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asked. “The Forbeses and the Inneses will have their dowries or they will not have ye, I fear. Besides, by the time I see Jeannie and Morag safely wed, I'll be much too old to marry. I won't mind growing old here upon the ben.” She patted her sisters, comforting them as best she could.
    “But what if he gives ye a child?” asked Margery.
    “The Gordons take care of their own, Mistress Hay” the laird reassured her. “If yer sister bears my bairn, I will not desert either of them.”
    The twins began to weep simultaneously.
    “Flora” their elder sibling said, “take my sisters to our chamber and stay with them until I call for ye.”
    The older woman shepherded the two girls off, alternately scolding and cooing at them as they went. “Now, hush, ye two. Up the stairs with ye! Embarrassing yer sister. And her so brave and only looking out for yer happiness.”
    “Tarn, where are ye?” Fiona called out to Flora's husband.
    “Here, mistress.” An old man shoved through the clansmen.
    “Have we cider enough to quench the thirsts of all these men?”
    “Aye,” he answered dourly.
    “Down the stairs and outside with ye, laddies,” the laird ordered his men. “Tarn will bring ye cider. Refresh yerselves while Mistress Hay and I make final our arrangement. Ye, too, Jamie-boy.” Angus didn't need James appealing to his conscience.
    When the hall had emptied, Fiona invited the laird to sit by the fire. “I canna offer ye wine,” she told him honestly. “I have but two barrels left in the cellar. The Forbeses and the Inneses are mighty drinkers.”
    He nodded and raised the goblet. “This cider will be fine. The weddings are tomorrow?” He settled himself by the hearth, but the blaze was small, offering little warmth.
    “Aye, Colin Forbes is to wed Margery, and Walter Innes will wed Elsbeth. They'll be here with their clansmen and pipers early in the day. A priest is coming from the abbey at Glenkirk to perform the ceremony.We don't have our own priest. My father didn't like priests, although my mother insisted on calling one each time she gave birth so we might be baptized, or buried. When she died giving birth to our Morag, he would not send for the priest. Morag is not baptized, nor was our mam shriven before she was buried. When our father died, I didn't call the priest for him, though he begged me to do so,” she said with a fierce satisfaction. “I shall ask the priest to baptize wee Morag tomorrow after my sisters are wed. ’Tis not right she be a heathen.”
    “Ye'll come with me to Brae Castle after the weddings,” the laird told her. “And yer two little sisters, and the old servants. They can't remain here, Fiona Hay. I'm amazed this tower has not fallen in by now. Ye'll all be safe with me.” What on earth was he letting himself in for? Angus Gordon wondered. But of course he could not leave the two elderly servants alone to care for the two small girls in a dwelling about to tumble down about their ears.
    “This is my home, my lord,” Fiona said proudly. “It may not be as fine as yers, but I won't abandon it. Ye haven't the right to ask me. I have offered ye only my maidenhead. Though I know nothing about the business, ye can only take it once, I believe.”
    Angus Gordon had to laugh. She
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as bold as brass, though he suspected she was afraid, even if she wouldn't show it. “Don't think for a moment, lassie, that I intend letting ye off for yer offenses, for I will not, but a maidenhead, even a royal one, is scarce worth twenty head of my cattle. Ye'll come back to Loch Brae with me and live there as my mistress until I deem that ye have worked off yer debt to me,” he told her. “I'm a fair man, Fiona Hay. Yer sisters will live with ye, and yer servants, too. They will be well treated. I will carefor them as if they were my own family. You will have regular meals, for if the bairns are as thin as ye and the two brides, then good food will not be amiss.”
    “We don't need yer