There were times he cursed the customs and teachings of his family. Many men were all too ready to walk away from a child they bred despite how often they condemned that child to a hard life. Harcourt could never do that. Leaving a woman carrying his child had proven hard enough but he had known that child would be loved and cared for, and would prosper. Now that he had seen his son, come to know the child, that was no longer enough but his vow to David held him silent. Murrays did not break a vow.
When Annys entered the butcher’s small shop with Benet, Harcourt took a careful look around before leaving her to do her business with the man. He rejoined his companions and surveyed the village that hugged the hillside. It was a good place. Harcourt made careful note of a few things he would like to do at Gormfeurach.
“’Tis a fine place for a lad to grow into a man,” said Callum.
Harcourt winced. “I ken it. Kenned it all those years ago when David asked me to do that one thing for him. After all, I owed him my life. Doesnae make it any easier.”
“Nay, I suspicion it doesnae.”
“And now? Weel, now I ken more fully why he asked such a thing of me. The kinsmon who wants to take his place as laird cannae be allowed to hold Glencullaich. This land, these people, deserve better than that.”
“Aye, they do. That doesnae mean ye couldnae still be a part of the lad’s life.”
Harcourt smiled faintly. “That could cause as many problems as it might solve.”
“Because others might soon suspect what the lad is to you?” asked Callum. “Or because it would be difficult to leave the lass alone?”
“I have been told that most of the people here have kenned that the lad was ne’er David’s get.”
“And they dinnae care?”
“Nay. They loved David and David claimed the boy, took him straight into his heart. Now that I have seen what awaited them if there was no heir, I can understand such acceptance. As for the lass? Nay, I wouldnae be able to leave her alone. I find it most difficult to do that even now.”
“And, of course, if ye stayed here it wouldnae take long for your kin to discover the lad, aye?”
Harcourt grimaced. “They would and that would be a complication I should verra much like to avoid.”
Callum nodded. “They wouldnae be able to act as if he was just some other woman’s child, a woman ye ken weel and whose husband was a good friend to you. They would treat Benet as what he is—blood kin. But then, they are weel kenned to readily accept stray bairns into their family.”
Recalling how Callum came to be so much a part of their family, Harcourt frowned. His clan was indeed well known to take into their homes the children that others cast aside so callously. It was that reputation that had landed Callum in his brother Payton’s home so many years ago. The woman Payton now called wife had hunted him down to aid her in the rescuing of Callum and his friends. Payton and Kirstie still rescued children, a crusade Callum had taken up as well. It could mean that he could tell his kin about Benet yet not risk the boy’s place as David’s heir. His kin were also very skilled at keeping secrets.
“I need to decide what I do and dinnae wish to do about Annys ere I decide on how to deal with my kin,” he said.
“What is there to decide? Ye want her. That isnae much of a secret. Ye wanted her five years ago and ye still do. A wanting that lasts that long is much more than a simple lusting.”
“I ken it. Just dinnae ken if it is enough. And, she isnae rushing into my arms now, is she. My vanity has taken a mighty beating as she remains unmoved by all my seduction skills.”
Callum laughed softly but quickly grew serious again. “I can see the want in her eyes when she looks at you. But, do ye ken what else I see? Guilt.”
“She has naught to feel guilty about.”
“Nay, but that doesnae means she believes that. The rules are written clearly, old friend. The Church preaches them to one and all from the time we are all too young to e’en ken what they are actually saying or what they mean. She broke a verra big rule and it doesnae matter much if her own husband told her to do it. Big sin. Big guilt.”
Harcourt cursed. “I wondered on that. Cannae say I dinnae feel the bite of it myself from time to time. Ne’er mind what the Church preaches. Adultery is darkly frowned upon by my kin. I didnae break a vow to a wife but that wouldnae completely save me from their censure.” He frowned as he caught the glint of sun on metal on the side of one of the many hills surrounding the village.
“What is it?” asked Callum as he looked in the same direction Harcourt was intensely staring in.
“Someone is up there.”
“One of the herdsmen or shepherds?”
“Would they start a fire on such a fine day?” Seeing how Callum squinted, Harcourt pointed to where he had seen a thin curl of smoke rising above a cluster of big stones. “There. Just behind that wee cairn.” He soon saw two more signs of smoke.
“Ye have eyes like a falcon. Ah, aye, now I see it or something akin to what ye say ye are looking at. What are they doing? And, aye, now I see the other two.”
“I dinnae ken. Spying on us. They are close enough to see a lot if they have good eyes. But why the fire? ’Tis a warm day.” He mulled over that very question for a moment and then cursed.
“What?”