Joan flushed and ducked her head with embarrassment. She suspected the man would be less welcoming if he knew the circumstances behind the marriage, but had no intention of telling him what they were.
"Well, come, let's move this inside and get off these stairs before someone else tumbles down 'em," Laird Sinclair said gruffly, taking Joan's arm to usher her inside.
Joan went willingly, but glanced over her shoulder as she did. Kenna and Annella were directly behind her, and Cam was behind them with his mother on one arm and a younger blonde who looked much like his mother on his other arm. His sister, Aileen, Joan guessed. The rest of the women followed silently, unhappy expressions on their faces. She couldn't blame them. Cam was handsome, smart and kind. She would guess that put him head and shoulders above most of the men out there who were not already betrothed or married.
Joan turned her face forward again, but couldn't help wondering where Lady Sinclair had found so many pretty young women. Weddings were arranged while noble children were still in swaddling, or at least while they were still young. To be available to marry, these women had to be either widowed, or still single because they were unlucky enough that their betrothed died ere marrying them. She wouldn't have thought there'd be that many young and pretty woman available and close enough to make it to Sinclair before them.
Although, they had taken more than two weeks to get here thanks to their dallying, Joan recalled. She supposed that was long enough for messengers to be sent and women to have traveled from as far away as England.
"So ye're Annabel and Ross's niece?"
Joan glanced to Laird Sinclair and nodded at that question as they crossed the great hall, heading for the trestle tables.
"Yer accent is English, lass. Ye were raised there?" the Sinclair asked.
"Aye," Joan answered.
"Well, ne'er fear," the Sinclair said, patting her hand where it rested on his arm. "We'll no' hold that against ye."
"Oh," Joan said nonplussed, and then added an uncertain, "Thank you?"
Nodding, he ushered her to the table and saw her seated, then settled beside her before glancing around until his gaze landed on his daughter. "Aileen, go tell the servants to bring ale and mead fer everyone, and warn them we ha'e guests fer dinner."
"Aye, Father," Cam's sister murmured and moved off to do her father's bidding.
"So." Laird Sinclair turned back to Joan. "Tell me about your journey. Ye saved me son?"
"Oh, well, in truth he saved me first," Joan said honestly.
"Her traveling party was beset by a gang o' bandits," Cam said, drawing her gaze to where he was seating his mother on the other side of his father.
Traveling party? Joan thought and stared at him blankly.
"By the time I arrived, Joan was facing four o' them alone," he added, moving around to settle in the empty space next to her so that she was sandwiched between him and his father. Her cousins Kenna and Annella had left room for him, and Douglas had settled on Annella's far side.
"Took out her soldiers, did they?" the Sinclair asked, not seeming surprised. Shaking his head, he muttered, "Englishmen."
"Ye intervened, son?" his mother asked as her daughter returned and settled next to her.
Cam nodded. "Aye. I could hardly leave such a brave lass to be beaten and assaulted by four big men. I took out three o' them, but was stabbed in the back in the doing. I thought sure the fourth would finish me, but Joan grabbed up a knife from one o' the other men and stabbed him."
"Smart lass," Laird Sinclair complimented, patting her shoulder.
Joan forced a smile, and then glanced to Cam as he continued.
"I was felled by me wound. Slept three days. She sewed me up, tended and guarded me the whole while. Then she saw me back to health when I woke. Had she no' done that, I'm sure I would ha'e died there, alone, on the side o' the trail." He turned and smiled at Joan, his hand moving to cover hers on the tabletop and squeeze before he continued, "When I learned she was traveling to MacKay, I offered her me escort."
"And fell in love along the way so ye married her when ye reached MacKay."
Joan blinked and glanced toward his sister when she sighed those words. The young woman beamed at her, popped up from her seat and rushed around to hug her from behind. "Welcome, sister. We are fortunate to ha'e ye in our family."
"Thank you," Joan murmured, automatically raising a hand to pat the arm around her neck, but her gaze was on Cam.
"Me sister, Aileen," Cam said with amusement.
" 'Tis so romantic," Kenna said now, drawing Joan's gaze to where her cousin sat with her sister on the other side of Cam. "I can no' believe no one told us this ere now."
"Aye," Annella agreed, and then smiled wryly and added, "Although, we did no' really give anyone the chance. We were so happy to learn we had a cousin and to meet her we hurried off to find her ere Father could ha'e, and then there was all the rush arranging the wedding feast, and then the wedding itself . . ." Annella shrugged. "Everything has been a bit rushed since they arrived."
"Why was it all so rushed?"
Joan stiffened and glanced toward the woman who had spoken, one of the ladies she had guessed were possible brides for Cam. She was the tallest of the prospective brides, with long black hair, a thin but pretty face and a plunging neckline on her dark red gown. A widow, Joan guessed, sure an untried woman wouldn't bare so much flesh.
Having garnered everyone's attention, the woman shrugged delicately. "Laird and Lady Sinclair were no' even given the chance to attend. Surely ye could ha'e waited a day for them to be sent for? Or ye could ha'e held the wedding here. After all, Lady MacKay and her daughters traveled here with ye. Then no one would ha'e missed the wedding."
"Father would ha'e missed it," Kenna put in.
Ignoring the girl's comment, the dark-haired woman raised her eyebrows and asked, "If Lady Joan's traveling party was killed by the bandits, did the two o' ye travel alone the rest o' the way? Without e'en a maid fer chaperone?"
The insinuation was impossible to miss. The wedding had been necessary to save Joan's reputation, and she was right of course, Joan thought unhappily bowing her head.
" 'Tis my fault we married so quickly," Cam said grimly, his hand moving to Joan's back and rubbing soothingly. "I was eager to get home and reassure everyone I was well, but I wanted to bring Joan as me wife. 'Sides, 'tis me second wedding so I saw no reason fer a big fuss."
"Aye, but did ye travel alone with her the rest o' the way?" the black-haired woman repeated insistently, apparently determined to force the admission that this marriage had been forced by circumstance.
"Finola!" Lady Sinclair snapped, and Joan guessed that was the black-haired bitch's name, because she reluctantly turned her gaze to Cam's mother, one eyebrow arching in question. Lady Sinclair glared at Finola for a full minute before saying, "How circumstances forced them to travel does no' matter. They are married now, and as much as I would ha'e liked to be there fer the wedding, I'm jest glad me son found someone he was willing to marry. The good Lord kens I was failing miserably at the task, obviously picking all the wrong women to tempt him with."
Finola's eyes narrowed at what could have been construed as an insult, and then she smiled coldly and turned to Joan to ask, "How were ye available to marry? Or were ye? Is there a betrothed out there somewhere who will be disappointed?"
"Nay," Joan said quietly. "I didn't have--"
"We had not yet had the chance to arrange a betrothal for my niece," Annabel announced, approaching the table with Aiden on her heels. Joan glanced to her, noting the anger on her face, and could only assume she'd heard a good part of the conversation as she'd come below.
"Which was me son's good fortune," Laird Sinclair said firmly, and then stood up as he added, "Now, I suspect our new guests would like to retire for a rest after the long journey here, and I ken me wife has some messages to send." He cast a glance to Lady Sinclair that seemed to be full of meaning as he said that and she nodded, expres
sion grim. "In the meantime, I would ha'e a word with me sons, so . . ." He arched his eyebrows expectantly and the women all got up. Aiden immediately settled where his mother had been.
"I'll show ye to yer rooms ere I start me messages," Lady Sinclair announced, smiling from Joan to her aunt and cousins as she ushered the women away from the table. Her gaze then shifted to the other women before moving to her daughter as she suggested, "Aileen, perhaps ye can take the other ladies to the solar to relax?"
"Aye, Mother," Cam's sister said easily and started for the stairs.
Most of the women smiled and nodded and rushed after her. Finola, however, paused to sneer at Joan before following the others at a much more sedate pace.
Lady Sinclair scowled after the woman, and then sighed and forced a smile as she turned to Joan and her aunt and cousins. "All the rooms are taken up just now with . . ." She waved vaguely toward the women disappearing up the stairs. "Howbeit, Cam's room is available fer ye to clean up and rest in and, hopefully, I can have rooms available fer ye quickly."
" 'Tis fine," Annabel assured her, slipping an arm through the other woman's as they started to walk across the great hall. "We arrived unexpectedly so shall be happy with what is available."
"Bless ye, Annabel," Lady Sinclair murmured as they started up the stairs. "And bless ye fer having a niece me son was willing to marry. I was beginning to think I would never see the day he'd marry again."
"That was entirely my sister," Annabel assured her. "She is the one who blessed us with Joan."
"Aye, well, bless her then," Lady Sinclair said on a laugh.
"Was it scary when yer party was beset by bandits?" Kenna asked suddenly, hooking her arm through Joan's as they followed the two older women.
"Of course it was," Annella answered for her with a roll of the eyes. Slipping her own arm through Joan's free one, she added, " 'Twas brave o' ye to kill the fourth man. I do no' ken that I could ha'e done it."
"Aye, 'twas very brave," Kenna agreed. "And how lucky Cam arrived to save ye."