldie wiped sweat the boy's forehead. Hoped to find it much better. Little Thomas was not running serious risks, however it would take to recover those conditions. Eleanor appear anxious to receive Mary and the boy. It would be the perfect solution to your dilemma. Keep mother and child safe with the excuse now true, that would be better for the health of the child spend time outside the castle. - He will not die, will it? - Mary asked in a whisper, eyes teary. - Thomas is the only child I have left. God called the other three for sky. I pray that Thomas did not call too. - Calm down, the boy will not die. Sorry if my worried expression frightened. You just need to get him out, get him away from this infernal heat and that sickly smell. - But where can I get it? I spend my days and nights in the entire kitchen. - I have a friend in the village, recent widow named Eleanor. - I know who is though we hardly talk. - Eleanor host Thomas until you fully recover. It is a cottage cosy and very clean, surrounded by a garden. Your child can play outdoors when it is not raining. - It would be great and very nice of Eleanor welcome us. You even have sure will be welcome? - Absolute certainty. Take Thomas there ASAP and I promise you

the boy will soon be well. Maldie smiled when Mary immediately took the child in her lap and afastouse, murmuring words of thanks vehement. The health of his only son, without doubt came first, above any of its obligations. -Thrilled to witness such a demonstration of motherly love and, deep down, felt a little jealous. But no use whining so we never had. Should learn to control the hurt. When leaving the kitchen, he saw George Maldie outside the main hall. Nervous, tried to hide in a small alcove under the stairs. Since his arrival at castle, the man had been a nasty lurking. After two hours long trying to escape the unwanted advances, feared losing his head and take action that would later regret. - Why are you hiding in the shadows, girl? Cursing down, she turned to face the unknown high and friendly who suddenly appeared to his right. - I'm hiding that disgusting greasy. - She pointed to George. - Ah, yes, I understand your aversion. By the way, my name is Douglas. - Maldie - A brief handshake. - Should I continue with this exchange pleasantries and say it's a pleasure to meet you, but today would be a lie. I even Dubhlinn no less than forty-eight hours, and already I'm sick of men with his praise liars and fake smiles. - I have not praised - Douglas replied in good humor. Unarmed, she ended laughing. - Oh, a few words targeted enforcement and there goes a merciless blow in my foolish vanity. - Turning attention to George, complained: - Does not the scoundrel has no obligation to comply? - Yes, scream and draw his sword when our Lord feels

threatened. - Ah, the great lord of Dubhlinn. Have not seen it since I set foot in castle. - My lord does not show the face frequently. And the best, I think. - So he's really sick? I've heard rumours about. Maybe I can help you. 'm Herbalist. - And a very competent herbalist, I have heard. But Lord Beaton has no cure, girl. We know that it is not leprosy, but his skin is dreadful. To Sometimes there is a small improvement, but always reappear ulcers worse. It is as if the unfortunate were rotting inside. I doubt they go live long. The strange thing is that at the beginning, no one thought it would last as long. - How long is sick my lord? - Three years. - So maybe it's just a skin disease, not something more serious. If it suffer from a disease fatal, already dead. For a moment Maldie wondered if the sudden sense of relief came from some feeling absurd that might bear by Beaton. No, he decided firmly. Although the idea of killing him began to disgust her, not seen as a father figure, or as someone who deserved respect. The relief was due, rather, to make sure we could try fulfil the promise made to his mother. There would be killing a dying man, or a creature too weak to defend themselves. - Why is the health of the Lord Beaton interests? - I am a herbalist. You warrior, no? Weapons and battles are not matters interest him forever? Therefore, it is natural for me to want to know things related to my craft. - It is true. But beware, girl. This is not a good time to do Dubhlinn many questions. - Douglas pointed to the door. - See her admirer undesirable gone.

When Maldie found himself, Douglas also was gone, as silently as appeared. Though he considered it somewhat mysterious, menacing and not extort had thought her wise counsel. Other people might misinterpret your curiosity. Upon entering the large hall, Maldie stalled. No one was there. To heart pounding, decided to act, as if rehearsing a convincing explanation was caught trying to reach the dungeon. However, the push to put that thought lead to the secret passage, someone left a dark alcove, surprising her. - Ah, the young village herbalist _ growled a rough voice. - Do not think I have sent for her to take care of my prisoners. Very slowly, turned Maldie A tall, thin man walked in your direction, followed, another even more tall and thin. It was not difficult to conclude that Lord Beaton was the one who had sent the word. The description given by his mother's noble seduced her had proved futile, Maldie found. The current Beaton seemed to hold no resemblance to twenty years ago. The skin taut and full of pustules made it even more ugly and old, blue eyes, having lost the glow, almost disappeared under the eyelids and run into reddish. Her hair, brown and bulky before, were just now sparse tufts dirty white. Only the body of Beaton retained its strength and elegance that her mother mentioned. The disease which was destroying his skin had not yet reached the muscles, which will allowed to move with agility. However, perhaps Eleanor had been right when he said that Beaton seemed to be rotting, his evil nature manifesting externally for everyone to see what it was actually. - I heard the boy downstairs had to be punished - she replied, struggling to keep his voice calm, free from hatred that was boiling inside. How injuries are common in these cases, thought about going to offer a balm for wounds.

- How much kindness. - Beaton bent to examine it closely. - Who is you, girl? - Maldie Kirkcaldy. - The fetid breath caused her cravings. - What is the reason for their presence in Dubhlinn? - I'm an herbalist, my lord. Well as minstrels, traveling in the exercise of my profession. They soothe our ears and relieve the pain of our souls with songs while I relive physical pain with my ointments. - Never liked the whimpers of minstrels. Kirkcaldy? I think have heard this name before. Where are you from? Maldie clenched his fists, struggling not to succumb to anger. The jerk even recognized the clan name of the maiden seduced and abandoned. Margaret never forgotten, but have not saved Beaton showed no recollection of what had given him a daughter. - I belong to the clan Kirkcaldy, Dundee. - Noting the sudden tension in the face Rider accompanying Beaton, Maldie realized that the revelation of their origin provoked repercussions. She remembered her mother mention a tall, thin man, Beaton who followed like a shadow. I had no doubt it was the same, their front, which now analysed with redoubled attention. Apparently did not have much chance to discover the whereabouts of Eric later that day decided. I should just concentrate on getting out of the living room and, if possible, without raise suspicions about their true intentions. Therefore, it became vital not to give the fury that could lead her to commit a blunder and end up dead. - I've been in Dundee, no, Calum? - Beaton asked the rider, without taking Maldie eyes. - Years ago? - Yes Twenty years ago, maybe a little more. Remained in the region over a certain period, my lord. - Ah. - Beaton smiled, exposing rotten teeth. - So you're one of my bastard?

There was no reason to deny, especially since Calum have it made clear recognized. - Yes I am the daughter of Margaret Kirkcaldy, a maiden seduced and noble you abandoned. - Margaret? I met many women with that name in the world. As more to watch, girl, I remember most of one or another detail, because you look like his mother. I confess that there are a lot of memories sharp, because I have not met a woman who deserves something besides a good intercourse and a hasty goodbye. Maldie needed to draw on all his self-control not to slap him. Considering the state of the skin, raw, even a mild slap would cause terrible agony. Never felt like this, so full of anger, so inclined to blind violence. However, a remnant of common sense insisted not be worth succumbing to hatred. In this circumstance, only she would lose out on a possible confrontation with Beaton. Its mother wanted the infamous dead, and now found himself wishing make it suffer the pains of Hell, before sending it to the afterlife. - So speaks a man who has only his thoughts turned to the pleasures carnal. Sign that you lack wisdom. Calum raised his hand to strike her, but Beaton prevented him from completing the gesture with a single glance. - You came here looking for money? Want to fill your bag with my money just because we have the same blood? - I would not touch the money even if you were lying in the gutter dyin starvation. And you do not have enough money in their coffers to absolve him of all their crimes. - Your Mistake. You can solve many problems, and overcome most difficulties with money. - Not this time. - No? His mother was dying to get my hands on my fortune, in fact, as

any prostitute. - My mother was not a whore when you away from family and destroyed. You lied to her, cheated on her with promises they never intended to keep and then left shamed and penniless when she gave him the son he wanted. Seeing him shake his head, tufts of filthy hair partially covering postulant forehead, Maldie experienced a strange pleasure on the sinister figure. Not only believed to be the physical decomposition of the result Beaton justice divine, such as rot, interior and exterior, helped to keep the distance Emotional necessary to consider it not as the biological father, but an old black soul and body infectious. Except in mind, this was not the man his mother described so often, the man who had loved Margaret Kirkcaldy and who handed. - I'm afraid a hard truth to tell, girl - said Beaton. - Caution - Maldie warned coldly, be sure to explode. If the bastard kept insulting his mother, execute his revenge at any cost, without bothering to pay with their lives. - You do not have the right to belittle my mother. I will not allow disrespect her memory. - You will not let me? - Beaton laughed. - Do you dare to threaten me? My heart is tight with fear. - You have no heart. Only a man without a soul would treat my mother as ruthlessly as you treated her. - I treated her mother as she deserved. Margaret Kirkcaldy had warm blood and little judgment. I cannot be blamed for their folly. If she told you not know that I was married, it vowed to ignore the difference between words spoken at the height of passion and true, then fool you lied. Never offered her marriage, and even then, she abandoned the family to follow me. Oh, Margaret could still be a virgin when slept together for the first time, but already had the instinct of a prostitute. Surrendered

me without hesitating to exchange a few gifts and compliments. And be loved desvirginada. I rarely slept with a woman so ardent, so thirsty. Beaton was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on Maldie. - I bet that your mother did not regret my departure for long and soon became involved with other men. Believe what you want, girl, swallow all the lies his mother if it makes happy, but do not come and blame me for all their problems. If I had some guilt, was only to show Margaret what she really was. An insatiable whore. Before Beaton finished speaking, Maldie already had the knife in position attack, forgetting that it was just a little boy facing two knights armed with swords. No longer mattered consequences. Beaton did not remain unpunished after insults to the memory of his mother. Damn tried to evade any responsibility, blaming only the misfortunes you Margaret happened. Deep down, Maldie recognized to be furious that Beaton had set in words always suspected something and was afraid to face because of the feeling of guilt. To pounce on the enemy, Calum intercepted by posting up in front of his you as a shield. Beaton, however, was not even a little worried. On the contrary, seemed to have fun with the situation. - You have my temper, girl - he said, smiling. - It is almost a pity that there has been born a man. - Ah, yes, I am more a failure in its unbridled quest for an heir. And you always blame their wives for not giving him a son, is not it? Why never crossed his mind that perhaps the blame is yours? Maybe your seed be too weak to produce a boy. As expected, the furious comment Beaton, as most men, believed to be a sign of weakness to generate a girl. One of the infamous would attack her, Maldie prepared to receive it. Evading the wide cuffs, managed, in one swift movement, wound him in the arm and

draw blood. Calum immediately grabbed her wrists, pinning her. - You just made a terrible mistake, girl. A fatal error Beaton growled, his features distorted with hatred. - My only mistake was not to bury the dagger in your heart black. - Would you kill your own father? There was shock and horror in her voice deliberately cruel, only curiosity and some admiration. Beaton undoubtedly saw nothing wrong with the idea of someone killing his own father. - Yes, I promised my mother on her deathbed, do you not more escape justice. The face deformed by Beaton was illuminated by the shadow of a smile. - As I said, it's a shame you do not pass a girl. - Does your twisted mind cannot think of anything but heirs? - A man needs a son. Maldie felt overcome by a profound sense of failure. Beaton never understand the perversity of their behaviour, would never know how much deeply hurt women and children who used only by rejecting be female. And if it were not so sick surely continue pursuing any-tail skirt, in the rush to produce a male heir. - So, desperate for not producing an heir, though lie with half of women in Scotland, you just stealing a descendant of Murray. - She laughed bitterly. - Do you really think the world will believe the child is his son? - Yes, the boy is the son of my wife. Ah, now I understand why you was trying to get closer to the boy. You work for Murray, no? Betray me was part of the original plan? - Who are you to call me a traitor, in his lifetime did another

nothing but betray those around you? And if it were not so sick, would still be cheating on a woman after another, without any remorse. - You give a lot of value to what is nothing more than mere carnal pleasures. What can I come to do or not, in the near future, it will tell you more about it. - And so? - Maldie asked a chill running through it from top to bottom. You will become a monk? - No. I will become his executioner. At dusk the day of the fair, you will be hanged. - Are you afraid that distractions are not promoted by the minstrels enough to entertain your clan? - We will see if you continue to give this leash sharp tongue when the rope is passed around his neck target. And, considering his anxiety is meet my son Eric, I decided to answer it. Calum, take my little killer bastard to the dungeon and put it in cell Eric. Without sketching reaction Maldie let himself be led down the narrow hallway and dark praying that Balfour attack Dubhlinn soon. The day of the show seemed perfect for Beaton be defeated. Cursing under his breath, Douglas escaped from the main hall without the saw. Maldie aroused his curiosity and now know why. The young man had come to kill Beaton. Almost did not believe his eyes when he saw her attacking him. Unfortunately not been able to hear the dialogue between the two. The girl could have both reasons Personal wanting to destroy Beaton as well be working for others, as the lord of Donncoill, for example. No, Douglas decided. Balfour never send a woman on a mission as dangerous, never take charge of another person murders his worst enemy. Instinct Balfour told her it needed to be put together with these latest developments. When slip Dubhlinn, Douglas was convinced there even arrived time to go home. After Malcolm was discovered and hanged, the

situation in the castle had become tense and unpredictable. While taking the path of Donncoill he thought did not settle down until I imagined a means of freeing the young man who valiantly tried to kill Beaton. - Douglas? - Balfour, who had just returned from a ride, dismounted Immediately upon hearing the information transmitted by wheels. - What is Douglas doing here? Beaton the unmasked? - I have not had chance to talk to the boy - explained the master weapons, accompanying the head towards the castle. - I swear to God, the underdog seems to have been running Dubhlinn, such his exhaustion. I sent the following stops main hall and have a drink while I came for you, sir. - I only hope that through the information brought by Douglas, we are not forced to cancel plans for tomorrow. - I agree. Our plans are good and have a chance of success. Would disappointing postpone them. Walking from one side to the other, covered in mud from head to toe, Douglas showed there faced an arduous journey. - Sit - Balfour instructed. - Just look at him to realize the extent of his weariness. - I really am so tired, my lord, I am afraid to sit down and fall asleep before to tell you everything you need. - Do you think Beaton suspected his true identity? asked James. - I think not. Damn acted quickly to find out who was Malcolm. I imagine that if he suspected me, I'd be dead by now. - So what brought Donncoill with such urgency? - Balfour insisted. - Perhaps Beaton is not on the verge of death, as is the general belief - Douglas has to serve up a cup of cider, though still refusing to sit. - But all claim he is languishing. There are times we hear rumours

about his impending death. - Oh, yes, I know. I had a very enlightening conversation with a herbalist in Dubhlinn. I understood that Beaton's disease was fatal, he still alive after three years. According to the explanations of the girl, it is only a skin blemish, with alternating periods of improvement and worsening. - You spoke personally with the herbalist? - Asked Balfour Drive strain. - Yes, a beautiful young girl. - From black hair and green eyes? - And I saw. It Maldie Kirkcaldy. - I remember hearing her say her first name only. She also me told to be hosted at the home of an elderly widow, this second visit to Dubhlinn. It curious you have known her, my lord. - Maldie Kirkcaldy Donncoill been in for a few days and then ran back to his master, Beaton. - What makes you think that the young herbalist works to Beaton, sir? - It came out of nowhere and stayed with us long enough to find our secrets and report the Beaton. - Do you think Maldie returned to Kirkcaldy Dubhlinn to betray us? - Yes What else could I think? - Although my lord has come to the obvious conclusion, think again. The girl is not ally Beaton. - How can you be so sure? - Balfour struggled not to fill hopes, knowing that in their desperation to grab any explanation can Maldie exempt from blame. - Oh, I'm pretty sure, sir. The beautiful girl was not Dubhlinn to help the old Beaton but to kill him. The Haunting Balfour was such that for a moment, the air escaped from her - My Lord describes it as if he had seen.

lungs. And the amazement of James was not behind. - She told him the reason which led to Dubhlinn? - Asked by Balfour Finally, not yet recovered from the shock. - More than that. I saw her trying to stick a dagger in the heart of the scoundrel with my own eyes. - Why? - I'm afraid I cannot tell you. I watched the scene from a distance, hidden in a alcove. I only know that after exchange of harsh words and insults, something about betrayal cruel, the girl shouted that Beaton would not escape justice and the well-deserved punishment. At first I thought that the herbalist was serving some enemy Beaton now I think it's a matter of personal revenge. - Is she dead? - Balfour feared to hear the answer. - Yet. - Maldie Kirkcaldy tried to kill the lord of Dubhlinn. Why was not executed on the spot by Beaton, or one of his men? - The girl will be hanged on the day of the fair. I had hopes that we could do something to help her. - And we - Balfour said, forcing himself to contain the impulse from to Dubhlinn immediately. - We will attack the enemy castle tomorrow. Now go take a shower and rest, boy. - Not long before our departure. - But there is enough time for you to feed and sleep. When Douglas retired from the hall, Balfour poured himself a glass of wine strong and drank it to the last drop. Enough Maldie imagine climbing the steps of the scaffold to feel the edge of panic. - I forgot to ask where Douglas Maldie arrested - he muttered agitated. - You forgot to ask many things, but do not worry. Yet

no time to get all the necessary information. You did the right thing by sending Douglas rest. The poor guy is so exhausted, that probably does not remember important details about Dubhlinn. He must be alert to ride us tomorrow. Balfour massaged his stiff neck, stunned by recent events. - I'm afraid I have lost the ability to reason the instant Douglas Beaton told us that you want to hang Maldie. One moment I have blamed us betrayed, in the other, I was informed that she will be hanged for trying to kill Beaton. By Maldie that try to kill this man? - Only she knows. The reasons could be many and no use wanting guess what led her to take this extreme attitude. - I fear that I may be the reason. - No. You did not ask to go to Dubhlinn stick a knife in the heart of scoundrel. - It is true. But being accused of cheating on me, working for Beaton against nodes. Perhaps Maldie have thought that was the only way to save his honour, to prove his innocence. - That young man is no fool, my lord. There are many ways less risky to prove themselves innocent. - Maldie is smart, but human. Intelligence not always prevent us acting so foolish. Sometimes we launch an insane adventure without measure without realizing the consequences and extent of risks. - Maybe. Only Maldie can give us the explanation we seek. Restamnos just guesses to talk with her. - Therefore, it is better we win tomorrow. We have to break free and Eric Maldie rid Lace gallows. I ask God to be both in dungeon Dubhlinn because when the battle starts, that will be the safest place in the castle. Groping, Maldie wandered the dark cubicle until your foot bump in

cot. Slowly, she sat up. After a few seconds when his eyes accustomed to the dense gloom, he saw a figure. - How are you Eric? Damn it hurt much? - How do you know who I am? - Returned the boy, with a mixture of fear, anger and curiosity. - I just arrived from Donncoill. - My brothers sent a girl to help me? - Cautious Eric sat down beside Maldie in filthy cot. - No, they never would. Perhaps you are part of an elaborate trick by Beaton. The scoundrel plans to use it to convince me to abandon my clan. - No, not that. Beaton just thought I would like to meet you before be hanged tomorrow. - Imagine tomorrow terrified, but not yield to fear. That boy needed someone to send him calm and strength now not a cellmate hysterical. For several seconds the Maldie studied. Eric was indeed beautiful. Hairs clear framed a face still infantile traits, but where have you guessed the lines of manly beauty. The eyes also clear, in no way reminiscent of Murray. Actually, Eric did not look like any of the brothers, nor with Beaton. Therefore, should have the physical characteristics inherited from the mother. If it determined the existence of the signal on your shoulder, would not have doubts about the identity of the boy's father. Just do not know if I should inform you of the sad reality. - Why will hang her? - Why try to kill Beaton. - Why? - Promised my dying mother. She swore me to find and kill him Beaton to avenge her. The scoundrel seduced and then abandoned penniless, with a newborn child to support. - You are the daughter of Beaton?

- Yes, one of his numerous daughters rejected. Ah, I see that shocked Maldie muttered, realizing the wonder boy. - I know that the idea of killing father really sounds shocking, but I had never seen that man today, and of course, does not dedicate any affection. Beaton is a complete stranger to me, although a little voice inside insist on saying that it was his seed that bore me. - Yes, it is frightening to imagine a child trying to kill his father, but was not What shocked me most. What horrified me was his mother had asked him to commit such sin. - Beaton dishonoured my mother, maiden noble and chaste. I grew up listening to stories of how he threw the mud. - I understand, but it was up to her revenge on the crime of which he thought himself the victim. Its mother should ever have made her swear to kill his own father. Excuse me if my opinion you do not like, but that's how I think. To plunge the soul of a daughter mortal sin, his mother, of course, had become a woman too bitter. - Really - Maldie agreed saddened because the boy's words expressed the unvarnished truth. - Since my childhood, she kept saying that was up to me to clear his name, wash your honour. - She raised her to kill Beaton? The question hit her like a thunderbolt. Eric was not being disrespectful. Only expressed with sincerity typical of those who have a pure character and mail. The boy was right. With a simple question, he expounded what ever tried not to see. Now incarcerated in the dungeon of Dubhlinn, waiting time his execution, had no strength to ignore the truth. From the day of his birth, his mother had raised her to wield the sword of justice and play the role the avenger, role Margaret Kirkcaldy, cowardly, chosen not to interpret. His mother never considered the consequences of his selfish attitude, never thought in

dangers to which the only daughter would be subjected. No, do not continue deluding themselves, seeking justification for what he knew to be wrong. Consumed by hatred for Beaton, his mother had not bothered with what could turn out to happen to him, since Beaton was punished. If the daughter fail and die, or if consummated revenge and carry the soul for all eternity, the stain of killing his own father, not care less about that woman. - Yes - Maldie admitted so distressed that he could not even cry. - She created me to kill Beaton. - I'm sorry. - Eric touched her lightly on the shoulder, offering her comfort. I did not want to talk about things that strike him. - You did not hurt me, boy. My mother did. I'm too tired, and close other death, to keep lying to myself. In my heart, I always knew the truth. Just decided to ignore it. Maybe I brought forward the Beaton mission to kill because they did not conform to have been left alone with my mother. Maybe I wanted to blame him for being who she was. And also, it is a man deserves to die - Maldie added softly. - You fought with all his strength, no? - The boy smiled, pointing tears for the dress. - Unfortunately not enough. Maldie noticed the exact moment when the sign on his shoulder, visible under the torn tissue, become evident. Eric stiffened, his face troubled. For someone so clever, the implications were obvious. - You also have one of those, no? - She asked sympathetically. - Yes, I thought having inherited it from my mother. - The harsh tone showed that the boy would not accept the truth easily. And what person in their right mind, would discover the son of a demon made Beaton, after spending years believing belong to a loving family and caring? - I'm sorry - Maldie said, barely holding back tears.

- I'd rather be a Murray - Eric murmured shakily and muffled. - You can continue to be. Nobody needs to know that. A single person saw my mark and thought vaguely familiar, but cannot remember where he saw another equal. There is a good chance we keep secret. Especially because they do not know my true identity. - And that person would be my brother Nigel? - No, Balfour. - Repairing surprised expression on the boy's Maldie hastened to add: - He is a handsome man, you know? - Oh, yes, I know. But Nigel is who always won all women. - Eric sighed and covered his face with his hands. - Of course, neither is more my brother. - No blood. Perhaps it is still too early to have fun with ironies of fate, but Beaton believed to have kidnapped the bastard son of the wife, and preparing to force the world to swallow a lie, when, in fact, only recovered the only legitimate child who never generated. - Yes, it is too early to have fun with this sad irony. Not to be son of Beaton. That rabid dog aims to turn me in your image and likeness. - You will never be like him. - Who can say so with certainty? If the damn myself to death watch of mankind, as it forced me to watch Malcolm, I can finish into a monster. Horrified, Maldie wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulders. Known that Malcolm had been tortured with sadistic refinements, and Eric imagine watching the scene cut her heart. Only someone with a deformed soul would impose such a thing child. - Should I tell the truth Balfour and Nigel. - As I said, it is not mandatory to do so. - He respected the honesty of

Eric, but wondered if he understood the extent of the suffering it would cause you and other. - I really have to tell them. I could not stare them in the eyes hide this secret. I wish I could send them a message now, before risk their lives trying to rescue me. Is not just a Murray, and their allies die trying to save me, a Beaton, from the hands of his own father. - Nothing would make them give up to save him, even hatred between the two clans have crossed decades. - No one should ever regret speaking the truth - Eric insisted, despite realizing any doubt in tone Maldie. - Yes, but sometimes the truth hurts others. His sincerity is admirable. Soon you learn that not everyone wants to hear the truth. Some people get angry to hear it, others hurt. Sometimes it is best to tell parts of truth. Well, I know it does not seem very comforting at the moment, but if Murray reject, you still have me. We are brothers. - It would help a lot if you were not on the verge of death. Oh, God - Eric exclaimed, grabbing hands Maldie. - Excuse me, I spoke without thinking. I never should have said something so cruel. - Do not worry. I do not plan to die by hanging for armed Beaton. - Do you have a plan to escape? - I had to be locked inside. Now I'll need a new draw. - Not to sound pretentious, but if there was a way to escape the dungeon, I would have discovered. - Maybe. However this would not be the first time I could escape a place heavily guarded. After all, escaped Donncoill in similar circumstances. - I would wonder why my brother Balfour locked her in a room and put a guard watching her? - Yes, it could.

- And you could not answer, is not it? - Eric returned with a brief smile. - Just answer me then. Who are you? - Maldie Kirkcaldy - Beaton said, appearing suddenly on the other side of iron bars. - What a touching scene. The bastard son of my wife and my daughter bastard united against me. It will be a short friendship. - You cannot hang her. - Eric stood in front of Maldie, as wanted to protect her with his own body. - Yes I can, boy. - She's just a girl. - Able to handle a sharp dagger. The unfortunate tried to kill me, boy. He tried to kill his own father. Until the Church approve of this hanging. - As if you cared about the opinion of the Church - Maldie replied, leaving behind Eric. - You should have been excommunicated years ago. - Do not worry about my soul, daughter. Did penance and confessed all my sins. - I think this will not suffice for salvation, because you are the type that deserves suffer the tortures of hell. - You will be experiencing the before me. For those who almost made the mortal sin to kill his own father, the absolution given by the priest, is the only thing that can save her from the fire of hell. It's a shame there is not a priest in Dubhlinn to hear it. - Do not forget that I'll be waiting in hell. Waiting for him forward to make him pay for all his crimes. - You have to get a priest to Maldie, Beaton - Eric intervened. It is the blood of your blood. - Yes, and a lot like me, in spite of not wanting to admit it. However, the small Maldie still needs a lot of training to get to my level. After all, I did not fail when I went back to my father.

- He killed his own father - Eric explained Maldie when Beaton retired. - That's what I thought, considering the way looked like the quiet my attack. - God, how I hate that man. How abhor the idea of being his son. The strange thing is that I keep feeling a Murray, not a Beaton. - Just as I feel like a Kirkcaldy. Not distress, boy. Thank the heaven for not having been created by Beaton. The Murray raised him well and you will be a good boss for this clan, after the death of Beaton. - I do not know if I will become master of Dubhlinn. 'm Legitimate son of Beaton But everyone here I consider only the bastard child of my mother. And now there I'm not one Murray. No family, no friends. - Never forget you have me. And also his mother's family. Although many do not have as the legitimate son of Beaton, no one has ever denied that you are the only son of his mother. - I'm confused. I've always been a Murray and do not know if I know no longer. - You always have something of Murray ingrained in your skin and in your soul. Why the concern? - I'm afraid that I do not accept more when they know my true origin. I need to talk as soon as possible with Balfour and Nigel. I need to put a end this agony. - Have faith in your new sister, boy. I know a trick or two that we help to get out of here. - Can I help you? - Yes Pray that I can develop a smart plan, that their brothers decide to come rescue him soon.

Chapter IX

The fair attracts a crowd in Dubhlinn considerable - Balfour remarked, adjusting the sword under the hood while walking through the narrow streets and bustling. They had party Donncoill before dawn, the journey lasts no having diminished whatsoever enthusiasm for the next battle. Everyone was eager to pay for Beaton humiliation imposed on them weeks ago. Nigel, commanding a large group, waiting on the hill by the sign of attack. Another gang has had mingled with villagers and headed to the castle gates. - Yes - Douglas agreed. - The production of fields and pastures Dubhlinn usually abundant. - However people seem hungry and unhappy. - Because the bastard does not share it collects with its people. - Douglas pointed to an elderly lady, accompanied by a younger woman and a boy. - That is the widow who welcomed Maldie. I do not think you will regret the death of his lord for a long time. After all, were soldiers who killed her husband Beaton crippled. - Maybe we should not talk about the impending death of Beaton as freely - James whispered cautiously. - Indeed. It is better to move on to the entrance of the castle. You can see if our men have approached the gates? - No - replied James, smiling contentedly. - What's a good sign. Because if cannot distinguish them in the crowd, nor our enemies can. - Sure. - Balfour laughed and shook his head. - I'm as nervous as one page in his first battle. - Suddenly, he stopped the whole body rigid. Soon Ahead, on the outskirts of the village stood the scaffold. If they failed in their investee against Dubhlinn, Maldie would soon climb those stairs. From the moment that Douglas had spoken to him about the fate of the herbalist, had to be tortured by terrible thoughts. Would be to blame for her

having tried to kill Beaton? Would be indirectly responsible for the tragedy that had struck on the young? Nothing that James and Nigel had told pacify this fear. No one, so far, been able to suggest a reasonable explanation for the attitude of Maldie except the desire to prove his innocence. Balfour could be doing everything in their power to save it from the clutches of Beaton. The guilt still consumindoo. Only forgiveness Maldie give him peace. - Come - James pulled him by the arm - the girl will not be hanged up we keep quiet and obey our plan. At the end of the day, we have to our side, safe and sound. - How can you be so sure? Did developed the gift of premonition? - Despite knowing that James did not deserve his sarcasm, the dread of failure and anguish of losing a loved one whom were leaving bad mood. - No - returned the weapons master, very quiet. - Only know Maldie. Although noble birth, she is sly like a peasant and know if keep safe. - That lady is watching us - whispered Douglas. - What lady? - Questioned him Balfour. - To this Eleanor, who welcomed Maldie at his chalet. - Do you think Maldie told you anything? - Maybe. For the poor villager seek a place to hide during the battle. - Do you believe that the old peasant will sound the alarm? - Doubt - Douglas said emphatically. - After all, were the mercenaries Beaton the cause of her widowhood. And Beaton never done anything to ensure the safety and happiness of his people. Therefore, it is natural that does not deserve loyalty. - We can start the attack, my lord - the weapons master murmured when finally arrived at the castle gates.

- Our men are already assembled? - Yes All those needed to ensure that the doors are not closed before we are able to enter. We must attack in silence, or roaring? - Oh let us shout aloud, James. I want you to listen Beaton death if approaching. Tearing the cover, Balfour drew his sword as he threw up high the battle cry of his clan. Upon seeing a significant number of their already infiltrated the courtyard he experienced for the first time, the sweet taste of victory. However, if no save Eric and Maldie, no victory would be worthwhile. Maldie observed the sentry posted outside the cell surreptitiously. Despite hungry look, the infamous would not dare touch it. No man in Dubhlinn up dare lay a finger on her daughter Beaton, even though she condemned to die there a few hours. By then, Eleanor has also know the fate that waiting. He only hoped that the good woman did not commit a blunder, venturing to try to save her. Full of tenderness, Maldie looked at Eric, who was dozing on the cot unclean. Both had talked all night, until the simple exhaust those forced to shut up. The boy was still devastated, unable to accept as a Beaton E also afraid of how those who always considered his brothers would become treat it. Unfortunately there was nothing we could do to help him overcome the pain and afraid, but at least he felt that the boy saw her now as a real sister. Eric shown to possess all the qualities that people Donncoill not tired of decanting. Intelligence, generosity, wisdom, despite the few years. He was proud to have him as a brother and prayed that Balfour and Nigel also thought as well. Such concerns became secondary before the urgent need escape Dubhlinn. Why cannot draw up a new plan, decided to use the same ploy which earned him to escape Donncoill. And decided not to let Eric aware

their intentions, so that the boy acted more naturally. Taking a deep breath, Maldie put his hands on his belly and started moaning loud and squirm. Instantly Eric woke pale face showing concern. - What is happening with the girl? - The guard asked, leaning the grids. - I do not know - the boy replied, distressed. - Maldie, you're feeling some pain? What's wrong? - I'm on my monthly period. I need the help of a servant. Blushing furiously, Eric turned to the sentry. - You have to bring a woman to help her. - Why? - Returned the big man, stepping back as Maldie were transmitting the plague. - Because she is in great pain, idiot. Why can die if not helping. - Who cares? After all, the girl is climbing the steps of the scaffold in a matter of hours. Maldie swore softly. Not considered this complication. In Donncoill, nobody really wanted to hurt her and out easy to get help. There, everyone knew their hanging imminent and the needs of a convicted would not be taken into consideration. - I think Beaton will want her breathing when hanging - said Eric, a tone firm and resolute. - If you do not move to help her, will steal your Sir pleased to see her squirm through. So get moving. Bring a woman to help her. Moments later the guard away, Maldie sat on the cot and stared at the boy, that looked full of distress. - I'm not sick - reassured him quickly, knowing he should not

wasting precious minutes with explanations consuming. - It was so escaped Donncoill. He will bring a servant, and to unlock the cell, we are ready to attack you. - But it will be two against two. The guard is big and strong, while you and I are not very high. - Are we two against him. The servant does nothing. Just have to prevent it from slipping away and sound the alarm. - I understand. - Good, because the sentinel is returning. Actually, Maldie wished they had enough time to develop a plan more detailed. Neither knew, really, how the other would act. It would take a good dose of luck to win freedom. Taking a deep breath, resumed staging of excruciating pain. Eric was a boy smart, which had been proved during the hours spent together. Trust the instincts of the boy. The door was open and Maldie heard the light steps of a maid. Then the cry of guard. Without missing a beat, he got up and, taking advantage of the distraction of the girl, struck her in the jaw with a punch, just as he had Jennie. And exactly as happened with Jennie, a young man collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Eric clung to the man's back as a child tenacious arms slender tight around the wide neck, long legs to gird the waist. The guard, committed to get rid of the discomfort, threw himself against the iron bars violently, trying to hurt those who held it behind. The pallor Eric made it clear not withstand much more to attack. Summoning all his strength, Maldie punched the bully on the chin, while Eric increased the pressure on the neck enlarged. Panting, the guard hesitated, Maldie become the hit it on the chin. This time, the punch had the desired effect. When falling, the man's head hit the stone floor with a bang. - Are you okay? - She asked anxiously, rushing to the side of the boy. - There is a single part of my body that is not aching, but will

pass - he replied, rubbing his arms terribly scratched. - A little water to clean the wounds would help. - True, but I'm afraid that will have to wait. - Slowly Maldie flexed sore fingers of the right hand. Would soon be bruised, but at least not fractured any bones. - It was a tough opponent to be killed. - You think he's dead? By fall, hit his head with great force in ground. Slowly Maldie approached the major inert and checked his vitals. The pulse remained strong and rhythmic. - He's fine, do not worry. Now come on, you better not lose more one minute. Moving with difficulty, because every muscle in his body protested, Eric left the cell. - We'll lock these two? - Of course - answered Maldie, closing the cell door and throwing the key huge away. - We cannot be sure about how long our friends will be resting. I just wish there was another way to run away from here - Whispered, approaching the stone steps leading to the main hall. - Probably there is a secret known only by Beaton deduced Eric, taking the lead. - Someone with so many enemies need an outlet alternative escape. Too bad I did not have the opportunity to discover it and we will now be obliged to take the risk of following this path. Suddenly, the boy halted eyes wide. - Something wrong? - Maldie climbed the last few steps hurriedly, the heart to point out the mouth. - I think we no longer have to worry about who will be our waiting on the other side of the door - muttered Eric, tense. The sounds coming from the main hall left no doubt as to its nature.

Although muffled, the clang of swords and groans of the wounded were easily recognizable. - There's been a battle inside the castle. You think it's Balfour? - It is better to pray to be because if other enemies Beaton continue peril. - Carefully Maldie pushed the heavy door wood and peered inside the room. No one was there, despite the noises become even clearer. No doubt the battle happened at a nearby location. So she heard a cry of war, and his soul was filled with joy. By the look on Eric, was clear that he also recognized the cry Exuberant Murray. A few hours ago, suggested the boy pray that both succeeded escape the cell and that Balfour chose to attack that day. He remembered had made the suggestion in a tone almost as a joke, so hopeless he felt. God heard their prayers and target them smiled benevolently. Of course even was not the time to let rocked by the certainty of success, to judge in security because it remained inside the castle. Undoubtedly Balfour had chances considerable gain victory after having transposed the walls of Dubhlinn but enemies surrounded them on all sides. Would only be truly safe when reached the camp of the Murray. - It is Balfour. The Murray managed to cross the walls this time. Victory is ensured. We are free! - He exulted Eric, laughing and hugging Maldie. - I think I should ask you to pray more often - she joked, smiling back. So, grabbed him by the arm, preventing him from advancing the hall desert. - But are the Murray outside in the courtyard. We're safe now. - Just be safe unless we encounter someone desperate struggling to save his own skin. We must proceed with caution because there know what, or who, lies between us and freedom. - Everyone always said you were a girl smart - growled a voice

unpleasant. Feeling the blood run cold in the veins, Maldie turned to face George that, sword in hand, then stood as a barrier between Eric and salvation. - It seems that I should listen to her more often - whispered boy. - Clearly you usually hit in their predictions. - Well, this time I really wanted to have me fooled. - Oh, George - Maldie said, forcing herself to smile. - So you came up surrender to us? - Render me? - Yelled the bumpkin, approaching apace. - Vim kill her, his black-haired witch. It's all your fault! - My fault? How can such an absurdity? I am a simple woman. I cannot command an army. - No? You reached Dubhlinn and for the first time in thirteen long years, Murray went through our gates. Everything seems very clear to me. It's your fault! Maldie prayed to snag the attention of the mercenary for some time, thus allowing that Eric moved away slowly. As can be retain the interest of George, to make him talk, the boy would take a chance attitude before it ran out dead. Although he was not sure what a boy Could someone from the size of George, was willing to give Eric opportunity to act. And if they were lucky truly a Murray go in there at any moment and save them. - Come on, George, I do not think you are seeing things with clarity - Maldie continued noting that Eric was approaching weapons exposed in wall. - I've been here before, and if you recall, the Murrays were overcome, Donncoill sent back with his tail between his legs. If I were even behind today's attack, why not help the Murray before? For a second George seemed to hesitate, but soon returned to the charge. - No. You're trying to deceive me, deceive me. You were not

Dubhlinn when Murray was defeated. I know very well because it was at the time who kidnapped the boy. You were not here, because I remember having passed the whole day looking for it. Everyone I asked told me of his departure. You Murray had gone to help. A gasp of surprise escaped from the lips of Maldie when George, suddenly moved his sword raised, ready to strike the fatal blow. Desperately Maldie ran even though not the smartest thing to do. After all, without having a weapon, then exhaust all resources to defend themselves. Tables, chairs, benches, all she was worth the urge to put a barrier between you and the thugs. Eric still struggling to pull a gun any wall and Maldie sought feverishly gaining time. Climbing a narrow table and discharge, George stop in front of the eyes bulging of hatred, panting breath. Although the table offer almost no stability, saw no other alternative but to balance themselves to regain breath. If you stay attentive to the movements of the infamous, perhaps avoid being hit by sword point. At least a few minutes. - You should be out there with the other, fighting to save Dubhlinn, not here, chasing a girl and a boy. - Not interested in the boy. He is descended from Beaton. And if one of the relatives Beaton not kill to prevent him from inheriting Dubhlinn, one of Murray will as soon find out who the boy really is child. This battle was already won so the Murray crossed the castle gates. Remain here only to give cable and then you'll looking for safer ground. Maldie took some time to understand the implications of what George just said. - You know that is the legitimate son of Eric Beaton? - Yes, he carries the signal back. - How would you know? By chance was your midwife, or wet nurse? -

Maldie immediately regretted the comment rude. It was not wise to insult who wielded a sword. - I was one of the commissioners to leave the newborn at the foot of the hill, to die. I knew the brand of Beaton and I was curious to see if the boy had one too. - But Beaton was unaware of the fact. - Yes, that fool. The unfortunate man was so furious that even looked for child. Upon discovering that his wife had betrayed him slut with old lord Murray, Beaton went blind hatred and refused to see the truth. Until recently, anyone here dared to touch the boy's name, not to be killed. Only the mother of child, and perhaps the midwife knew the truth. But Beaton made arrangements necessary to ensure that neither live long to spread it. - What said you know the truth all these years, if kept for you? - I was hoping that scumbag Calum lost his predilection along Beaton for then using my knowledge, take their place. Now, does not matter. It's useless. Calum Beaton and will soon die and I put my sword in the service of the highest bidder. I had a good life and you stole Dubhlinn me, bitch! George waved his sword in the air and Maldie, by a whisker, had no ankles cut. While the rabble was preparing to deliver another blow, she took the only possible attitude: kicked him in the face. Taken by surprise, he screamed and put her hands to her mouth that bled, dropping the sword. Taking advantage of the distraction from his assailant, Maldie again hit him full in the face, pulling a few rotten teeth. Before collapsing on the ground, George looked at his chest, the expression horrified making clear not believe his eyes. Following the gaze of the mercenary Maldie noted the protruding tip of a blade. Behind the man was Eric, pale, drive, the cable holding bloody sword with both hands.

- Oh, dear - Maldie said, jumping up from the table and taking the gun from the boy. - He was going to kill her - Eric murmured shakily, wiping the sweat from his forehead with sleeve of his tunic. - Absolutely. Put this in the head and you will not suffer for murdering someone. - Gently, she began to lead her towards the door, eager to escape the room before anyone else arose. - I will not suffer for killing an enemy. I will be knighted when turned twenty-one. I think all the knights kill an enemy once in when. Maldie rejoiced to hear him speak so, although the boy still looked shaken. However, he had no doubt that Eric would overcome the trauma of having killed a man before you even start the training page. However, there had choice. Surely George decided to kill her to realize that everything around collapsed. Without Eric, she would be dead now. - Beaton murdered my mother - the boy drawled. - According to George, yes. - Prudent Maldie progressed slowly towards courtyard, attentive to the possibility of being intercepted along the way. - And it was George who dumped me at the foot of the hill. - Yes, following orders Beaton - she agreed aware that Eric only enumerated aloud why the mercenary deserved to die. Reasons justify the fact that you have done justice into their own hands. - And the George abandoned even though you were really legitimate heir of Beaton. In the courtyard, the two encountered a bloody fight. Despite the obvious supremacy of Murray, intense combat though he had sight did not allow a route to the gates. Cursing, Maldie found that it would be safer to stay where were, until the fight was over. - What's the problem? - Eric asked, looking around hoping glimpse of a familiar face. - It is difficult to know who is who in the midst of

confusion, no? - Yes, and it's not easy to distinguish safe exit to the gates of castle. - We cannot stay here. - I know. We are surrounded by many armed men who fear finish dragged into the middle of the conflict. - So it's better we run for our lives. Before you can prevent it, Eric began to run towards the gates, pulling her by the hand. Firmly holding the hilt, Maldie prayed not to be forced to use it. It was crazy trying to around the middle of a battle, but no alternative came to mind. When Eric stopped suddenly Maldie stumbled and swore softly. Were few meters of the gates, a few meters from freedom. Only Calum, clothes blood stained enemy interposed between them and the coveted goal. Ignoring the protests of the boy, Maldie put it behind him, ready to protect him with his own body. - I am no coward to hide behind the skirts of a woman Eric complained angrily. - But this woman here has a sword and you're unarmed - she pondered, without taking his eyes Calum, whose malevolent smile made his blood run cold in veins. - You can barely lift the sword, girl - the warrior said, coldly. - Is very easy to kill her and then take care of the boy. - If you will be so easy, why do you hesitate? - Maldie challenged the effort to keep the sword raised sapping their energy. He doubted it was capable of handling heavy weapon so with some skill, and considering the expression mocking the mercenary, he thought the same.

- I throw myself on the sword and impaled myself?

- It would be the fulfilment of justice. By the way, where is your lord? Never I thought you were able to walk and talk without having it around. - My lord is facing Murray Balfour. As this battle is lost, and have nothing to gain, did not see reason to continue supporting him. - E preferred to slip away as the mouse is. - Beaton was right. Worth you being a woman. If I had been born a man, would be the legitimate heir of his father. - Do not take his words as a compliment. Now, if we have nothing to say to each other, please just let's finish this scene. My brother and I have more to do. Calum laughed. - You're so eager to die, girl? - No. I'm anxious to kill him. As she prepared to soften the blow, another sword interposed between her and Calum, absorbing the impact of attack intended to kill it. Maldie looked the man who had taken his place and decided that maybe there was a mistake while been in Donncoill. It sure felt a great pleasure to review the weapons master. - James You know better than I, Eric - spoke, watching, nervous, every second of the duel. - Do you think he can beat Calum? - Yes, eyes closed - the boy replied without hesitation. - So much faith in his weapons master. - Deserved. Minutes later, the dispute was over. The two men were sweaty, filthy and bloody, but it was Calum who flinched first. In a move Quick, James, struck the fatal blow. - We hoped you had the good sense to stay on dungeon, where he would be safe - James said, pulling, very quietly,

the sword from the hands of Maldie. - And you should have picked up a gun smaller girl. - Missed me time to choose. - It's good to see him make, boy. - The master at arms hugged Eric. - Come with me. I will take them to where the pages and the injured are awaiting end of the fight. And you will not leave there. - Where would we go? - Maldie asked with an innocent smile. - You all right, man? - James asked, noting how Eric retreated when touched on his shoulders, even slightly. - There is nothing more. Just a little sore. - Beaton beat him, no? - Yes, but the injuries are not only a result of the beating. Our escape from captivity was not as easy as we wished. Silently Maldie followed the conversation, noting the modesty with which Eric described his own involvement in reporting the leak. The way James stared at the disturbed. I did not know if the weapon master was angry, or surprised. Once you leave them in the camp, James went in pursuit of Nigel. Sitting next to Eric, under the shade of a tree, Maldie wondered how hell Nigel decided to meddle in battle, while still not recovered all of the above. The men were even weird creatures, driven by a strange conception of honor and pride. Apparently, the master of the weapons was keeping under constant observation, but this is not spared from all dangers. - I found it very difficult to cope with the warm welcome James - Eric admitted uncomfortably. - Why? - Because everything is a lie. I'm not who he thinks I am. Smiling gently, Maldie stroked the hair. - You're the same boy ever. Nothing has changed. - Maybe inside I keep the same but Im Beaton now, not a

Murray. James gave the welcome to a Murray, to someone who judges belong to the clan. Almost gave in to the urge to tell him the truth in the first time. James is a good man and deserves to know the whole truth. - If you want to tell the truth, then you have to tell it all. And it is better to do it when everyone is together, so they can hear your story together. - Oh, yes, so they can spit in my face together. - I do not think someone will spit on you - she said, bitterness and fear the boy causing him great sadness. - They loved him for thirteen years. Not I think this feeling go evaporates from one hour to another. - Maybe not. - Eric smiled a little embarrassed in front of their own insecurities. - However, with time, this feeling change. It is natural to be so. I know they took care of me for years, also hated and fought against Beaton for years. It's hard to explain. Just feel that things will change. As could remain the same? - I'm afraid I do not have an answer to offer. Even not knowing your clan as well, James, Balfour and Nigel seem fair and sensible good. I do not think the truth about its origin will stop loving you. Since the day he rescued the hill, always considered him a Murray. But there is one thing that you should avoid. Not let the fact be the biological son of Beaton change inwardly. Do not allow poison that infects his heart about to take him to hatred and paillasse where there are suspicious. Yes, I know it is painful to feed hopes that everything will work out and then have clung to an illusion. However, if you convinced in advance that his brothers will no longer love him, will eventually becoming a different man, someone that they no longer recognize. - Are you saying that if I insist on imagining the worst, the worst will eventually really happening? - Something like that. Now get ready, because I'm seeing his brother Nigel

limped hurriedly to meet him. Eric laughed and agreed, thrilled, embracing Nigel. Soon the two were sitting in soft grass and the boy resumed the story of escape. Feeling James watching her carefully, Maldie looked up and joked: - I said I'd be here, do not get me away. - Yes, no doubt. - Uncomfortable, the weapons master coughed some times. - I wanted to apologize for my suspicions. - No need - she said sincerely. - You had that right. Beyond not know me well, I got Donncoill a delicate moment. - Well, I rushed to judge her. Had no evidence that you were informant Beaton. No proof. I should not have allowed my distrust took me to judge her unfairly. - You acted like he should act. He did not hold grudges. After a moment of silence, James continued. - Did you ever find out how Beaton knew the true Malcolm identity? - No. I talked recently with Beaton and he was not inclined to me to confide. - I guess I'm guilty of what happened - said Eric. - No, boy, you would never betray one of their own - Nigel assured without hesitation. - Not on purpose. But I think I have left something transpire. On I locked in the dungeon, Beaton entered the cell accompanied by Malcolm. Maybe I failed to disguise the surprise of seeing him beside our worst enemy. - No. Beaton need something more concrete. - Hours later that day, Malcolm came to visit me alone - Eric continued. - Intended to release me. - It was this mistake that cost him his life - James said.

- Yes - Nigel agreed. - Surely the dungeon was well guarded, order of Beaton. The fact of having acted so quickly Malcolm confirmed possible suspicions triggered by his reaction to the presence of one of our. To show much interest in you, he betrayed. And eventually murdered. Wincing, Eric crossed his arms over his chest in a vain attempt to warm the cold of the soul. - It was a slow and brutal murder. I never want to make the witness cruelty. Just for this, Beaton deserves to die a hundred times. - Did you see Malcolm being killed? - Questioned James, tense. - Yes Beaton thought witness the execution of a traitor to serve strengthen me. Malcolm suffered for days, but did not reveal one secret of Murray. It was a brave man and loyal to the end. I would not have endured such agony, not for days. - No child should be exposed to views of sadism. - I suspect that Beaton has witnessed scenes like in childhood Maldie noted. - According to Eric told me that he considers them part of training a man. People like Beaton sometimes are born with the soul deformed. There are those who are transformed gradually, evil exists in your nature is fed by adults. - So you believe Beaton is sadistic because the father also was? - Before the consent of Maldie. Nigel decreed: - Sad, but this will not prevent you from dying as it deserves. - No, I would not suggest spare him. In fact, I think not until Beaton mind dying if I did not fear God's judgment. And I think the father Beaton has been more evil than we can ever imagine. One of the reasons which Beaton does not regret killing him. - Beaton murdered his own father? - James asked, horrified. - Yes, he told me himself.

- He killed my mother - said Eric, making a summary of what discovered while he was in Dubhlinn. The boy would soon be telling the brothers, and the weapons master, all truth. Therefore, it should be honest too. James's reaction to the statement that Beaton had executed his father had made it clear that certain aspects of its history cause controversy. Recognized to be a serious sin to kill his parents, but never allowed himself consider the matter at length. Deep down, he knew anyone with pledge parricide, except one guy unhealthy personality as Beaton. More than once, Beaton said he considered them quite similar. Every his being rejected the idea, but was beginning to wonder whether it would require a fund truth. If there had been more rapid and Calum slower, maybe now, had hands stained with the blood of the father. And what else was terrified to see that come that point is not moved of their own accord, but instigated, inflated by the mother. A mother who loved her daughter would never have done what Margaret had done Kirkcaldy. Margaret created the only child for this to become a murderer, that killed a man. Not just any man. Her own father. Margaret had not wanted Beaton had been killed because heartbroken to verse abandoned, or because it was dishonoured. Vain to the extreme, never forgiven his man who dared to despise her and demanded revenge. Cowardly impinge to daughter execution of this vengeance. Although it hurt seeing his mother in a new light, Maldie I realized that for the first time, saw it as selfish and futile that really out. Margaret had never loved anyone except herself. When Eric called her by name, interrupting the flow of your thoughts dark, Maldie sighed with relief. All the pain and anger were suffocated to come fore, threatening to destroy her fragile emotional balance. And this was not the time to face the ghosts of the past, trying to accept the truths learned to stifle

to survive. Eric was like a balm to his wounded heart. Someone who offered true and disinterested affection. Asked God to the ties that bound to persist. - Are you tired? - The boy asked, concerned. - Yes, exhausted. But everything will be finished soon. - Satisfied, Maldie found that there was almost no sign of struggle in the village. - I hope my dear friend Eleanor has been hiding in a safe place. - The old peasant that welcomed? - James questioned. - Yes How do you know? - Douglas told us. - Douglas Murray belongs to the clan? - The Haunting of Maldie unaware limits. - Yes, when you tried to kill Beaton and was sentenced to the gallows, Douglas Donncoill again, fearful of being identified as an informant. - Rightly - Eric agreed. - Beaton was sending hang any person who just "looked" guilty. The villagers avoided entering the castle and always kept his mouth shut, afraid to say something that displeased Beaton. - So you saw Eleanor? - Maldie asked James. - Yes, and she recognized us as members of the rival clan. But to settle down peasant denounced in no time and had to take refuge in a safe place before beginning of combat. - Great. Eleanor is an old dear friend. Despite efforts to not give in to anxiety, Maldie not stop looking at the castle gates. The Balfour was the absence of distressing. Although he knew was foolish to feel this way, because soon be parted definitely wanted to see him one last time, wanted to sure that nothing bad had happened to him and who had won the much deserved victory. - I'll see if I can find Lord Murray - James announced, realizing the grief that consumed her. - I think there is no longer an enemy willing to

continue resisting. - Spoke to Calum Beaton and Balfour were duelling - Maldie said. - So the comparison should already be over. - Balfour did not lose to Beaton, is not it? - Eric asked Nigel, observing the weapon master is away. - No - Nigel said, noting the boy's nervousness. 148 - If Calum spoke the truth, then the struggle between Balfour and Beaton is lasting long, or ... - There is no "or" boy. Balfour will win. Maybe the shock is slow to get to the end because the two had much to say to each other before initiating the dispute. It is not the duration of a duel that determines who wins, or lose. Believe me, boy, Beaton has no chance against our brother. Seeing James cross walls Dubhlinn, Maldie prayed that Nigel was right. He cared as much as Eric on the outcome of the fight. Beaton should have been defeated, and yet there was no sign of Balfour. Even knowing that after that day never come to see him, did not want it because Beaton it had killed.

Chapter X

Murray, you bastard! - Roared a guttural voice, and Balfour stalled. He recognized that voice. The same as you cast insults the walls of Dubhlinn when failed in his first attempt to rescue Eric. Turning quickly, sword at the ready, faced the enemy. It surprised him the bastard did not have attacked him from behind, an attitude typical of cowards. But Beaton seemed so out of it, watching the world crumble around him, no longer controlled the impulses.

Unable to disguise the shock, Balfour contemplated the sinister figure. Although retain physical agility, Beaton seemed to be decomposing, face as a mask rotting. His first reaction was to want to get away from the maximum possible, for fear of being infected by the disease that gnawed at the opponent. But, ignoring disgust, remained motionless. Nobody in Dubhlinn suffered from the same ailment and Beaton resisted for three years. Therefore, there should be something that twitch with ease. Also relied on the judgment of Maldie. According to what she told Douglas, it was just some blemish skin. - I came to get my brother - said, watching the other carefully. Every Beaton knew the reputation of the fighting without being guided by the principles of honour. - Are you referring to my son? - The son of my father. You put the boy aside as if it were no more than a fret. You have no rights to Eric, and made this clear years ago, the abandon him to his fate. - A serious error I intend to correct that now. - No one will believe their word. - Balfour noted Calum slip stealthily, leaving Beaton alone. - In any event, it does not matter, because you will soon be dead. - The disease that makes me slowly rot has not killed me. - Indeed. But I do not intend to let him live, now that we are face to face. You made your last affront to my people. At that moment, Calum Beaton noticed that the deserted and features gray become deformed. Balfour hesitated for a moment, wondering if would be worthy duel with a rider so obviously sick. But Beaton advanced in its direction, preparing to attack him. Despite the disgusting appearance, the lord of Dubhlinn still had strength and skill needed to beat him in a fight. - You will not ask me about your beautiful prostitute? - Beaton provoked, beginning to surround him.

- If you are trying to irritate me insulting Maldie, save your breath, especially because it does not have much time to enjoy teasing. Revile him just gives me more a reason to kill him as soon as possible. - Perhaps, my presumptuous enemy, I'll kill him. - In a fight man to man, and no one to help you? No, I think there. For years you've gotten used to attack their rivals in the back, treacherously, and have mercenaries fighting in his place. Who does not keep skills sharp, lost quickly. It was not hard to notice how unerringly Balfour your words Beaton reached. It became easier to liquidate an opponent with little or no control over their own emotions. - You may have defeated Dubhlinn, Murray, but will not let you live for savour the sweet taste of victory. Nor will live those two you came to save. Although shaken by the idea that Eric and Maldie were at the gates of death, Balfour forced to quell anxiety when facing the first assault. The power of the blow was enough to show you that despite ill Beaton an opponent still respectable. He only hoped that the rascal had lied Eric and Maldie could be saved before anyone execute. The duel went silent and fierce. Balfour prided himself for being able to master the emotions by limiting yourself to think about how to reach your goal before: annihilate the enemy. And it does not take long to convince yourself that win, unless one happened twist of fate. Beaton still had some skill in swordsmanship, but his strength dissipate. Perhaps because of illness, or because there are times, transferred to third parties the responsibility to protect it, you Dubhlinn began to show fatigue, the hits became increasingly erratic and sporadic. The end of the battle came to an almost disappointing in its simplicity. Trying to parry a blow, Beaton opened the guard.

Taking advantage of the advantage, Balfour plunged the sword into the chest of the scoundrel, giving you a quick and clean death. Seeing him collapse to the floor, Balfour experienced profound sense of relief. It was over and could save people he loved. - Well, now you're even the corpse seemed to be already - he murmured, wiping the blood from the sword before leaving the courtyard. The few pockets of resistance would soon be quashed. Beaton being killed, the mercenaries hired to serve you no longer have reasons to continue fighting and abandon Dubhlinn, preferring to save their own skins to be captured. And the villagers would not fight for a lord who always mistreated that always accumulated wealth sacrificing them. Seeing a wounded enemy, lying in the mud, Balfour challenged the rough: - Where are the prisoners? - What prisoners? - The other back defiantly. - The girl who wanted to hang Beaton and the kidnapped boy. - God is a man who cannot die in peace? - Not if you do not tell me what I want to know. - Balfour shook him slowly. - I swear I will follow you to the gates of hell to boot you an answer. - In the dungeon, damn! - How many guards are watching? - Only one.

Dropping the soldier, who no doubt would survive his injuries, Balfour headed into the castle, aware of anyone who crossed his path. However, all the way to the dungeon, not encountered anyone. Apparently surprise attack Dubhlinn out more successful than imagined. But who will warranty Maldie and Eric had been spared? Upon approaching the damp, dark cell, Balfour found a servant and nervous

a guard complainant. According to the reports of both Eric and Maldie had attacked them, locked and then fled. Without wasting a single second, Balfour ran away, ignoring the expletives uttered by the guard against the honour of his brother and his beloved. In the lounge principal, stopped unsure about what to do or where to go. He had been so convinced that find Eric and Maldie now, stunned by the weight of disappointment, hesitated about which action to take. James did not know where they were, or Nigel Douglas. As soon as the battle started, had focused primarily infiltrate inside the castle and reach the dungeon, where Douglas had said Maldie and Eric were being held. Maldiziase for having if late for rescue them, however clung to a only consolation. Beaton intended to kill them, but the two had escaped before the sentence was fulfilled. Suddenly, a lifeless body, lying near a table, caught her attention. Who would have killed that man heavy and bulky? Asked God that they were not Maldie or his brother. Neither was emotionally strong enough to deal with the need to kill a human being as part of the war for survival. And if the situation had reached that far, he should have been there to defend. - Balfour! - Called a familiar voice at his back. - James! What pleasure hear him! - Your Work? - Asked the master of arms, pointing to the corpse. - No. And I hope you will not be the Maldie or Eric. Have you seen them? I was the dungeon and I found none. - Yes, they fled. And yes, this guy killed. - Are injured? - No. Calum well who tried to stop them from sneaking Dubhlinn with life but put an end to the threat. - James smiled suddenly. - Found them by chance. Its beautiful lady, wielding a sword larger than herself trying to protect Eric Calum.

- Maldie Calum tried to fight? - She was just trying to get Eric to a safe place. You could Locate Beaton, or damn hid to avoid the punishment he deserved? - Already Beaton dispatched to hell. - So this is why our enemies surrendered. The fighting ceased in all Dubhlinn points. - Great. Where are Maldie and Eric? Balfour was anxious to see, with their own eyes, that none of two had been wounded. Until they did, would not have quietness, not would consider himself, even, victorious. Everything had gone so well, not yet absorbed the idea of victory and wide incontestable. - They should not have been forced to do this - said, pushing the corpse with the foot. - Maldie should not have been forced to wield a sword. - Boy, you cannot control everything that the others do all the time. Or would die, a victim of chronic insomnia. Balfour smiled wearily. - I know you're right. Not I can accompany each step of the people who me are expensive, protect them of all possible dangers. Maybe I'm just me feeling a little guilty. - So let victory erase your worries. - I'll be better when I see my brother and Maldie. - Follow me, lad. I left them in a safe place near our camp. Nigel took there. - Nigel okay? - Yes, just exhausted by the physical effort of facing a battle even without being fully restored. However, so victory seemed guaranteed, I removed it from the middle of combat to spare him. - Knowing him, he must not have been very happy with their interference.

The two men crossed the courtyard, where there was no sign of struggle. Women and children were beginning to come out of hiding and crying those had lost loved ones filled the air. However, there was a good chance that the lives of the residents of Dubhlinn improved with the death of Beaton, the last first shock. - There is nothing we can do for them - James muttered as began to climb the hill where he had been armed camp. - Yes, however the despair of the defeated always detract somewhat the brightness of victory. I wonder what will happen to these people from now on. There are so many that vie for control of these lands. - Not is possible that the new laird proves worse than Beaton. - I would like to believe. Tense, Balfour climbed the last few feet in silence. Dali the moment, would review Maldie. The last time he had spoken, had called her a traitor, informant. Still could not understand the reasons which had led to trying to kill Beaton. Actually, I did not understand Maldie or the reasons behind their attitudes. Of a one thing, however, was sure. She did not receive him with open arms. Some way, needed to convince her to return to Donncoill. Needed time to do it forget the hurt caused by his insults, he needed to win her back. Do not let from. She was too important for your life, for your happiness. Would find a way of compel her to hear him, to forgive him. Seeing Balfour climb the hill, Maldie felt her knees go weak, so great sense of relief. Finally he won the contest with Beaton and survived for savour the victory. Desperately wanted to be able to share this joy, but was on the verge of confessing things they would reject it. Everything seemed very unfair. Nobody deserved to die as much as Beaton and Balfour should feel Proud to rid the world of a demonic creature. She hated herself for being forced to marring the glorious moment.

Eric touched her lightly on the arm, an expression so hopeless as their own. I was about to lose the man she loved and Eric to lose more. Had to be strong to support him, to infuse him courage. - We have to tell him - the boy whispered. - I think we should not wait. - Probably not. But Balfour seems so excited, after defeating man who had tormented him for thirteen years. - Yes, and I'll tell you it will prevent you from enjoying the victory too time. In a way, the truth about me will make it clear that this feud long and Bloody was based on a lie and that many members of the clan of Murray died for nothing. And if you wait too long to tell all, will be even worse. - Yes, I know, because Balfour begin to wonder why you hide the Indeed, if only we discovered during our stay in Dubhlinn. That is, in his case. - Maldie smiled bitterly. - As for me, I have hidden the truth about my background for weeks, I got to lie to cover it up. - Maybe we do not have to expose all the secrets - Eric argued, suddenly insecure. - No, we both know that there is only one course of action. Tell the truth without subtracting a single information. When Balfour know how you found it son Beaton, return attention to me. Our birthmark not only prove that we are bound by ties of blood, as reveal my lies. And I'm sick of saying them. We must be absolutely sincere, honest. If we count only part of the story, Balfour is smart enough to infer the rest and we both not pass slag in their eyes. The boy smiled ruefully. - It is good that we are in this together. After all, it will be rejected because of my blood, at least I'll have me. I know it's selfish, but do not comfort me be alone in this hour. - It's not selfish - she consoled comprehensive. - No one likes to be

alone, believe me. I know from experience. Even with the presence of my mother, I always felt alone. - You'll never be alone. The words of the boy touched deeply. No matter what happen after the truth came out, would someone with you. Eric knew who she was, knew details of his painful past and mortal sin that almost committed in Dubhlinn. However, he remained at his side, as a faithful brother. Such kindness and patience was not something to which you were accustomed. - What are you two talking about? - Nigel asked, curious. - Just wondering what has happened to Beaton - Eric replied, looking away. - As our brother is uphill in perfect physical condition, Beaton presume is dead. - Break. - You have not even sure is injured? - He insisted, noting that Eric avoided looking at him. - Yes Maldie and I are fine. | - I am pleased - Balfour said, approaching the group. After a brief look at Maldie, Balfour's younger brother involved in lengthy hug. Seeing them so moved, Maldie was dominated by anguish growing. Eric loved her brothers and knew when to tell the truth, I was destroying all that more prized. Grieved her to think that the boy could become private the affection of those who had created. A blow so severe used to be difficult to sometimes impossible, to overcome. Tense Maldie could not interpret the nature of the furtive glances that Balfour gave her. He cared so much about Eric, his emotions remained almost anesthetized. Also, being close to confessing the truth about his origin, rather prepare for rejection surely come. - Are you okay? - Eric Balfour asked, studying it at length. - Yes Just a little sore - the boy replied, moving away from

Brother and posting up alongside Maldie. Frowning, Balfour contemplated the pair ahead, starting experience a certain restlessness. Eric had a pained expression, as if suffering from some inner torment. And Maldie looked sad. I wondered if she would told the boy what happened between the two. Eric always behaved in accordance with a strict code of justice and no doubt would be angry with the unfounded accusations that young lady suffered. - I saw the man that you had to kill - Balfour spoke suddenly eager to fill the silence. Feared what Maldie and Eric were preparing to tell you. - Sorry both have been exposed to that. I should protect them. - You cannot be everywhere at once - Eric murmured gentle. - And, in fact, was not a real duel. The man fell on top of sword I was holding. - The first time we shed the blood of someone is always hard. - I know, but do not worry about me. The infamous was about to kill Maldie and luckily managed to stop him. - Why is that mercenary so wanted to kill her? - Unable to understand why Maldie refused to meet his gaze, restlessness Balfour only increased. - He blamed the drop Dubhlinn. I thought you only managed transpose the walls, because I was helping. He accused me of being a snitch. - You endured many accusations undeserved, no? - There was anguish and regret in the voice of Balfour. - And the price you pay when you're a stranger. You defeated Beaton? - Yes, the bastard is dead. - So justice won. A tired gesture, Balfour ran a hand through his hair dark. - I begin to think I'm the only one aware of our victory. - Guess what ails these two have nothing to do with the battle - said

Nigel, his eyes fixed on Maldie and Eric. - There are some things we need to tell them. - Eric straightened shoulders and for the first time, faced openly looking brothers. - It can wait, boy - James intervened. - We leave for Donncoill in soon. After due you can talk all you want. - After hearing what I have to tell you, maybe you do not want to celebrate in my company. - Come on, boy, do not blame yourself for the death of Malcolm - Nigel reassured. - You do not betray, by word or deed. Were attempts to free him Malcolm they just denouncing it. Nobody ever accuse him of anything. - I'm not so because of the death of Malcolm. - The harshly made that Balfour and Nigel James regard with surprise. - You're making me worried, man. - Despite trying to smile, Balfour revealed nervousness. - Of course you need to tell us cannot be so serious. - I'm not a Murray - Eric announced in loud and clear. - All of us been deceived during these thirteen long years. You see, your father can have lain with the wife of Beaton, but it was he who gave me life. I am a Beaton. Maldie thought never to have seen and experienced men of the world seem so haunted as Balfour and Nigel James. Obviously the three wanted to deny what had just heard, but something kept them silent. She wondered if hesitant about coming forward because they believed in what Eric had to tell them, or because they feared that the boy had gone mad during the period of captivity. Soon became clear that they preferred the second alternative. - No, man, this was what Beaton wanted to make him believe - Balfour said categorical. - If the infamous meant the world to swallow this lie naturally needed to convince him before.

- I'm not an idiot. I know what I'm saying. - No, of course not stupid. You remained under the yoke of the damned for long. Even the most intelligent men may end up believing in something which it is repeated to exhaustion, especially when no one is around to remind you of the truth. - You're trying so ardently turn what I'm hard to explain in a lie Beaton, which makes it difficult for me expose the whole truth. I realize that my revelations are not welcome. So how to stop being welcome in Donncoill. - You never cease to be welcomed - James said. - I am a Beaton. Believe me when I say, though wished with all heart, which was not true. Look at me. Do not look anything like the Murray. Always assume that I had pulled my mother, but I was not curious retain any resemblance to my father. Blond hair, and you all brunettes. Also 'm not tall and strong. - You may have inherited these physical characteristics of his mother. The children do not always resemble both parents - Balfour argued, his voice thick with anguish. At that moment, Maldie had no doubt that the weight of the truth began to bend it. - But there should be something my father in me. - Eric was silent for some seconds. - Now you have no more importance. Discovered the birthmark. Immediately Balfour looked Maldie. Finally understand why the sign had seemed family. - Ah, that mark. You Beaton daughter too? - Yes Beaton was the man who seduced and abandoned my mother. It ruined her life and mine. - However you would kill him.

- Yes, for this reason I came to Dubhlinn. To stay close to those who have sworn to destroy. And for this reason I came to Donncoill. After all, you want him dead as much as I do. - Why would you want to kill your own father? - Asked James. - Because my mother, on her deathbed, made me promise that I would. - She smiled coldly at the expression of shock weapons master. - My mother Beaton hated by abandoning her. At first I thought it was because she loved him, because felt ashamed of the dishonor that had been submitted. Then I realized that it was only wounded pride and vanity. The time I spent in the dungeon served by least for one thing: help me see the truth clearly. Although it is painful to admit, my mother raised me to be a weapon against the man who despised. - Other men despised too, no? - Nigel asked, his eyes filled sympathy that Maldie sought to find in Balfour, yet impenetrable. - Yes, again and again, until she became interested only by money. Probably never will understand why my mother considered Beaton worse than others and why he wanted to use me to destroy. Maybe she wanted punish me for I have survived childbirth. The reasons do not matter much now. After burying her, I went to Dubhlinn willing to fulfill my promise. I ask them pardon, because I tried to avail myself of you to reach my goal. - I fear that I may be responsible for this bitter revelation - said Eric, hand holding Maldie. - As is my custom, I made one or two unanswered realizing the potential consequences. - All you did was force me to face the truths I tried, there years ignore. I do, I forced him to see the truth even tougher. - What brand is this what they are talking about? - Nigel wondered. - Many we have birthmarks by the body. - It is a distinctive sign and unusual - Eric explained, pulling the robe and showing the shoulder. - The mother of Maldie explained to him that this is a brand inherited only by

direct descendants of Beaton. - Maybe your mother has been a distant relative of Beaton - Nigel argued - and you've inherited her signal. - If I were the one to bear this sign, his would be a reasonable explanation and our fears could then be unfounded. But the fact Maldie also have the skin the same sign, proves that we are both children of Beaton. And I rightful heir. That man killed knew it too. - E Beaton? - Nigel asked, casting a worried glance at Balfour they kept silent. - No, or I would have kidnapped years ago. George was one of those appointed to leave me on the hill and saw the marks on my shoulder. Preferred to wait to reveal the true at a time when he could get some advantage. - Eric took a deep breath before continuing. - I also found that Beaton killed my mother and the midwife. Not wanted living witnesses of what he considered his shame. Therefore, not only must learn to accept that I am not a Murray, but a Beaton, but also assimilate the fact that my father killed my mother and tried to kill me. - Beaton was a scoundrel who spread despair and misery wherever he went. Eric James hugged tightly. - Apparently, the jerk induced Grizel murdering his father too. That is, his adoptive father. - Our men have met and are surely wondering what the reason for our delay here. - Nigel Balfour's arm and shook him. Should we return to Donncoill. - Yes - Balfour agreed, giving a quick hug and putting Eric to walk to where the horses were grazing. - All of us - Nigel said, loudly. - Yes, definitely all of us - Balfour returned, without looking back. - No - Maldie said, shaking his head. - I'd better take another direction.

- It will not be the dark and you have no supplies to undertake a long journey. The wise are we monitor. - After all that I have told you, I do not think you would appreciate my presence. - Perhaps, in time, that knight grim - Nigel pointed to the Brother older - do not want your company. But he is not the only Murray Donncoill. - Also do not feel comfortable about it - Eric murmured, unsure. Balfour not despised me, but gave me no welcome. - Nonsense, boy. - James did ride a horse. - Lord Murray embraced. - It was like I was wrapped in a blanket of ice. Balfour not yet digested facts. Maybe we should Maldie and I remain here. - No. You have to be around when Balfour recover from the shock and is looking for them. - Sounds like a great reason to keep us apart. - The poor man suffered a thud - Nigel insisted, laughing and stroking the hair of the youngest. - Somehow, the news rocked more than us, though I suspect the reason. However, it will eventually recovering the sense. - Although Balfour overcome the shock, it will not change the reality. I am a Beaton, not a Murray. - You're a Murray. Maybe not blood, or name, but all the rest - Nigel said emphatically. - We have created as one of us for thirteen years. Actually occurred to him that we could reject it? You still the James boy found abandoned at the foot of the hill. You're still the woman's son our father loved. None of that has changed. And it never occurred to him that one time or another, have had the same doubts about you being the bastard son of our father? - But you never let something transpire. - Of course not. It was an idea unimportant.

- Then why are you so concerned Balfour? - I'm afraid it has little to do with you, boy. Feeling about itself looks male, Maldie blushed. While not wished to return to Donncoill was impossible to deny the argument Nigel. The night soon to fall and supplies needed to undertake a journey. Actually bothered to accept anything from Murray, after having deceived them both. By Furthermore, before swallowing pride to endure hunger and cold in the open. Arriving at the castle, there was no sign of Balfour. And Maldie, to his chagrin, was conducted at the same room where he escaped after knocking out Jennie. - I'm sorry I attacked her - she spoke to see young maid finished tidy the room. - But I had to leave. - It's still sore, you know? - Jennie showed a hematoma on his chin. - The poor old Duncan spent two days hiding from the wrath of our lord. - I had to escape Donncoill. - Conformed, Maldie sighed. - You do not take to hear the whole story. Please believe me when I say that I'm sorry for having attacked her. - Okay. But if you decide to run again, do not send for me. The servant went out and slammed the door shut, leaving her alone. Tense Maldie lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. Although not planned on staying in Donncoill, began suspect that few days seem an eternity. Still could not understand why Balfour allocate you this room. Could be several reasons. Maybe he needed time to think. After all, told him things hard to be accepted. Nigel and James apparently had accepted and understood. Therefore, there is a possibility that end up Balfour doing the same after a period of weight. Perhaps he had installed there so they could be alone then. No, it should not raise false hopes. Closing his eyes tightly, Maldie forced to alter the course of Thoughts. He was bruised, inside and out. His body was wounded during

drain Dubhlinn, but it was his heart that bled. When facing the truth about character of his mother, to become loose it. In fact, he had never had a mother. Only lived with a woman who grudgingly, dressed her and fed her while prepared for become an assassin. Then there was the matter of his father, who had planned to kill. Despite being happy not have committed parricide, the death of Beaton not caused him grief. He deserved die for various reasons other than injure the pride and vanity of Margaret Kirkcaldy. Hard to find it out face to face, meet the demon that had spawned. Deep down, have feared that something evil creature within. And suspected that Eric suffered from the same affliction. It would take a long time to stop question each of their attitudes, fearing find them a reflection of evil inherited from Beaton. It would take a long time to convince yourself that it does not seem absolutely nothing like his father. As for Balfour ... Expect a little more, even though it would be a vain hopes. He would never return to her bed, and probably never would make to see her. Although not informant Beaton, as had been accused, betrayed him in other modes. Lie to him and tried to use it to achieve their own ends. Something difficult for a man so proud forgive. When the day dawned, Maldie was already awake. Hardly slept during endless night. Balfour not sought any time. Jennie appeared only still sulking, to bring him dinner. In his view, the message was clear. If had not even been invited to share a meal with the family in the main hall, best fade away, because it had become an unwelcome presence. Wearing the cloak and picking up the small leather pouch he had prepared during night Maldie went to Nigel quarters, where the knight took his breakfast in company of a sleepy Eric. - You're giving up too quickly - Nigel said, showing no surprise to see her.

- I'm not the kind of banging your head against the wall. - Just wait a bit - asked Eric. - I cannot. - Why? Balfour is not worth it? By the look of the boy, it was obvious that Nigel tell you more than you should. Only intended to bid farewell to the two quick mind and From now realized that saying goodbye would not be so simple. - If you will tarry talking nonstop, m I better sit down. - It is a cowardly attitude, you know - Eric said with sincerity that you was peculiar. - Then we add cowardice to my long list of defects. I can be as coward and a liar. - You had no choice but to lie. If there were counted truth to everyone from the beginning, would have spent the entire time languishing in a cell Donncoill. Nobody would pay attention to his arguments, when no one would believe did not intend to help explain Beaton, despite being the daughter of his own. For Murray, the idea of not helping a relative is simply inconceivable. - The fact that there is justification for my lies do not matter much. It is clear that I am not accepted, it cannot be accepted. - No, not true. - Eric grabbed her by the hands. - I was accepted. Every now know that I am the son of Beaton and yes, they were shocked, but only. You had reason. In the eyes of the people of Donncoill, Eric still the same as before. As James argued, stopped being a child of blood to become foster child. - I'm happy for you. - Maldie kissed him on the cheek. - Listen, our situations are quite different. I was not raised here. Did part of this family for thirteen years. Appeared in the middle of the road to Dubhlinn and hid my purposes. Kill his father is not an idea that people understand easily. - It may be hard for some people to understand, but considering Beaton who was, I do not think so condemn - Nigel pondered. - And you were

the Dubhlinn to rescue Eric. You saved him. - No. When the battle began, the chances that he ended up injured were minimum. In fact, just by exposing it to a greater danger by taking him out of the dungeon and arrastlo to the confusion. After all, Beaton wanted him alive. - You are too modest. Perhaps for this reason find it difficult to believe that the people are able to forgive her for their small mistakes. - Small? - Maldie laughed bitterly. No, no errors were small. You knows that his brother values truth above all. And I rarely told the truth. Balfour wanted to believe in me and always dodged their questions, I always refused to tell him something that would put an end to their suspicions. - If you believe that your crimes are so vile, so why think Balfour should make a decision about a single night? - Oh, this is an intelligent question. - She stood up and grabbed her purse. Maybe Eric is right. Maybe I do not pass a coward. Had the courage to Balfour wait for one night. Now, I cannot. As time drags, less able to endure what he has to say. - Please stay one more tonight - Eric embraced eagerly. - No, not another hour. - You are a stubborn woman - accused Nigel. - Very stubborn. - Where to go? - Still not sure. - Go to the house of his relatives. - The Beaton? - No, little fool. The Kirkcaldy. - Oh, no, I cannot find them. - Why not? - I would not be welcome, after I heard about them.

- And who told you about them? - My mother. - It is not my intention to increase their pain, but this time it's for your own as well. Her mother lied to him and used it so abominable. Why would not have lied about his own family? Maybe she preferred to lie about the character of parents and Brothers to return home and face them. You better know them before judging them. Maldie massaged her temples, her head beginning to throb. Nigel was sure. Her mother had been a cold and selfish, who preferred to riotous living admit their mistakes. - Maybe she has not been completely wrong - Maldie murmured, still fighting to preserve something positive image of the mother. - Carrying a child bastard home is usually not well accepted. - Yes, but only you can know what will be the reaction of the family when facing the situation. Do not know the Kirkcaldy, but I never heard anything really negative about that clan. You owe them a chance to prove who they are. - I suppose - she admitted hesitantly. - At least I will have a turn to follow. - It will not be as difficult as you think. - No? If they receive me, I'll be forced to tell them the truth about my mother. There is a beautiful story. And I am part of that history. - You have a choice. Could stay here - Eric suggested. - No. I will look for Kirkcaldy. - And send news for us? - The boy insisted. - Yes, send news. But believe me, Nigel Murray, if you're wrong about my clan, I will be very, very angry. The knight laughed and Maldie seized the moment of distraction to say goodbye. After kissing them on the face, left the room hurriedly. To overcome the gates Donncoill, her heart beat so much that he could hardly breathe. With equal intensity,

Balfour feared and wanted to find along the way. As fate would not see anyone. - And where are you going, girl? The deep voice startled her. Trembling, turned to face James. Where the weapons master appeared, had no idea. - What a fright you gave me! James just smiled and asked again: - Where are you going? - To the castle of Kirkcaldy. - A good choice. - What? No attempt to convince me to stay? - Well, I have concluded that you do not leave anything to convince, if neither Nigel nor Eric managed to make it back on the decision. - You knew that I was with them? Oh, James, you are a man smile. - Go, girl, but be careful. I do not like to imagine her wandering alone for there. However, you really need to know the Kirkcaldy, more than you need to stay in Donncoill. - Maybe you're right. - She fired up the weapon master with a kiss on the cheek, smiling to see him blush. - Go with God, girl. Gaining the road, Maldie tried not to think much about how it had all let him go easily. There were three possible explanations. Or even be thought their duty to the Kirkcaldy, or thought the possibility of a reconciliation with Balfour void, or, even worse, do not want to try in Donncoill reconquistlo. No, do not feed these thoughts, and probably unfair, only served to hurt her. Nobody except Balfour, had proved unable to accept truth about her and forgive her. Perhaps, therefore, the preferred away from Donncoill to see it rejected by Balfour.

It would be a chore forget Balfour. She loved him with all her strength. And from Donncoill, opening up this love, was tearing inside. Your reason said he could not go back. If Balfour wanted to, would have to strive to find it. For a moment Maldie wondered if this would be the reason Nigel, Eric and James had insisted she go to the Kirkcaldy. No, he should not behave like a fool, allowing himself to dream. Needed to focus on getting to Castle relatives safely and quickly as possible. Then, days and years would ahead to deal with their pain.

Chapter XI

Where is it? - Balfour questioned the sentry, posted on the gates of Donncoill. - The Milord lost again? - Nervous Duncan gave um while ago, as fear be a access to the target of anger. - No. I know. No. vi. Curse through his teeth, Balfour returned to the castle, heading directly to room for Nigel. Hurt to admit however curses but still felt comfortable discussing a few things with Nigel and Eric than with him. Uma birds VERY long night almost the entire day thinking at all what had happened. Now He felt ready to talk. Start off Haver expected to fear others. Maybe Curses no longer wanted to hear it. Or then, confess the whole truth and then from, out plan it from the beginning. Entering the quarto of Nigel, Eric noted that, to see him, immediately the descend looked. The boy's distraught expression filled him with guilt and shame. Tao had been immersed in suffering their own advantage, Tao in closed its bitterness, that little thought in the Hair drama faced youngest sister. Eric all in to believe at all what they learned to trust, had been stolen-YOU. He needed to know, Without a shadow of a doubt, that Your origin No. Fazio no difference. Those covering dry after YOU had before

leave Dubhlinn No. suffice. Eric needed of demonstrations of affection and acceptance MUCH more emphatic. Approaching, Balfour spent a Brace around the shoulders narrow. - It seems that we were all cursed with parents who had - spoke. - Your father just lie with the other WOMENs men. My father the murderer - Eric replied um bit more relaxed. - Boy, no clan no family is free of its scoundrels. Voices know so as WELL I HAVE that Murray had his share of sickness. After all, heard all OUR HISTORY. Every then always COMES someone with distorted personality, someone of black soul. - Bad blood. - This is the term that person used to use. I suppose there are people like this. Most of the perverse men are raised by yet another ugly um. We know Who created Beaton. - The parent them. Beaton and killed him. Balfour took some seconds to recover from the haunting. - Beaton's very father killed? - I'm sure you and I curse's what YOU have. - Maybe I overhear No. I HAVE WELL. Just listen so after being told that voices and curses Were Children of Beaton. And curses almost committed parricide. - Like father like Daughter? No., No. curses looks with Beaton in all! - Eric Enthusiastic said. - Just FRUITS is the bitterness of the parent condemned. - I know I said, young man. And she would say, if we could encounter it. - Noting that Nigel and Eric ward off the Look, Balfour troubled themselves. - Where is curses? - Why voices finds that both of us know of her whereabouts? - Nigel returned, crossing the Bracos back of the head and recline himself at the head of the bed. Stopping beside sister whose Excessive calm the crazed dead quiet, Balfour stared him blankly.

- Where is it? - I HAVE also a weird question to submit to you. Why WISH finds it? - For conversation course. - Oh, of course. Voices needed for a weird night and um entire day to think about what tell. Never imagine that his reasoning It Was So to slow Home. - Nigel - intervened Eric, nervous - No. I believe that's what are the weird joke. - Voices with my either end fun, kid? - Nigel smiled at the youngest. - This time Yes. - Curses of Donncoill ran again, not? - Suddenly, Balfour felt exhausted and defeated. - Yes. He left this morning, m search of relatives, the Kirkcaldy - clarified Nigel. - Mas curses always said that I wanted to No. Kirkcaldy. - Was what her parent Dizier. Obviously that never cursed woman Was VERY concerned about being faithful to in facts. Curses decided to search for Kirkcaldy and discover, by itself, is the true qual. Then is finished-Balfour whispered desperately wishing, Dali scram, get alone. If flee, their BROTHERS realized the depth of their feelings for curses. Suspected that both already had guessed which passed in your HEART. However, In. via their reason to provide proof u specific to their disappointment.

- Finishing? - Nigel sat, When massaging the leg movement YOU caused abrupt um spasm of pain. - The girl was behind the voices and relatives concluded that it is finished all? - What else would think? - What curses tired of waiting you decide if like voices, or behold, she's YOU told.

- NOBODY could Liking what she told me. A sad my choice of the crossword, I confess. How about "accepting, forgiving, appreciate "? Sounds BETTER so? - later on I needed time to digest the INFORMATION. Why is that Someone so difficult to understand? - James and I, for example, need little more than some minutes. The voices that finds that passed by the head of the poor when you needed to MUCH longer? Voices and ill love to KNOW. - How could you KNOW it she told me hardly nothing to respect themselves? And the little I was told a lie? - No. above all! - Eric exclaimed, coming out immediately in Defence of curses. Sighing background, Balfour has the bad hair. No. wanted to talk about issue. They wanted to lock in the room as a child and lick the wounds. - Curses made his choice. If Dessen same importance my opinion and my feelings, a weird night waiting not would have been MUCH. Even took leave of MIM. Preferred to run away. Voices wondered which serious the meaning of my long silence to EYES it. Being smart a man, Nigel, and I suppose that consultation should play the handful of curses Haver game before we could at least talk? - Hitting the door with Force Balfour withdrew. - Then is the FIM? - Eric investigated apprehensive. - No.. Balfour just later on need more time to think before you go behind her. - Voices finds that curses wait for it? - Yes. - We had some sadness in a weird smile Nigel. - More than I WOULD LIKE. - I just hope that some We are on Kirkcaldy. Curses are need feel . WELCOME to bear the pain of waiting for Balfour. Holding the bag with leather Force curses looked around, noticing the

austere beauty of the great room. Crossing the gates of the castle Kirkcaldy, the former home of its parent company, had been the most difficult thing never did. Now terrified, inquire up it would become Dali put out. And in the background of HEART, the recognized possibility Margaret Haver lied about his family, so lie about everything else. However, on a Access to unexplained and unusual sincerity, likewise could have told the truth. The sentinels at the gates had watched the weird weird way and No. hesitate to lead it inside the castle When you ask audiences with Lord Kirkcaldy. Would have been because, like her, there a lot of models had the same hair EYES black and green? Curses rushed out to smother the incipient feeling that come back home. By talking with the sister of his parent, would not dare dream unattainable. If It was rejected as Margaret stated it would happen, the suffering would be even greater because, um brief moment, the joy of KNOW consanguinity. A Man high entered the huge room and sat on the header of the table. To their hand with Mao supported the wrist of the sword to stand um boy and lowest but thin. Both models had black hair and green EYES. - A weird voices and Kirkcaldy? - Inquired the Knight high.. - CHIEF voices and this clan? - Curses strain up to keep the shoulders erect and hide the fears that Afflicted. - Yes. I'm Colin Kirkcaldy. Wanted voices talking to me? -Yes. Am curses Kirkcaldy, Daughter bastard of Margaret Kirkcaldy. Considering the expression haunted the Two men she have assured the Be terribly shocked. - Where is Margaret? - Colin investigated, um so pale. - Minh parent died during last winter. - Voices looks like it, has a traces of Kirkcaldy. - Because I am a Kirkcaldy.

- And his father? - William Beaton, of Dubhlinn. Mas no voices will see, because he died A few days ago, peels bad for Murray Balfour, Lord of Donncoill. To his surprise, Colin laughed. - You also have the sharp tongue of Kirkcaldy. Come, sit here, the my right. Thomas fetch wine. - You should not be alone, sir. - I think I can defend myself this little girl. You did not come to me killing, is not it? - Colin asked softly, as soon as the boy was out of sight. - No, but maybe I should consider if what my Mother told about all of you is true. - And what my sister said about us? Arming yourself with courage, Maldie told all that Margaret had spoken about family. Seeing the beautiful features will transform the male, she had no doubt his mother lie again. His uncle showed not only angry, but very hurt and offended. When Thomas returned with the wine, Colin did sit at the table and repeated the Maldie story. The boy proved equally outraged. - It seems that Margaret remained the same ignoble creature to death Colin muttered disgustedly. - If you believed it all, girl, why did you come up here? Maldie took a long sip of wine to get stronger. Could not begin to imagine what would be the attitude of his uncle when you expose all the facts. It was tempting to resort to evasive, or just shut up. But she was determined not Recent commit errors when hiding the truth and telling lies, lost the trust and affection that he loved. This time, begin and end with the truth. The ugly truth and degrading. Much time has passed before Maldie give the narrative and closed by Colin

resume word. - I do not know what else disgusts and infuriates me in my sister's behaviour: the how you lied to, how he treated her, or the cruelty of forcing her to attempt on the life of his own father. Everything was odious, but it is inconceivable that a mother come to the extreme of forcing his daughter to commit patricide, condemning the thus to eternal damnation. - I did not kill my father. - But he tried. - Yes, I tried. - Maldie smiled wistfully. - And failed. Well, this is no longer matter now. That man deserved to die and although it was not I throw the fatal blow, do penance for my sin. - That he should do penance is, unfortunately, beyond chance for redemption. I never understood my sister, I never understood where it came from their Vanity exacerbated. I think her beauty to become selfish, unable to take into consideration the feelings of others. - I'm starting to believe that it is sometimes impossible to understand what behind the behaviour. Colin took his hand between her niece. - There's something you should know. We never would have rejected. If my sister had gone to the trouble of paying attention to things other than was in itself, would have realized that the Kirkcaldy always welcomed bastards. No child is responsible for the mistakes of their parents. - Yes, but not all is bastard son of Beaton. - For us, no matter the identity of his father. It was he who created and despite his mother have led a futile life, you give the impression that there is transformed into a sensible girl. - Sensible? I spent months running from one side to another, attempting to drive a dagger in the chest of my father.

- We all have our moments of foolishness. - I had more than a few moments - Maldie confessed, remembering Balfour. - Well, you can talk about it when you want, now returned home. - Are you sure? You have only my word that I am the daughter of Margaret. - Everything you said reflects the character of my sister. And there is a proof irrefutable. You are the image of Margaret. Not true, Thomas? - But of course. - So, niece, welcome home. From the ramparts of the fortress, Maldie contemplated the horizon. Out complete and warmly accepted by his family. Despite his past, despite the crime that almost come to commit the Kirkcaldy did not hide the joy of having it in their midst. In these last two weeks, had found themselves surrounded by genuine affection and goodness. Should feel happier than he had ever been, but he was always alone, the sadness dominated. - Who your heart cries girl? - Colin asked, appearing to his side. - Why does my heart should be crying for someone? - Returned the question. - I'm thirty-five, young lady. I have seen many people suffering for love, including myself, when my wife died. If you were to bet, I would say that you suffers because the lord of Donncoill. Maldie struggled to hide his surprise. Never mentioned her involvement with Balfour. As the uncle had been able to guess? However, it was not worth hide their feelings. Spent a lifetime alone, always solving their problems and healing their wounds alone. It would be nice to have someone to talk to. - Maybe so. But no matter.

- Are you sure? - He is not here, is he? - No. The absence can have many meanings. How were things between the two of you on the occasion of his departure? - Not good. - Why did not you tell me the story from the beginning? Sometimes the outsider sees the situation more clearly. The solid argument inspired her to vent. If Uncle could help her in some way to overcome the pain was worth the risk to hearing the words of reproach that his behaviour undoubtedly deserved. When you finish the story, the expression of cholera Colin left no doubt that the disillusioned. - I imagine that I have followed in the footsteps of my mother. I'm sorry you have disappointed. - No, that's why I'm angry. Just wonder how long Donncoill take you to get to and kill that infamous. - No! - Maldie cried very pale. - You cannot kill him. - Why not? Damn the dishonoured. - Not exactly been dishonoured. Just thought it might ... - What? Act like a man? Enjoy the pleasures of the flesh and then from? - Colin smiled, struggling to cool down. - Despite being braver that many men I know, you are not a man. A girl cannot lie with anyone who appeals without paying a price, without leaving hurt. That's what you happened, no? - Well .. yes ... slightly. Foolishly, I thought I could enjoy the passion and after starting. It was an overwhelming passion. I was not strong enough to resist. - No one deserved more happiness than you. But it would be nice if had thought about the consequences. - I thought of the consequences. At the time, I was preparing to kill Beaton and

beginning to think he would not survive after fulfilling the promise made to my mother. How important were the consequences? No fault of Balfour I feel something more than simple desire. - No. But his fault you experienced the taste of passion. He advantage of your desire. - No, it was not so. Balfour was so insecure about myself because feared repeating the mistakes of the father. Balfour is a man who values the truth above all and I often cheated with my lies. - You give the impression not expect it to come looking for her. - Yes, what I wanted was you advise me, said anything to help me overcome that love. - Unfortunately there is no cure for heartbreak. - Colin embraced tight. - They say that time heals all wounds. - Yes, sometimes it takes an eternity. - You're not helping me much, uncle - she murmured, smiling though wanted to cry. - There are only two things I could do to help her. One is to kill scoundrel, the other is to drag it up here and make him marry her. - I could not stand up Balfour was killed, especially by a relative of mine. And husband to accept only a man who wanted to marry me of his own free will. - I could also go Donncoill instil a little common sense in the head boy. - It would be easier to bring it up here on the edge of the sword. - I'm sorry, girl. - The fault is not yours. Neither Balfour. As fate would have me to deliver my heart to a man who does not support liars and, at the time the know, I was mired in lies. No, I accept defeat. Although

Balfour love, all he felt was love for me. - The man is a fool. - Perhaps, in the future, I will think so too, then I can excuse. For now, I'll be forced to live with the pain of this unrequited love, knowing that is all my fault. - Their sins were not so great. If Lord Murray loves, forgive their lies. If you do not forgive, you do not deserve it. And he will lose out. - Thank you. - Standing on tiptoe, kissed Maldie uncle in the face. - None theme, I will not despair waiting for you to come looking for me. My mother, even scatter-brained, I taught a valuable lesson: to survive at any cost. It can take a little, but I will not be defeated. Pluck the handsome knight of my head and my heart. - If you take a little longer, the girl will forget him - said Nigel, watching her brother walk from one side to the other room, as caged beast. - And what makes you think she has not forgotten me? During the last three weeks Balfour had tried with all his strength, taking Maldie head and heart. Fight vain. To make matters worse, Eric and Nigel showed no no sympathy for her fears and even James had not hesitated to give one or two suggestions of how to act. Now beginning to wonder if everyone would not be and only certain it wrong. - Why Maldie would have already forgotten? - Perhaps because party without even saying goodbye to me? - It was not you who tried, who spent a night and a day thinking about how to deal with what she told him. Of course the poor imagined would eventually rejected. How many times to repeat the obvious? - You make her sound like a shy little girl, able to get away for fear a harsh word. Maldie is not shy. - She did not flee for fear a harsh word, but by what you fear

could tell you. - I do not want to go after her, ready to give my heart, and then find my love is unrequited. After all, it really hurt to accuse her unjustly crimes which did not commit. I accused her of trying to kill his own father. - Maldie planned to kill the damned - Nigel returned, almost shouting in eagerness to get his brother to reason. - Yes, because it was stuck to the promise made to his mother. I'll steal the chance to fulfil that promise. - Which is great. - But Maldie think so? - I think so. You'll have to ask him. - You will not give me peace, is not it? - No. - Well, I thought you would prefer that Maldie and I got married. - I confess that I do not want to dance at your wedding, but I really want to see them happy. You were made for each other. Fate smiled to send him Maldie to mate. - Do you believe that she is still with Kirkcaldy? - Given the expression guilty of Nigel, Balfour soon imagined the rest. - Maldie sent them news. - Yes, Eric and I asked him to communicate his whereabouts. Needed Know where to find it when you finally decided to act. Apparently, Margaret also lied about the family. - The Kirkcaldy would have welcomed Maldie? - Yes, with great joy, and it provided a happy childhood. There was need to live as he lived Maldie watching mother become a vulgar prostitute. - The poor have faced hard times and did not do much to save her. And Now, when you look for it, I will be forced to face the entire clan.

- Do not use this as an excuse to postpone the journey. To his surprise, Balfour laughed. In fact, to make the decision to leave, freed from the sorrow that had shot Maldie Donncoill since abandoned. There was still the possibility of losing her, but try to win her back. For good or for ill, finally find answers to their doubts and fears. - March to the fortress Kirkcaldy tomorrow. - You want me or us follow James? - I will go alone. - Alone? - Yes If Maldie is spitting in my face and send me to hell, I prefer suffer the humiliation without witnesses. Cursing silently, Balfour sipped the rest of the cider that had been served with grudging hospitality. Faced a long journey to the fortress Kirkcaldy and all he wanted was to find Maldie and drag her back to Donncoill. Via now sitting on a huge lounge and well maintained, surrounded by a dozen men with black hair and green eyes, all staring at him as if deemed a threat. Colin Kirkcaldy, clan chief, seemed to be about to varlo with his sword and began to wonder how Maldie told his uncle. - Thanks for the drink - thanks, depositing the empty cup on the table oak. - It helped me drive away the fatigue of the journey. Please, where can I Maldie find, because I want to talk to you. - About what? - Asked Lord Kirkcaldy rough, staring at him intently. You held the girl for months at Donncoill. It sure took long enough to say whatever he wanted. And long enough to say what we should not. - Perhaps, sir, at the time, I still did not know exactly what he wanted say. - And maybe now that she returned home, no longer want to hear it. - Truth. What harm can there be in allowing me to speak to her? I think Maldie

have courage enough to answer yes or no to my questions. - My niece has more courage than many men I know. That girl has had a hard life and I doubt that someday we will all that suffered. Was rejected by his father, although it was better that way, and treated shamefully by the mother. My sister always had more pride than sense. Margaret should have gone home with his daughter not gone, making us judge it dead. His greatest crime was to take the child to think that we would never would welcome that we would give back. - No. The greatest crime of the woman was to create Maldie to be the sword of revenge. - Are you aware of this story? - Colin refilled his glass of Balfour, watching him with redoubled attention. - Yes, but unfortunately it took me some time to absorb it and understand it. In occasion, was consumed by the idea of beating Beaton and save my brother. - The brother of Maldie. - Yes, and mine too. You cannot put aside a loved for thirteen years, one cannot help but consider him a brother just because there have the same blood. - But you did not say that to know the truth. Bad, it seems to me that closed a long silence. Leaning back in his chair, Balfour felt the confidence to return. Colin Kirkcaldy was willing to listen to his explanations. Just do not understand why the Knight insisted on knowing details of her relationship with Eric. Perhaps because the boy and Maldie were half-brothers? - Still savouring the victory over Beaton, I was informed that the woman I wish I was the daughter of the man I had just killed, and the boy I always called him brother. Maybe I'm a little slow to assimilate certain things because they do not own impulsive personality. I tend to think a lot before acting.

- It's been almost a month since the defeat of Beaton, my friend. And Donncoill not far from here. - I have slow horses - Balfour murmured, hearing muffled laughter. - The Maldie fact is that even if it is fired me. Simply left. Without a word, without an atheists with nothing. I was forced to look for yourself, the answers pyre she had made explanations for the sudden departure. The greater burden on my shoulders was knowledge that I had killed her father. - My niece did not care about the bastard. - That's what she said, is what we all do not cease to repeat myself. Although it is Actually, I stole the Maldie the chance to run a vengeance at length prepared. Prevent it from fulfilling its promise to her dying mother. - If this was a troubling, Maldie would have conveyed. - Colin crossed his arms over his chest. - You know what I think? You were like a sulky boy. You really expect our Maldie would be subject to stay day after day waiting for him to decide whether he wanted her or not? - I just needed a day or two to digest the idea that my lover was the daughter of my worst enemy and my brother was not my brother. Not to mention the fact that Maldie admitted having lied to me from the first moment set foot in Donncoill. - But you do not trust her at all times. - No. But my suspicions proved unfounded at all. Maldie hid many secrets while in my castle and lied systematically for me. I admit that I was wrong too. Although I understand your concern, I think our conversation, for now, is over. What I have to say now is Maldie only between me and her. - My niece is on the right bank of the lake. Balfour rose, surprised. - Is that so? You will not ask me about my intentions?

Lord Kirkcaldy smiled. - Undoubtedly are honourable, or you would not have come after the girl and sat at my desk, trying to respond patiently to my questions, sometimes naughty. See if you can bring Maldie home before dinner. The poor have not fed as it should. Maldie dropped the hook on the soft grass and sighed. Since arriving the castle of his family, accustomed to spend several hours a day on the lake, fishing. In fact, pretending to fish, because he was going in search of a little solitude. Part of her exulted with joy for having been so warmly welcomed by clan. Other party still had difficulties to adapt to living with so many people talkative, affectionate and hectic. After all, he had spent a lifetime beside a taciturn mother, that ignored for most of the time. Balfour was still present in his thoughts and that infuriated her. A month passed since they had last seen and not been able to get it out of your head. Still loved him in spite of herself. Despite wanting to hate it, want to blame him, recognized that doing so would unfair. She had made him promise never, never spoken of love or commitment. A sudden noise behind her. The shock made her get up, knees trembling hardly the supporting foot. Must be dreaming. - Why are you here? - Asked, struggling to control his emotions. Not allow himself hopes up because a new deception to destroy. - I came looking for her. - Balfour stepped forward, closing the distance that separated them. - You left without saying goodbye, sweet Maldie. - Nobody likes the bearers of bad news. How is Eric? - Well Retrieved from injuries. What you thought I was going to do with the boy? - Nothing wrong, of course. I was just worried about him, after the ordeal that has occurred. Suddenly, everything that Eric believed collapsed. I was afraid

as you and others could react. - Eric is my brother. Not have the same blood does not change how I feel. I still love him. It was not difficult for me to understand the depth of my feelings towards him. Just do not understand why you lied to me and why dared not confront me face to face. - I did not think you would want to see me again, after the way the wrong. Attracting her to him, Balfour hugged her tightly. - It did not occur just once, I would want to know why everything? - I told him after the battle. - Although he tried to remain indifferent to resist, Maldie rested her head on his broad chest and wrapped around the waist. - Confessed to her everything. - Ah, yes, you started with the most shocking news. Be explained daughter Beaton, spoke about the oath that forced to kill his own father and concluded by saying my brother was not my brother. How do you think I could pay attention to anything else after the impact of that information? - Well, not really matter how you accept or not the truth, because one thing has not changed. I remain Beaton daughter, her oldest and largest enemy. For Balfour, the identity of the man who fathered Maldie had no importance. The blood Beaton not contaminate not stopped her from blossoming of become a beautiful body and soul. But at that moment, was not in the mood to talk. For centuries not kiss, not touched. Leaning down, he kissed her lightly on the mouth. For a brief moment Maldie thought about walking away. Had not yet said what needed to say to each other. Yet even knew why he was looking for her. However, the pressure of the lips insistent undermined their defences. Trembling, returned the caress.

- We need to talk - she murmured, in a last attempt to save the reason. - And we'll talk. - Balfour made her lie down on the grass, already beginning to undress her. - Why not now? - Because I am no longer getting thinking clearly. - After targets include the breasts, he took one of her nipples rosy mouth and sucked it. Maldie moaned softly. Even if Balfour had gone looking for her behind for a few more hours of carnal passion, even if he leave then their suffering would not be higher than when the Donncoill gone, never sure most would see it. At least the latter would have moments of intense sweetness, before close to the world and life. Urgent caresses, kisses greedy, grasping hands. Crazed with desire, the two were soon reaching climax, and for a moment, lost track of time and space. Gradually, the numbness faded and satiety Maldie became painfully aware of his own nakedness. Embarrassed, dressed quickly, looking down. That Instead, both were allowed to dominate the passion, blinded by the full when there was still so much that was not said, so many unanswered questions. Nor even know why the Balfour searching there. And if he only intended to possess it and then from, could not fault it. Acted like a fool, giving in without thinking of the consequences. - You're thinking the worst of me, is not it? - Said Balfour, finishing dressing. - Believe me, dear, I would not have faced such a journey long only to sit back together, although it was delicious. - Excuse me. - Maldie smiled a little. - As always, let me drive the desire without questioning whether it was right or sensible to do. They never seem to do the right thing.

- Oh, yes you do. - Balfour embraced, suit. - I cheated. - No, although I have thought so for some time. Wanted find the right words to tell you how sorry I am suffering I have caused you with my suspicions. But no, you betrayed me. At no time revealed my secrets, or hurt my clan. You just lied. - Just lied? - Maldie repeated in surprise. - Yes Indeed, you simply avoided telling me the truth, or else refused answer some of my questions. When I managed to stay calm enough to see beyond my anger and pain, I analysed everything you told me, each his words. The lies that you told me were to cover up the truth. You did not want me to find out who his father was and did well in so doing. If, at the Initially, I had known, I would never have trusted you, would never have believed that you did not plan to help you. - Balfour nodded. - It is unfair consider the child accountable for the mistakes of the father or the mother. - After the evil that caused him Beaton, you would have reason to suspect everything and everyone. - Maldie kissed his face, drunk with happiness. Balfour not only forgiven him for deceiving him, understood as the reasons which had taken to lie to him. - I told you so little about myself, which became difficult for you to decide my guilt or innocence. And you have believed it if I confessed that he had planned to kill Beaton to fulfil a promise? - No. It's hard to believe that a daughter would be willing to kill his own father, even if that father was someone like Beaton. It would be hard to believe that a compassionate woman and delicate as you would endeavour to bring this to the revenge end. - It was probably the best I have failed. - No doubt. While you were tied to the promise made to his mother and Beaton deserved to die, nothing you justify risking the salvation of his soul.

For some time I did not know what burden weighed more on my shoulders: have it unable to consummate his revenge, or have killed his father. So I started to hopes up that maybe you do not blame any of those things. - How could blame him? Anyway I began to see who was really my mother. Margaret never loved me. Just used me to kill my father. Spent my whole life trying to ignore the truth to protect me from the pain of another rejection. Balfour hugged her, wishing he could say something to placate both suffering. - Margaret Beaton and lost the opportunity to be loved by a daughter wonderful, which would have been proud. - He smiled at the blush. - Unfortunately we cannot choose our own parents, but you, despite what fate had imposed, it became a beautiful woman, inside and out. - You better stop talking like that, or I'll end up crying. Laughing, he kissed her on the forehead. - Well, I think it's time to tell you why I came looking for her. All you need to do is answer yes or no. I want to take it with me to Donncoill. I need you by my side. I want her for my wife and chatelaine of Donncoill. Maldie had to restrain himself not to scream "yes" immediately. He told much, but not enough. Balfour wanted her, she was ready to marry her. However, not mentioned love. For a moment he wondered if he could do it confess their feelings before it is forced to take the initiative. But the men often refute exposing the soul, often ashamed to open the heart. And Balfour love her even if there was a possibility that only come there to declare the many years. - I want to marry you, however, maybe my answer is no. You spoke of desire, necessity. But there is something we do not know about me. Something I tried to hide. I Love You, Murray Balfour. I love him with all my strength, from the first moment. Might not make sense to you, but cannot marry him

if the feeling is not mutual. - Ah, my pretty silly. - He crushed her against his chest in a hug passionate. - You will have a lot of love, possibly more than would in some times. - Do you love me? - Maldie asked in a whisper thrilled. - Yes, I love her. From the first moment I saw her. So your answer is yes? Will you marry me? - Yes - The Kiss avid was interrupted by sudden sound of a trumpet. - The signal hunting? - She asked, looking around. Laughing, Balfour finished dressing. - Looks like your Uncle Colin is sending us a notice. If you do not show up right at the castle, the hunt will begin. Happy as never imagined possible Maldie braided hair. Was no longer only in the world. Had relatives who loved her, who worried about their safety. And that would keep under strict surveillance. - I think the days until our wedding will be very long - spoke, seeing a group of Kirkcaldy appear out of nowhere to accompany them to the castle. - Very long even - Balfour agreed helplessly.

Chapter XII

Trembling, Maldie looked in the mirror. She was ready for her wedding. He was stunned with a mixture of nervousness and happiness. A month has passed since Balfour get it out in the fortress Kirkcaldy. And although there were spent reside in Donncoill, the two had never had a chance to be alone, your uncle, and a growing number of relatives who were coming in advance to the wedding took turns in the task of keeping them under constant surveillance until the evening of nuptials.

A knock on the door and entered Colin, cheerful and humorous as usual. Maldie still found it difficult to forgive her mother for having prevented it during years, to enjoy the company of that kind and generous knight. - Not Balfour hid under the bed - she joked. - I know. I just see him in his room, walking from one side to the other. - Walking from one side to the other? So he's worried. Does changed his mind about marriage? Colin laughed at insecurity niece. - No, girl. We men always get nervous on the day of our marriage. After all, we are assuming a serious commitment to God and our like. - Suddenly, he noticed the birthmark on his shoulder Maldie exposed the neckline of the dress. - And a beautiful mark on your skin. - Mark Beaton. My mother used to say it was a sign of my bad blood. - Your mother was just a foolish, bitter and insensitive. You Dubhlinn could be a scoundrel, but not all are the Beaton. Young Eric is also not a Beaton? - Yes, and the skin has the same sign that I carry. - However, it is a boy on his way to become a man of integrity. Answer me, you're proud to be a Kirkcaldy? - Sure. - Well, as I told you before, our clan has always had its share of sinners. Some traitors, thieves, murderers. Believe me, darling, the Murray has also were bastards. You became an honourable woman, despite her parents. Be proud of it. - Thank you, Uncle - Maldie murmured, her eyes brimming with tears. - You're not used to hearing compliments. - It was not a question but rather a statement.

- Does not matter. - Oh, it does. A child needs to feel valued to grow healthy and strong, body and soul. Why spend a lifetime private deserved Cheers, you become so insecure that went so far as to think that your man may be giving up on the marriage. Believe me, Lord Murray could not have chosen a bride more beautiful and endowed with qualities. - Maldie must already be here - Balfour complained for the umpteenth time, stopped few meters from the altar erected in the main hall. Rolling his eyes, Nigel leaned against the wall. - Calm, her uncle picked her up. See, there is your bride. Seeing Maldie, Balfour gasped. The green dress Moldovan water sinuous curves of the body mignon and subtly sexy, black hair, caught in a single braid, were decorated with tiny pearls. Never seen her look so beautiful. Never loved and both wanted a woman. - This is your last chance to turn back, dear - spoke softly, tomandoa by hand. - After pronouncing her vows, you can never escape Me. Rapt, Maldie contemplated that it would soon be her husband. Impressively tall and manly, Balfour had an innate elegance that made him stand out wherever he was. There was not a single rider so beautiful or attractive. Still could not figure out how to be able to attract the attention of a man like him. - This is also your last chance to go back, sir. Remember that try to run, I can run faster still. Laughing, he kissed her lightly on the lips before leading her down the aisle. To kneel before the priest, Maldie looked around the crowd. Kirkcaldy and Murray, two clans who now formed an alliance. Eric with his uncle, both smiling at him. Nigel, also smiling, but gloomily. There was nothing she could do for him,

except pray that overcame the disappointment of unrequited love. So Balfour began to say, before God, who received it as a wife and everything else left exists. Do not want to miss a single word. Balfour still laugh at something silly that Colin had said, when Nigel came to your side. Realizing some discomfort among the brethren, Lord Kirkcaldy moved away, so they could talk privately. Balfour had expected Nigel won their feelings for Maldie or at least learn to live with them. Now began to fear that the situation will not be resolved so easily. - Congratulations, brother, and best wishes. - Thank you. But not only that you want to tell me, is it? - Balfour asked, afraid to hear the answer. - I'm leaving. - Do not go. In no time I asked him to get away from Donncoill. - Yes, I know. I have to leave. I am truly happy for you and Maldie. Anyone can notice how great is the love that unites them. I thought I could accept So get over the disappointment. But it will be difficult to achieve if you stay here. - The last thing I wanted was him away from his home. - You're not getting away. Just decided to travel for a while. Will easier to turn that page from here. I could not bear to hurt you, or Maldie of somehow. Not bear to destroy the friendship that unites us. - Where will you go? - To France. The French are willing to pay any Scottish want to fight the British. And do not give me that look. Do not intend to go to war because I seek death. Although in love with the wife of my brother, keep really enjoying myself for wanting to die. - You will be for the party tomorrow? - No.'ll leave at dawn, in the company of some Kirkcaldy also will be embarking for France. - Nigel hugged her brother tightly. - I will not be

away forever. I'm not so stupid as to think that the heart pains not be cured. I will come back one day. Now I will say goodbye to Eric. Absorbed, Balfour remarked brother disappears in the crowd. And when Maldie appeared beside him, chose not tell you anything yet. Why steal joy of such an important day? - Do you think that we can slip away without being seen? - He asked the middle voice. - I doubt it. There are too many people in here to pass unnoticed. - So let's make a triumphant exit. - Taking her up, Balfour crossed the packed hall in a round of applause, cheers and whistles. - One of us has a huge family. - She laughed when her husband locked the bedroom door and threw her on the bed. - This castle was immense, even Kirkcaldy start arriving. Incidentally, wife, you were beautiful in this dress. - Yes, I was - she murmured languidly, leaving undress. - Beware not to tear it. - I'm being careful. Not plucked with his teeth, as intended. - For a long time we did not stay together. - An eternity. - Today is our wedding night. Maybe we should have been more restrained. What those people down there will think of us? - I'm hungry wife. Restrained me as I could. I reached my limit. - Me too. But now, married, I think one of us needs to learn a little more control. - The Maldie actions belied his words. Throwing herself on her husband, she practically destroyed the clothes that covered, exposing the manly body to your hands and eager lips. They made love with a passion bordering on foolishness. Mouths together, sweaty skin, accelerated heart, fingers intertwined. So reached the climax,

certain that the other one was the very air they breathed. - Oh, dear, my sweet temptress - Balfour murmured, hours later. In this our first night of marriage, I wanted to have her slowly and gently, not drag her rowdy sensations. - I also tried to go slow, but I had no control showing on my impulses. The blame is my uncle. If he had kept in separate until the day of our wedding, we would not be so willing. But do not worry, I can wait for the slow and gentle sex. We have a whole life ahead. - Yes - Gazing at her intently, Balfour said: - There are some things I must tell you. I should have told you before I asked her to marry him, but feared You get angry and do not respond. For a moment Maldie was dominated by fear. Then she forced herself to calm down. Lord Murray was a good and righteous man. Undoubtedly would not keep secrets dark and unforgiving. Besides, who holds out her secrets almost unforgivable. - They are bad things about you that you have to tell me? - No. But it is possible that you will not think well of me. - Spit it out then. This is not a night to be angry, but it is also the perfect night to open up the soul. Tell me everything. - Do you remember the first time we share this bed? - Question foolish. Sure. You said it could no longer continue that game of seduction, he could no longer repress the desire he felt for me and had to satisfy him. - And it was true. But only half the truth. There was another reason whereby pressed to become my mistress. - You did not have to push me a lot. - I had noticed Nigel's interest in you. Wanted to mark it in that night as mine, Maldie, and nobody else. I wanted my brother knew you belonged only to me. E. .. wanted you to know it too. - Balfour was silent

a moment, surprised no sign of anger on his wife's face. - I used the desire you felt for me to drag her to the bed without considering that maybe you still not ready to surrender. - This is a great confession? You have been concerned about this for months, not? - Maldie leaned back on the bed, trying not to laugh, because he feared insult him. - This and one more thing. - Tell me. - I did not need to bring it Donncoill after suffering one defeat Dubhlinn because, at the time, still did not suspect Grizel. However, when I looked you wanted it immediately and decided to have her near me to seduce her. - Shameful. Narrowing his eyes, Balfour watched the woman. Maldie did not seem little angry instead. He seemed to have fun with the story. - And finally ... - There's more? - I told you about when I suspected you were cheating on me. But not I explained all the reasons that led me to judge her a spy. Part of me just could not understand how you had been able to choose me, having to Nigel his feet. Maldie widened his eyes and buried his face in the pillow. Terrified, Balfour hated himself for having taken her to tears. Never seen her cry before ... Then, the sounds muffled became more distinct. - Honey, are you laughing? - Asked in a mixture of awe and confusion. She lifted her face, illuminated by a radiant smile. - Excuse me if I offended you laughing, but never crossed my mind that his would these serious sins. - Now you're having fun at my expense - he muttered, feeling

relaxed for the first time since he decided to confess to him the whole truth. - Us husband and wife. Wanted to start our marriage only with truth between us. - A commendable decision. But you worried for no reason. Perhaps her initial behaviour was not very honourable, but it is nothing compared to I told you lies. - Still was not right to avail myself of every means to seduce her. - Calm down, my love. I also wanted you since the first time the seen. Maybe I have not myself been worth every means to seduce him, but I did my best to earn it. So stop blaming yourself. - You forgive the faults of her husband very easily. - When these faults are wishing me madly and trying to seduce me, are not hard to forgive. - I love you, Maldie Murray. - I'm so happy, I fear waking from a dream. Just one more thing I I would say, before becoming the deliver us to the delights of the wedding night. - More confessions? - That's not it. I saw him talking to Nigel after the ceremony and had the impression that they were talking about something serious. Is there a problem that I have not know? - No and yes. We are not facing any external threat. There no enemy to kill me, or get hold of our lands. The problem is within our family. Nigel will depart tomorrow morning. - Why? - Maldie asked, though guessed the answer. - You want to ally with the French in the struggle against the British. - Oh, I'm sorry. - This is not your fault, dear. - Of course. His brother is leaving because of me. - No. You never did anything to encourage him. Nigel only needs some

time alone to overcome this feeling. - I hope he comes back soon, because his place is here, in Donncoill, near you and Eric. Maybe he can find what you are looking for in France. - Just as I found my happiness on the road to Dubhlinn. - Balfour leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. - I love you, my beautiful seductive green eyes. - No more than I love her. - Are you challenging me, milady? - Smiling, Balfour held by pulses, sandwiching her in bed with her body. - Yes, I am. Are you man enough to accept my challenge? - It could take a long time to decide who is the winner. - We have a whole life - she murmured sexy. - And I cannot think a better way to spend our years together than showing one another the as we love. - Neither I Maldie Murray. Neither do I. End.