Frowning, she’d stumbled down the hall toward the sound, intent on helping whoever it was. Her feet had slowed and then paused altogether however as she’d reached the door. Even in her drunken haze, she’d realized it was the bridal chamber.
Swallowing the drink that tried to rush back up her throat, Saidh had hesitated, unsure what to do. She’d heard that the bedding could be painful the first time, but the screams coming from behind the door had spoken of agony. Surely it should not be this painful? It sounded as if Hammish was killing her poor cousin rather than merely consummating their marriage.
Saidh had raised her hand, intending to knock and check to see that all was well, but then the screaming abruptly ended.
“There,” Hammish had grunted with breathless satisfaction, the sound coming muffled through the door, accompanied by a rustling. “Now we’re well and truly married. Ye’re mine, lass.”
When Fenella had sniffled and mumbled something that could have been agreement, Saidh had sighed and turned away from the door to continue on to her own. She’d been grateful to do so. The landing had taken to spinning around her by then and Saidh doubted she would have been much help to Fenella if it had been necessary.
Still, she’d thought as she’d staggered into her room, if she were to judge by Fenella’s screams, the bedding must be even more painful than she’d heard it to be and they really should warn a girl. Of course, if they did that, women would be much less eager to be wedded and bedded.
Saidh had just collapsed on the bed when the distant sound of screaming reached her ears again. She’d struggled briefly, trying to sit up, but unconsciousness was already rushing up to claim her, pulling her down into the soft bed with firm, dark hands.
That second round of screaming had been the first thing she’d remembered on rising, so Saidh had been more than relieved to find her cousin alive and well in the morning when she’d gone below to break her fast. Fenella had been pale and quiet, but when Saidh had asked her with concern if she was well, the woman had nodded and ducked her head as color flushed her cheeks. Conran had distracted Saidh then, calling her down to where he and her other brothers sat at the table so Saidh had left Fenella to join them. There was little she could have done for her cousin anyway. She was his wife now and belonged to Hammish as much as his horse, his castle and his sword. Women had little in the way of rights in this world.
Mouth tightening at that thought, Saidh peered at her cousin with pity and breathed, “They will kill you for this.”
“Aye.” Fenella turned dead eyes to the prone man beside her and shrugged wearily. “Let them. I’d rather be dead than suffer again what he did to me last night.”
Saidh bit her lip and peered to Hammish, the screams she’d heard the night before echoing through her mind. This was the first wedding she’d attended, but surely the breaching did not always cause the agony those screams had suggested. And she knew there was blood during the breaching, but what Fenella described sounded extreme. As for the part about turning her over and taking her in unnatural ways, Saidh knew exactly what her cousin meant. She had been raised with seven brothers after all, and they had taken great delight in telling her things they shouldn’t in the hopes of embarrassing or distressing her. What Fenella described sounded like what Geordie called “copulation in the rear.” Geordie had also said it was a sin, punishable by a gruesome death by mutilation, hanging or burning at the stake.
In truth, Saidh supposed Fenella had given the church’s justice to her husband, and a kinder end than mutilation or burning at the stake. Perhaps even kinder than hanging, although she wasn’t sure about that one.
Sighing, she turned back to her cousin and knelt before her again. “If ye tell the priest what he did—”
“Nay!” Fenella cried with alarm. “I could ne’er tell anyone he did that to me. Ever.”
“Ye told me,” she reminded her gently. “Mayhap—”
“Nay, Saidh. Please.” She grasped her hands, squeezing them desperately. “Just kill me. I’ll no’ fight ye. Just slit me throat. Then ye can say ye found me o’er the body, we fought fer the weapon and ye killed me.”
“Oh, Fenella,” she said sadly, and pulled her into a hug. “I’ll no’ do that to ye.”
“Ye ha’e to,” she wept, clutching at the front of her gown. “Hammish’s brother is as cruel as he, he’ll no’ let this go unpunished. He shall kill me anyway. At least if you do it I ken ye’ll no’ torture me first. Please, Saidh.”
Saidh remained still for a moment, her mind racing. She understood why Fenella would ask it of her, but she simply couldn’t do it. Her gaze swept the clearing, and then she released Fenella and straightened. “I ha’e a better idea.”
“Nay. Just kill me, Saidh. Please,” Fenella cried, scrambling to her feet to follow and then pausing abruptly when Saidh stopped and bent to scoop up a large branch from the ground at the edge of the clearing. It was a good six feet long, one end as big around as a man’s arm, the other as small as her wrist. “What are ye doing? This is no time fer a fire.”
Saidh turned to face her, took a deep breath and announced, “Ye were set upon by two men when ye got to this clearing. Bandits, poorly dressed, one tall and thin, one short and fat.”
“I was?” Fenella asked with a frown, taking a step backward when Saidh stepped toward her.
“Aye. Ye and Hammish were. Other than that ye remember little,” she added, raising the log.
“Oh,” Fenella breathed, paling.
Saidh steeled herself against the sudden fear in her cousin’s eyes and swung her makeshift weapon, catching Fenella in the side of the head. She watched her spin to the side and crumple to fall across her prone husband on the ground, then dropped the log, backed to the edge of the clearing and began to scream.
Chapter 1