The Intended Read online

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  These newcomers were going to be more than a nuisance, she thought. They were going to be downright dangerous. And there were so many of them.

  Coming out of the passages after the sounds of feasting had died away, Joanna had been surprised by the number of people remaining in the Great Hall. From past experience she knew that she would have more chance of finding food there than in the kitchens, but clearly that plan would no longer work. She only hoped the usually tightfisted Gibby had not locked everything away, as was her custom.

  Entering the kitchens, Joanna peered into the corners for stray sleepers, but with the warmer weather, not a body was in evidence. The embers in the huge fireplace flickered, and she could see the rows of bread dough rising into loaves on a long table.

  Moving to a sideboard, she found a large bowl with broken scraps of hard bread. Scooping out a handful, Joanna placed the bread carefully in the deep pocket of her cloak, then cocked her head to listen. With more people around, she would have to be far more careful than she had been in the past. Being discovered would mean the end of her plans. It would be the death of her only wish--the one that had been driving her to hang on to her threadbare existence. If she were discovered, there would surely be no dispensing of justice to those who had murdered her parents. Of that she was certain.

  Joanna glided silently down through the kitchen, and then paused with a sigh by a locked larder. The gentle nudge of the dog’s nose against her hip made the young woman’s heart leap in her chest. Shaking her head as the corners of her mouth lifted in a wry smile, she crouched down to pet the gentle beast. All the dogs in the castle were quite accustomed to her, but shaggy Max was the only one that ever came to her. Accepting a wet kiss on the chin, Joanna gave the dog’s head an affectionate pat. Wordlessly, she straightened and continued her search for more food.

  The heavenly smells of bannocks and roasted mutton still hung in the air, making her mouth water, but to her dismay there was nothing else left over that she could find. High in the rafters, she could see the dark shapes of smoked meat, but she didn’t dare be so bold as to steal anything that would raise a hue and cry. Hearing Max sniffing in a dark corner, Joanna spotted two balls of cheese hanging from strings on a high pegboard, just out of the dog’s reach. Gratified at the chance to add something different to her spare diet, she reached for them.

  “I am certainly sorry you’ll have to shoulder the blame for both of these,” she whispered with a smile to the happy dog. “But you can only have one.” Rolling his share playfully along the stone floor, Joanna placed the other in the pocket of her cloak.

  The dog leapt across the kitchen after it, but suddenly stopped short, and the deep growl emanating from his throat sent Joanna scurrying for cover. Quietly, she moved into the deep shadows behind the giant fireplace, to the narrow door that led down into the root cellars. From there she could get into the labyrinth of passages beneath the castle, but she paused for a moment, her hand on the panel, ready to run if the need arose.

  “What are you hiding there, you mangy cur?” The man’s voice was deep and strangely gentle. “Just you and the hearth fairy, eh?”

  Joanna pressed her face against the warm stone of the chimney as she listened. From the dog’s friendly panting and the man’s deep-throated chuckle, she could tell the newcomer had already won over the animal’s affection.

  “Och, I can see already you are in for trouble. A thief you are, is that it? A piece of cheese. A capital crime, if that cook finds out, lad. Hmm. I’ll not throw it for you, you slobbering beast.”

  Joanna knew she should go, but she couldn’t. Curiosity was pulling at her, driving her with a desire to put a face to that voice.

  “So, you want to play! You want me to chase you, is that it?”

  He had to be one of the new laird’s men. She could imagine him leaning against the edge of the long heavy table in the center of the kitchen.

  “‘Tis too late in the night, you beast. Very well. Bring it here, and I’ll throw it for you. But once only, do you hear me?”

  The dog’s low-pitched growl was now playful, and again the man’s deep chuckle brought a smile to her face.

  “Smart too. For a Highland cur!”

  So they’re Lowlanders, she thought. Scowling now, Joanna edged forward slightly and peeked at the man in the dim light of the dying fire. Just as she had imagined it, he was sitting on the edge of the table with his back to her. At the moment, he was preoccupied with wrenching the ball of cheese out of Max’s mouth.

  “Now, don’t force me to get rough with you!”

  She studied his broad shoulders. The warrior was larger, by far, than any of the men her father had kept in his service. The red of his tartan was muted and dark. As he stood up for a moment, she drew back, but he only crouched over the dog again. He was certainly a giant, and not just for a Lowlander. His long dark hair was tied with a thong at the nape of a strong neck. In wrestling with the dog, he turned his face, and she got a quick glimpse of his handsome profile. Suddenly, she was aware of a strange tightening in her chest. Drawing back further, she felt her face flush with heat. What was wrong with her? she thought, fighting for a breath.

  What did it matter that the man was handsome, she thought with annoyance. What difference did that make to her, a ghost! In the dark of the kitchens, it was easy to let imagination control reality. In the light of day, he might be the ugliest man in Scotland, though she would never see it. Darkness. Perhaps it was the place for both of them, she thought angrily. Who knows, in the gloom of this chamber, he might not even see her deformities. Bringing a shaking hand up before her eyes, she gazed at it momentarily, and then pulled her hood forward over her face.

  Nay, no one was that blind.

  “As your laird, I order you to share that cheese. Och, you are a pig. You’ve eaten it all.”

  Laird! Quickly, Joanna drew back behind the hearth. Her face grim, she slipped through the panel and into the blackness of the passageway. Feeling her way down the stone steps, she continued past the wooden door that led into the root cellars. Silently, she made her way through the winding, narrow passages, down more carved stone steps, and through wide, cavernous openings until she was far from the kitchens. Climbing to the top of another set of steps, Joanna stopped, trying to catch her breath, and leaned back heavily against a rough-hewn wall.

  Laird! She wished she had never laid eyes on him. It would be ever so much easier to mourn his death if she’d never seen him. The poor soul, she thought, starting to move quickly along the tunnel again. He wouldn’t have a chance against the evil that surrounded him.