“Of course. They gathered information on the ones they wished to be more closely allied with. Many would do the same although, kenning how they treated a daughter of the clan, one has to wonder on their motives. They also couldnae risk the Murrays kenning how the lass was being treated. Kenning what I do about that clan, and the women bred of it, I do have to wonder why Lady Arianna didnae ken the truth sooner or why she didnae just leave the mon when he showed himself to be a cold bastard.”
Brian looked around to make sure that they were still alone for, while he knew he could trust Arianna’s secrets to Sigimor, he did not want others to hear too much. “She was but newly turned seventeen when she married him and was determined to make it a good marriage, one as good as the others in her clan. But, from the moment she was his wife, fully separated from her kin, Claud began to break her pride and her spirit.”
“Are ye sure he didnae beat her?”
“Nay. I believe she would ne’er have stood for that. That would have been an abuse she would have easily recognized. One blow from his hand and the mon wouldnae have seen her save for the dust behind her mount. Aye, and he would probably have been kept busy pulling a knife or two out of his body.”
Sigimor nodded. “That sounds much akin to the Murray lasses we have kenned and heard of.”
“Aye, she would have quickly acted against any physical brutality. He crushed her with words. Constant criticisms, insults, and unkindnesses. Young, innocent, and unaccustomed to such subtle cruelties, she was easy prey. She told me she could still hear him, that she still winces at the sharp cut of his words. He cut away at her pride in herself, at all that makes her a woman.”
“A slow poison so that he could keep her completely under his boot.”
“Aye, and so instead of wondering why he was such a poor husband, she was soon thinking herself a poor wife. He made certain that she ne’er looked too closely at him and I wonder if that is one reason he gave the care of his children into her hands, kenning that they would hold her interest and attention. I think he kenned she had the wit to uncover all of his lies. And in the end, she did, was e’en planning how to leave him and that cold place when he and his true wife were murdered.”
“And all the time planning to take those two lads with her, I wager.”
“Of course. ’Twas plotting how to do that without causing an uproar, which held her there even after she learned the truth about Claud.” Brian shook his head. “She was hoping that she could find a way to save the boys from the shame and humiliation that would come when the truth was revealed. Aye, even thinking on how to protect the very family that had scorned her. She kens how she will be marked if the truth comes out but she thought only of the boys and the families, hers and his. All that only to discover that bastard of a husband had left a confession for his parents, one to be read if he died, one they quickly acted upon without much thought to how it could hurt her.”
Sigimor cursed. “I thought the Lucettes were allies and kinsmen to the Murrays.”
“Ach, weel, every family has its rotten apples.”
“Aye. We always thought ours were those cursed MacFingals.”
Brian laughed and tossed an uncut apple at his cousin’s head. There were times when one wanted to beat Sigimor with a thick stick, but Brian had liked the man from the first moment he had met him. He had easily seen beneath that stern-faced exterior to the man who had, at a very young age, become the laird to a large number of siblings, widows, and orphans, and done his best to protect them all. The man was rough and appeared hard but just as with his own brother Ewan, Brian knew there was a big heart beneath that broad chest.
“Throwing food about?”
“Sigimor was just being his usual irritating self,” Brian said as he and his cousin stood to greet Arianna and Jolene. “Are ye ready to leave?” he asked Arianna as he directed her to the seat on his left.
“Aye, as soon as I have eaten,” Arianna said. “I am verra eager to see my lads again. I ken that your kin will protect them and have gotten them to Scarglas unharmed, but I need to see with my own eyes that Michel and Adelar are safe.” She shrugged. “I need to hold them again.”
“Of course you do,” said Jolene as she helped herself to a large bowl of porridge. “You accepted the responsibility of their care and, no matter how much you trust in the ones who now shelter them, ’tis impossible not to fret.” She exchanged an understanding smile with Arianna and then looked at her husband. “Where are our children?”
“The bairns have filled their bellies, which appear to be bottomless, and gone out to thump with their wooden swords anything that will stand still long enough. Fergus is with them.”
“Your daughters are supposed to be learning how to ply their needles.”
“Ye can remind them of that chore when ye are done eating. They will probably tend to their lessons a bit better after they have had a wee bit of fun thumping things.”