Dragon's Daughter. Catherine Archer

idea. “Soon enough.” He knew that he must indeed go ere much more time passed, if he was not able to gain any ground here.

      Sean frowned. “Mither says ye are looking for someone. A woman named Rosalind.”

      Christian said, “I am.”

      “Ye have been told that she isna hereabouts.”

      He resisted casting a glance at Rowena. “Aye, I have been told. I cannot remain much longer. I have been away too long as it is, for I did tell my sister, Aislynn, that I would be home weeks ago. She and my father are…” He halted, not wanting to speak of his relationship with his family, nor wishing to reveal the guilt that rose at every thought of them.

      In the silence that followed, Christian looked up and saw that Rowena had paused in the act of setting the swaddled babe into his mother’s waiting arms. Their eyes met.

      She watched him with an intensity that both shocked and inexplicably drew him as she said, “You are leaving soon?”

      “Aye.” The word hung in the air between them. Was she, somehow, in some part of herself that she was not yet willing to acknowledge, beginning to understand that his presence here was of great import to her?

      Time seemed to lengthen and stretch in an immeasurable way, until finally she turned away. He could read nothing in her tone as she said, “’Tis best to wait a bit longer after your recent illness. Just to make certain that you are fully recovered.”

      Christian was left with no opportunity to consider her words. For when she moved toward the table and began to place small pouches into a larger one with studied concentration, Sean let out a barely audible groan. Christian turned to him, seeing his yearning eyes fixed on Rowena.

      As if sensing Christian’s attention, Sean turned to him with resentment. “Why did ye look at her that way?” Angry color rode his cheeks.

      He was indeed in love with Rowena.

      Christian did not know what to say, for the other man obviously saw him as a rival. This was as far from the actual situation as possible.

      Yet Christian had no intention of revealing his true interest in Rowena.

      Sean spoke again before Christian could even think of forming a reply. “I will pray that yer family is not long awaiting yer return, English knight. Their peace will be mine.”

      Christian felt a momentary flash of guilt that when he left he might be taking away what Sean held most dear. He quickly brushed it aside. He felt sympathy for the young man, but could not allow that to make him hesitate in taking Rowena with him if she would come. If she was Rosalind, her place was at Dragonwick.

      “Sean?” It was Rowena’s voice.

      He swung about without another word, and moved to her side.

      “If you will take this to the cart?” She held up a woolen bag. “It contains clean clothes for the babe.”

      Stiffly he took the bag and went out without so much as glancing toward Christian again.

      Christian then watched as Rowena turned and helped Nina to stand. The babe lay upon the bed as she gingerly wriggled to the edge. Rowena reached out to place a steadying hand beneath her arm as she took a deep breath and rose to her feet. Her weakness was clear, for she buckled almost instantly.

      Without asking permission, Christian rose and went to lean over her. “You should not travel this day.”

      He could feel the tension in Rowena’s slender body as she agreed. “He is right. You are not strong enough.”

      Nina’s lips thinned obstinately. “I mun go home.”

      He gave a grunt of exasperation, bending down to sweep her into his arms. Neither she nor Rowena made any protest as he carried her to the cart.

      As he set her on the narrow wooden seat beside a frowning Sean, Rowena appeared with the babe in a basket. Carefully she placed the sleeping child on the floor before them. “He will sleep for a time.” Her gaze caught Nina’s. “You must not forget to take the medicaments I put in the bag for you. They will help you to regain your strength more quickly.”

      The girl blinked back tears. “I willna forget.” Her appreciative gaze included Christian, who had stepped back to allow them to talk. “I thank ye both. I…ye saved our lives and I kin niver…” She halted, wiping a tear on the sleeve of the clean gown Rowena had given her.

      Christian nodded, unable to speak past the lump in his own throat as Rowena whispered, “Just look after the babe. And remember, if you ever need anything…”

      The girl nodded and looked to Sean. “We mun away or we shall miss the tide.”

      Rowena stepped back beside Christian as Sean cast one more disapproving glance at them. Rowena seemed intent on wiping moisture from the corner of her own eyes.