Caelen sighed and settled on the bed next to her. He hesitated and then carefully put his arms around her in a hug.

“It’s understandable if you need to cry,” he said gruffly.

She buried her face in his chest and burst into tears. She cried noisily while he patted her awkwardly on the back. She cried until her eyes were puffy and her head ached vilely. After a while her sobs turned to painful hiccups.

She drew away and wiped at her nose with the back of her hand. Then she started laughing.

Caelen looked warily at her and she didn’t blame him. He probably thought she’d lost her mind.

“I bloodied his nose,” she said.

Caelen smiled. “I saw that. Very impressive. You’re a fierce lass.”

“I also kneed him between the legs.”

He winced but nodded his approval. “Between the two of us, I don’t think he’ll be in any shape to accost any more lasses.”

“Good,” she said fiercely. “While I know we can’t kill him, ’tis the truth I hope he suffers.”

Caelen chuckled.

She sighed and looked up at him. “Thank you. I’m sorry to have sobbed all over you. Your tunic is wet.”

“ ’Tis the least I can do after all you’ve done for my clan,” he said quietly. “ ’Tis the truth I had little liking for you in the beginning. I thought no good could come of Alaric’s infatuation with you. But ’tis the truth he is a most fortunate man. Even now when ’twould be easy to wreck his impending marriage to Rionna, you think only of the clan. You’re a hell of a woman, Keeley McCabe.”

Her eyes watered again. “Oh, you must stop. ’Tis the truth I tear up whenever I’m called by McCabe.”

Caelen tucked his finger under her chin and forced it upward. “Are you all right? Did he hurt you badly?”

“I did more damage to him than he did to me. He struck me once on the jaw and it aches fiercely, but ’tis all he managed.”

“Good. Now would you like me to fetch one of the women for you?”

He looked so hopeful that she had to hide her smile. “Nay. I’ll be fine. You did a woman’s job very skillfully.”

He scowled, which amused her all the more.

“I’m jesting, but in all seriousness, thank you. It means much that you would come to my aid.”

Caelen’s expression darkened. “It displeases me that you would think I wouldn’t.”

She rose from her seat on the bed and swayed as her knees bobbled. Caelen caught her arm to steady her and frowned fiercely at her.

“You should remain on the bed. You’ve suffered a terrible fright.”

“I must go tend to Mairin’s needs and see how the babe fares. I need to go about my duties, or I’ll sit here and cry.”

“As soon as you’ve tended to Mairin, you’re to return to your chamber and rest,” he said sternly. “If you don’t, I’ll tell Alaric what occurred.”

Her scowl was every bit as ferocious as his. “All right. I’ll retire after I’ve seen to Mairin.”

Caelen watched her walk from the room, noting her unsteady gait. She was daft if she thought he’d tell no one what happened. Ewan needed to be aware of the viper in his keep. He’d do as she wished and not tell Alaric only because she was right. There would be no calming his brother’s rage if he knew of Gregor’s attack on Keeley. War would be declared and everything the McCabes had worked for over the last years would be for naught.

For the first time he felt sadness for the position his brother was in. ’Twas obvious Alaric cared deeply for Keeley, and the lass cared for him in return. The fact that she didn’t leap on the opportunity to ruin his match with Rionna earned her his deep respect.

Nay, Alaric could not know of what happened, but Caelen could step in and be her protector until the McDonalds were gone from McCabe lands. The sooner it happened, the better. For it was God’s truth, Caelen wouldn’t be able to look upon the bastard without seeing Keeley’s tear-stained face, and then he’d want to kill him all over again.

CHAPTER 33

“Keeley, whatever happened to your face?” Mairin demanded.

Keeley touched the sore place on her jaw. “Does it look bad?”

Mairin frowned. “There’s a bruise. I didn’t see it at first until you turned a certain way in the light. What happened?”

“Oh, ’tis nothing,” Keeley said brightly. “ ’Twas my clumsiness. ’Tis the truth I’m embarrassed. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Thank goodness no one was there to witness it.”

Mairin didn’t look convinced but didn’t pursue the topic.

“Now tell me, how are you feeling?”

“Tired but otherwise I feel well. ’Tis some soreness, but I’m eager to be up from my bed.” She looked pleadingly at Keeley. “Ewan is about to drive me daft. I’ve told him that countless women have left their bed by now but he refuses to listen to reason.”

Keeley smiled. “I don’t see why a brief time to stand up and stretch your muscles would be amiss.”

“I’d like to sit by the fire and nurse Isabel. I grow weary of lying abed.”

“Oh, is that what you’ve named her? ’Tis a beautiful name.”

Mairin’s face shone with pride and love as she glanced down at the sleeping babe at her breast. “Aye. Ewan is going to announce it when the king arrives.”

Keeley swallowed and looked away, busying herself with straightening items that didn’t need straightening. “The king will be here soon?”

“Aye. Ewan sent word to him before Isabel was born. He wanted to attend Alaric’s wedding. We expect his messenger any day to announce his impending arrival.”

Steeling her features, Keeley reached for the babe. “Let me put her in her cradle and then I’ll help you to the chair by the fire. Would you like me to help you wash and change into fresh clothing while I’m here?”

“Oh ’twould be wondrous,” Mairin breathed.

After settling the babe in her cradle, Keeley helped Mairin sit up on the edge of the bed. She efficiently stripped the other woman down and helped her wash. Once Mairin was dressed in a clean, sweet-smelling gown, Keeley braced herself and helped the other woman to her feet.

“ ’Tis not so bad,” Mairin said in triumph. “I don’t feel weak at all.”

“Wife, ’tis clear I’m going to have to post a guard on you at all times to make sure you stay where you belong,” Ewan said from the door.

Keeley grabbed the startled Mairin and then turned to scowl at the laird. “Come in or go out, but shut the door and keep your voice down. The babe is sleeping.”

Ewan didn’t look happy to be ordered about, but he complied with Keeley’s order and then returned to stand a few feet away from Mairin, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh, do quit standing there frowning,” Keeley said in exasperation. “Help her to the chair by the fire. She’d like to feed your daughter in comfort.”

“She should be abed resting,” Ewan said gruffly.

But he gathered Mairin gently to his side and eased her into the chair a short distance away. Keeley fussed around making sure Mairin was adequately covered, and then she went to fetch the baby and settled her into Mairin’s arms.

“Do stop frowning, husband,” Mairin said, echoing Keeley’s order. “I’m perfectly fit. If I had to spend one more day in that bed, I was going to go mad.”

“I just worry for you,” he said. “I want you and Isabel to be hale and hearty.”

Mairin smiled and patted Ewan’s arm. “We are both perfectly well.”

Ewan sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Mairin nursed Isabel. His expression was slightly awed and his eyes glowed with love. ’Twas a heart-squeezing sight to behold.

“You nearly made me forget what I came up to tell you,” Ewan reproached. “Seeing you out of bed made me lose my purpose.”

Mairin grinned. “ ’Tis not often you lose your purpose, husband.”

He shot her a quelling stare. “The king arrives in two days’ time. My messenger intercepted him with the news of Isabel’s birth. He is most pleased to celebrate Alaric’s wedding and the sealing of our alliance as well as to bestow the legacy of Neamh Álainn on our daughter.”

Keeley froze but continued the task of collecting Mairin’s soiled linens.

“I can’t still be abed when the king arrives,” Mairin wailed.

“You’ll not overtax yourself,” Ewan said sternly.

“I’ll not miss Alaric’s wedding. I don’t care if you must carry me belowstairs. ’Tis ridiculous that I’ve been stuck in this bed for so many days.”

“You should have no difficulty going belowstairs for a short time, provided you rest in the meantime,” Keeley interjected.

Ewan shot Mairin a smug look. Mairin turned to glare at Keeley. “Traitor,” she whispered.

A knock sounded at the chamber door and Ewan rose with a frown. When he opened it, Rionna McDonald stood in the hallway. Keeley stiffened and looked away, though it was stupid. It wasn’t as if Rionna couldn’t see her.

“Your pardon, Laird McCabe,” Rionna said formally. “I’d hoped to see Lady McCabe and her babe, if they are up to having visitors.”

Mairin shot Ewan a helpless look and then glanced sideways at Keeley in apology.

“I’m quite finished with my duties,” Keeley said loudly. “I’ll be in to check on you later, my lady.” She bowed to Laird McCabe and hurried past Rionna.

Rionna reached out to touch Keeley’s arm. “Please, Keeley. I would speak to you later.”

Keeley smiled brightly. “ ’Tis no need. There is nothing to discuss. I hear the king arrives in two days’ time. Congratulations on your marriage. I’m sure you must be breathless with excitement.”

She turned and hurried down the hall, Rionna’s troubled gaze following her the entire way.

Alaric swung his sword in a wide arc and sent his opponent’s shield flying through the air. ’Twas the fourth man he’d dispatched in as many minutes, and he whirled, looking for his next adversary.