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charity!” Fiona cried.
    “Charity?
Nay, lassie, ’Tis not charity. Ye'll pay me back for every penny, I promise ye.” Reaching out, he took her hand, smiling slightly at her startled look when his fingers enclosed hers. “How old are ye, Fiona Hay?”
    “Fifteen,” she told him. Her hand trembled in his.
    “When did yer mam die? I remember her long ago. She was to have been my father's second wife. The twins are her mirror image, but for their brown eyes.”
    “She died when Morag was born. I was but eight, but I became the woman of the house then,” Fiona told him. “Our father died when I was ten.”
    He was astounded. Except for her two old retainers, she had been alone up here, raising her sisters since she was ten years old. “How did ye manage to make matches for yer sisters?”
    “We went to the games last summer,” she told him. “Anne met Duncan Keith there, and they were married last autumn. Margery and Elsbeth met Colin and Walter then, but they were too young until now to wed. Thirteen is a good age to marry, I think. Anne will not be here tomorrow, for her bairn is due to be born soon, and she has not been wed even a year. Duncan is verra pleased that she is such a good breeder.”
    He smiled at her. “Yer mother was, too.”
    “Aye, but Mam only birthed live daughters. Her three sons were born dead, or died soon after birth. ‘Twas my grandmam's curse on our father, ye see,” Fiona told him solemnly. “,Tis why ye have the glen lands that belonged to my grandfather Hay. Did ye know him?”
    “Aye. Ye didn't?”
    “My father would not allow us to go into the glen, or our mam either, after he took her forcibly from her parents,” Fiona explained. “He said our grandfather was a stubborn old man who would not see reason and would give away Hay lands rather than admit that he was wrong. He never forgave our grandfather and cursed him with his dying breath.”
    “Ewan Hay never forgave yer father for stealing his daughter away, but he was a fair man, proud and good. He would have liked ye, lassie, although I don't think he would have approved of yer bold ways.”
    “Would he approve of yer bold bargain with me, my lord?” Fiona asked him slyly. “I may be brazen, but I have done what I had to do in order to see to my sisters’ futures. They have only me to look after them and protect them.”
    “Ye'll not shame me, Fiona Hay, with yer goodness,” he teased her. “Ye must see, however, that I canna allow ye to go unpunished for yer crimes against me. If I did, I should open myself up to all sorts of difficulties from our neighbors, who would think me a weakling. I must help to keep this region peaceful for the time when the king returns to Scotland. I canna do that if I am thought ineffectual or craven. No, lassie, ye'll have to pay the piper.”
    “Do we have a king?” she asked, surprised. “I thought the Duke of Albany was our ruler.”
    “He was regent in the king's name, for King James has been held captive in England since before ye were born,” he explained. “When the duke died two years ago, his son, Murdoch, took his place, but he is a weak fool. Negotiations are under way even now to bring the king home at last. I have spent time in Englandwith the king. We are kin. Both our grandmothers were Drummonds.”
    Fiona managed to extract her hand from the laird's gentle but firm grasp. It was difficult to think, she found, when she could feel the heat of his skin. “Why has the king been in England instead of here in Scotland, my lord?” Her curiosity was overcoming her nervousness.
    “Because he was captured by the English when he was but a wee lad. Ye see, his father, old King Robert, was not a strong king. He was past fifty when he came to the throne, neither sturdy of body nor majestic of presence, and he was given to deep black moods. He was truly unfit to govern, but he was a decent prince, and ‘twas thought it better to proceed with the coronation. After he was