respect.
“Ye will take Kirstin out to town in the morrow and use the coins I give ye to purchase her a new pair of shoes. Understood?”
Alana’s eyes briefly glanced down at Kirstin’s shoes, and she looked puzzled at how muddy and ruined they had become in such a short matter of time.
“Understood, my Laird.” She said in almost a whisper, but nodded her head to show that she had heard.
“Good.” His dark eyes seemed to lighten a bit, if that were possible, and then he spared Kirstin one final look before walking away. There was no doubt in Kirstin’s mind that he was going to his chambers to meet Roderick.
Kirstin did not miss Alana putting her hands on her wide hips and scolding her after Lachlan left, “What on earth happened to your shoes, my sweets?”
Kirstin grimaced at that, knowing that she would not be getting out of this predicament anytime soon.
A fist collided with the hard wood of a desk, and Lachlan didn’t seem phased by it at all as his hand almost splintered the wood.
“What do ye mean they’ve man slaughtered one of my watchmen? Threats are one thing, but murder is another.”
Roderick frowned, “Craig saw them do it. Donna ye believe it is about time we strike back? The Ruskin Clan has been committing crimes of larceny and now they’ve struck harder than a horse’s foot.”
His calloused hand rubbed the lightest of stubble on his chin, as Lachlan thought about the situation, and then finally he sighed, “Nay, I will send them a message of warning first. If they donna cooperate, only then will I send my men to attack.”
“Very well, then. I will send for one of the lesser boys to do it.”
“Aye,” agreed Lachlan, “No point in risking one of strength that could come handy in the near future.”
A moment more went by before Lachlan ordered, “Send him before sundown.” Roderick nodded in apprehension. As the brown haired boy began to walk away, Lachlan quarried once more, “And Roderick?”
“Aye?” he asked, turning around to meet the laird’s hard gaze.
“Keep a wary eye out for the other lads. I donna want them bothering Kirstin, ye ken?”
Roderick smiled all too knowingly, “I ken.”
He left Lachlan to himself, his smile not faltering. Only him and the laird knew the sole purpose of Kirstin’s presence amongst his manor, and surely the servants and other lads would catch on sooner than later. For now, though, their secret would remain a secret.
Chapter Five
“Kirstin,” came a voice in the early morning. Kirstin groggily awoke to the voice, recognizing it to be Alana’s, “Wake up, we are to go to into town and retrieve things for the day’s upbringing. We must get ye some new shoes, as well.”
The small blonde observed that the sun had yet to rise, and groaned, “Alana, tis but still dark outside.”
“Aye,” she responded, “We must walk a bit of a distance.”
Sitting up in her massive bed, Kirstin rubbed her eyes until they opened fully. Oh, how she just wanted to lie in bed all day.
“Very well, then.” She sighed, “Let me get changed and I will meet ye in the foyer.”
Nodding with a smile on her face, Alana left the room.
It did not take long for Kirstin to change and brush her hair, making sure to put her hair up with ribbon. She met Alana downstairs, not