“They will be fine.” Isabella glanced between Dougal and Julianna with amusement before she nodded at Cecille with reassurance. “I will make sure of it.”
Cecille sighed, shook her head, and got on her horse. “One can only hope.”
“Travel safe,” Keenan said. “Dinnae forget to send word when ye’re heading back to Scotland.”
“Aye.” Teagan bid everyone farewell, and at long last, nearly five months from when they hatched this plan, he and Cecille set out.
While some might worry about a woman in her middle years making such a trek, Cecille had more than proven she could take care of herself. Not only that, but she was a necessary part of their venture to retrieve Greer.
That is if she actually needed saving.
She had remained behind with her father at her uncle’s estate years ago when Cecille and Julianna were sent to France. Since then, her father had left with stolen family jewels hoping to start a new life with his family. He had planned to join Cecille and Julianna, then go back and exchange one of the most priceless jewels for Greer’s release. After all, Greer was valuable to her uncle. More so, the prestige she could bring him with the right marriage. Sadly enough, however, her father had died before Cecille arrived in Scotland, leaving it up to her to retrieve her daughter.
“You will help me find out either way if Greer wants to leave her uncle, yes?” Cecille had asked Teagan back at Hogmanay. “You will help me get her away if ’tis her wish?”
“Aye,” he’d replied without hesitation. Not only because he liked Cecille and Julianna but because he would never say no to a lass in trouble.
“Marrying Greer would fulfill this agreement you have with your brothers,” Cecille had pointed out. “With her comes a portion of my treasure. An amount that would help fill your clan’s coffers very well indeed.”
“I wouldnae be marrying for love,” he’d warned bluntly, preferring to be honest. “For I am nae capable, nor do I want to.” Respecting her too much to do otherwise, he had looked her straight in the eyes. “Is that truly what ye want for yer daughter?” And because it mattered. “To a Scot no less?”
“You know I do not care about that,” she’d replied. “I have received more kindness from your clan than I ever did from anyone in France or England.” A twinkle had lit her eyes. “As to your loving Greer, time with tell.”
He hadn’t bothered arguing but refrained from giving any false hope as they concocted their plan. One, as luck would have it, that ended up including his wartime friend, Edmund.
“I do wish we could have left earlier in the year,” Cecille mentioned, drawing him back to the present. They made their way into the woodland with fifteen or so men. “Though, of course, I understand the need to wait for Edmund.”
Unfortunately, though eager to assist them sooner, his friend had pressing business to attend first.
“Aye,” he responded. “’Twill be far easier with the elements in our favor, too.”
“Quite right.” Cecille lowered her hood so she could enjoy the beautiful spring day.
A handsome woman with silver-dusted brown hair, she'd had her fair share of suitors over the past few months, despite being a Sassenach. Suitors to whom she was gracious, but turned away. While some might think her a snob, he knew better. She still pined after the father of her children.
“I wonder what Greer will make of seeing me again.” Cecille sighed. “We have been too long out of touch.”
“I dinnae think ye should worry until ye've spoken with her.” He shook his head, well aware how guilty she felt. How overly concerned. “No matter what comes of it, at least ye’ll have laid eyes on her. If nothing else, ’twill put yer mind at ease if all is well.”
“True,” she murmured. “Even so.”
It was a conversation they’d had time and time again with no real conclusion. Nor would one come until they arrived at her brother Randolph’s estate. Then they would see how all fared. Not just that, but they would see where her daughter stood in regard to the man to whom she was supposedly engaged.
To his mind, that would likely be the biggest obstacle they faced.
Something he mulled over as the day wore on, wondering what he was walking into. Not just because of Cecille’s nefarious reasons for being there, but because he was a Scotsman walking into enemy territory.
“Ahh, my friend turned brother!” Edmund declared in greeting that evening when they arrived in a small village a day's ride from the border. Grinning, he embraced Teagan and clapped him on the back. “’Tis always good to see ye.”
Edmund’s dark hair brushed the nape of his neck, and his beard was well-trimmed. Where he’d been wiry and gaunt during the war, he now looked healthy.
Not to mention Scottish.
At least at the moment.
Teagan shook his head at Edmund when they joined him in the tavern for a dram of whisky. “Ye’re verra good at what ye do, friend.”
That being his ability to blend in.
Born to an English noble and a poor Scottish mother, Edmund, after years of being angry at his father during the war, had finally embraced both worlds. Which meant he could play the part of a Scotsman every bit as well as he could an Englishman. A boon when traveling between the two countries during troubling times.
“I do my best.” Edmund slid a sly look Teagan and Cecille’s way, his hushed tone that of a co-conspirator. “’Tis hard to believe ’tis time to put our plan into motion, aye?”
“Here’s to that.” Cecille held her mug up in a toast. “At long last.”
They returned her toast and went over the details of their arrangement. The plan they set in motion months ago when he and Cecille were trying to figure out the best way to get Greer out of England. Ironically enough, as they had discussed it, namely Cecille’s life in England before she went to France, Teagan realized there might just be a way. It turned out Edmund was the son of a baron affiliated with Cecille’s kin.
That meant he was in a position to vouch for Teagan.
“I wouldnae expect a warm reception upon arrival at Randolph's holding, though,” Edmund had warned when they presented the idea to him. He’d grinned all the while, enjoying a chance at a wee bit o’ stealth. “But ye will be welcome enough as my half-brother.” He perked a brow, reminding Teagan how things had to go. “’Twill help that ye look the part of an English sympathizer.”
“Aye, I know,” Teagan grumbled, hardly imagining it. “No braids and my hair pulled back.”
“And no clan colors,” Cecille reminded, looking him over.
“Never that,” Teagan said dutifully.
Though it was hard to imagine dressing like a Sassenach, never mind pretending he sympathized with their cause, he could admit to a smidge of excitement. While glad to be home from war, outside of the occasional skirmishes, things had been quiet lately. He appreciated the hard work that came with running a castle, but he would always be a warrior at heart.
“Ye brought the jewels for bargaining, aye?” Edmund asked Cecille.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“And mayhap, as I suggested when visiting a few months ago, a bible from Fulbert?” Edmund inquired. “As ye know, Greer is more pious than usual lately and spends time with God, often. I think ’twill make a good gift upon arrival.”