“Aye, but ye were given to go for weeks without one while we were at battle if I did no’ carp,” Alpin muttered as Greer dragged him away from the fence. “And I meant in warm water in a tub inside, no’ in a freezing loch with all manner o’ fish and critters in it.”
“Bathing indoors is fer ladies and bairns . . . and mayhap fer men in the winter,” Greer allowed reluctantly, but then rallied and added, “But when the weather is fine as ’tis now, a warrior prefers the loch.”
“ ’Tis no’ fine today,” Alpin argued as Greer pulled him toward the stables. “There is a chill in the air.”
“Just a hint o’ fall hailing us ere summer starts her death cries,” Greer said with a shrug.
“ ’Twill be me death cry yer hearing if ye make me swim in the loch,” Alpin muttered with disgust as the stable master appeared at the mouth of the stables with Greer’s horse in tow. “I am already down with fever and should be abed.”
“Aye, I ken ye are,” Greer said sympathetically as he swung Alpin up onto the saddle. He then mounted behind him and took the reins with a “thank ye” for the man before urging the horse toward the drawbridge. “And that is why I decided we shall go swimming rather than meself alone.”
“Ye’re trying to kill me,” Alpin moaned, slumping in the saddle before him.
Greer rolled his eyes at the dramatics and shook his head. “Nay. I’m trying to help ye. Ye’re too hot, lad. ’Twill boil yer brains do we no’ get the fever down and I’m hoping a cold swim’ll do the trick. Otherwise, ’twill mean leeches and poultices fer ye.”
“No’ leeches,” Alpin gasped with horror. “I hate leeches.”
“I ken ye do,” Greer acknowledged sympathetically. Mouth firming, he then added, “But I’ve grown rather fond o’ yer sorry little arse nagging at me, so if the swim does no’ work, we’ll do whatever we ha’e to, to see ye well. Even leeches.”
Alpin groaned and slumped closer against him and Greer frowned at the heat pouring off the boy. He was really quite concerned about the lad. It had been dawn when he’d woken the last time in Saidh’s bed. Greer had been terribly tempted to wake Saidh for another round of passion, but she’d looked so peaceful sleeping, and he was concerned that he would just add to the discomfort that she would no doubt suffer today, so had forced himself from Saidh’s bed, gathered anything that would speak of his presence in her room and had dragged himself back to his own.
His bedchamber had seemed empty when he’d entered and Greer had quickly changed and headed below. He’d intended to go out and collect his horse to ride out to the loch for a quick dip to clean himself up before breaking his fast. But one look at the empty stall where Bowie kept his horse had told him that unless he wanted company, he should wait to take his own swim. His first, he had noticed, liked to swim early in the morning as well. He’d come across the man on more than one occasion down at the loch.
Clucking impatiently under his tongue, Greer had trudged back into the keep to break his fast, but it had been a tiresome business. He hadn’t swum yet to build up his appetite, and Lady MacDonnell, Saidh, nor even Alpin were at the tables. He knew Lady MacDonnell hadn’t been feeling well the night before and so was probably having a lie-in, and he had kept Saidh up half the night with his desires so she would sleep late. But Alpin’s absence had been troublesome and after searching the bailey and castle, Greer had returned to his room and found that it wasn’t empty after all. The boy had been huddled under a mountain of furs at the foot of the bed, shivering madly.
A quick feel of his forehead had only deepened Greer’s concern and he’d rousted the boy from sleep and harried him downstairs to break his fast, making sure he ate heartily despite his protests. He’d then gone to the kitchens to order the cook to put water on to heat for a bath, then returned to Alpin and told him to go back above stairs, grab some furs from his bed, and huddle outside Lady Saidh’s door. At the first sound that suggested she was awake, he was to run down to the kitchens and tell them to take up the bath. Then he was to come out and let him know.
The boy had done as told, Bowie had returned, and now Greer intended to make Alpin submerge himself in the cold loch water, even if he had to hold him down to get it done. He knew the common belief right now was that you should close all the windows, bundle the ailing individual up and stoke the fires in the room high to boil out the fever, but Greer had met a rather wise old healer once who had told him that was the wrong way to go about it. That a fever too high could damage the head and ye were better to do what ye could to cool the body than to heat it further.
Since that healer had saved his life when he was quite sure no one else could have, he was wont to listen to her advice and cool Alpin down. If it didn’t work . . . well, then he’d try something else.
“There ye are.”
Saidh peered into the mirror Joyce held before her. Eyes widening in surprise as she took in her reflection, she breathed with amazement, “Why ye’ve made me pretty without fussing hardly at all.”
Joyce laughed and set the mirror aside. “M’lady, God made ye pretty. I jest brushed out yer hair and put in a couple o’ wee braids to keep it out o’ yer face during the day.”
That was exactly what she’d done. Joyce had taken a few strands of hair on one side to make one long thin braid, and then done the same on the other before drawing both back to weave them together at the back of her head. Each braid held the rest of her unbraided hair off her face. It was most sensible. She would battle better with her sword without her hair getting in the way . . . and yet she looked pretty. . . . and ladylike, she marveled. And it had not even taken long or needed a lot of fuss.
Saidh smiled happily at the woman and stood up. “Ye’re very good at this, Joyce. I’d be happy to have ye to maid.”