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obviously gently born and bred. But the damage was done, and he couldn’t call back the reactions of himself or Teague and Eveline’s brothers.
    The courtyard was barren. No sounds could be heard, not even in the distance. The wind kicked up, blowing cool where the sun had beat down on their heads.
    When they mounted the steps into the keep, a nervous buzz could be heard from within. There was quiet weeping, and the low rumble of masculine voices offering words of comfort. But there was an edge, even in the men’s words, that couldn’t be mistaken.
    They all awaited their fate.
    Bowen stepped into the hall behind Genevieve, his expression grim and a sense of sadness gripping him. He had no desire to visit death and destruction upon the innocent. For the first time in a history steeped in violence, the future looked peaceful.
    The Montgomerys had achieved at least a temporary truce with the Armstrongs—a genuine truce—sealed by Graeme’s marriage, and his love for Eveline Armstrong.
    And the truth of it was that Bowen could find no fault with the Armstrongs for wanting only to protect Eveline. Tavis Armstrong seemed a fair, just man, as much as it pained Bowen to admit such.
    When the McHugh clansmen caught sight of Genevieve, and then of the four men who strode in behind her, there was an instant barrage of noise. Babbling, theweeping intensified. Dark scowls adorned the men’s faces, and there were accusing glares from some of the women.
    All directed at … Genevieve?
    Bowen frowned in puzzlement, but before he could say anything two women launched a harsh accusation in Genevieve’s direction.
    “How you must be gloating now,” one hissed. “Are you here to witness our murder? Did you offer to whore yourself to the enemy so that your position would be secure?”
    “How could you?” the other demanded. “There are children here. Aye, mostly women and children and our husbands who remained behind, knowing their lives would surely be forfeit.”
    More stepped forward as if to add their own condemnation, but Bowen took his own step forward, planting himself between Genevieve and the others.
    Teague’s brows drew together and he moved to Genevieve’s side, but she seemed unruffled by the animosity directed at her. Her expression was passive and unreadable. No emotion shone in her eyes, and she stared ahead, her features set in stone.
    Was the woman inhuman? No man or woman alive could stand by and suffer the insults thrown her way without some reaction. And yet Genevieve seemed impervious to it all.
    “Careful how you malign your champion,” Bowen said, his voice cracking like a whip over the hall.
    The crowd went utterly silent.
    Aiden and Brodie stepped forward, their gazes sweeping over the gathered McHughs. They looked unimpressed. Bowen couldn’t fault their assessment. A more sorry lot of misfits he had never seen.
    “Champion?” one woman asked, finally breaking the silence.
    She looked terrified, but she stepped forward, her gaze going inquisitively to Genevieve.
    “Is it true you championed us, Genevieve?”
    Genevieve didn’t respond. Her gaze met the other woman’s unflinchingly, but she didn’t say aye or nay one way or another.
    “No one could fault you if you had only saved yourself,” the woman added softly.
    Then her eyes found Bowen’s and though she trembled, her hands quickly diving into her skirts to disguise how badly they shook, she met his gaze with courage.
    “I know not what your plans are, sir, but I would ask two things of you.”
    Bowen studied the young lass with interest. She was a brave slip of a thing, barely meeting his shoulder. He couldn’t discern her age, though she looked only on the cusp of womanhood. No doubt, given time, she would be a stunning lass, made only more so by her courage and fire.
    Her hair was the color of wheat washed in moonlight. And her eyes were an arresting shade of blue-green that reminded him of the sea on a bright, sunlit day.
    She