Part 48 (1/2)

As horse and rider plunged deeper into the forest the tingling began anew. Someone--or something--was watching her. Although the trail was treacherous she dug in her heels and urged her horse into a trot. As the rain- shrouded branches closed in around her she pushed away all thoughts of fear. She was being foolish. How could anyone find her in this dense forest?

Like any true warrior, Brice often had to face down his fears. He had always known that he had as much chance to survive as his opponent.

This time it was different. It was not his life hanging in the balance, but Meredith's. The thought left him terrified.

His first moments of panic had been replaced with rage. Wild, seething rage. He tore through the castle shouting orders at Angus and the others, sending all the inhabitants of Kinloch House and the surrounding forest into a frenzy of activity.

Within an hour the men had prepared their battle gear and were saddling their horses in the courtyard. Mistress Snow and the servants had prepared enough food to allow them to ride without stopping for several days. After that the men should be safely back in the Highlands. If not, they would be forced to hunt for their food.

”What is our plan?” Angus worked feverishly beside Brice, saddling his mount.

”I have none.”

”No plan?” Angus turned to study his friend. Always Brice Campbell had been the cool warrior, prepared for any event during battle. But this was a new Brice, a Brice Campbell paralyzed by love.

Brice's first wild, frenzied feelings were now carefully banked. But beneath the icy calm Angus sensed a slow, simmering rage. A rage that still clouded his thinking. The man was spoiling for a fight. Woe to any enemy who crossed his path this day.

”We ride until we find Meredith.” Brice pulled himself into the saddle and glanced around at the dozen or so men who followed suit.

They were skilled warriors who had ridden at his side in countless battles. He could count on them to come through for him. And this time, more than ever, he would depend on them.

”We will ride on to the Borders and rescue Meredith MacAlpin's sisters from MacKenzie's clutches. And we will bring them all back to the Highlands, where they will remain safe.”

”That sounds simple enough,” Alston shouted, fighting to subdue a headstrong mount.

”Aye.”

As Brice led the way into the forest, his mind was awhirl. So simple that it must be flawed. But at the moment he could think of nothing except Meredith. Sweet, beautiful Meredith. Would that G.o.d keep his woman safe until she was back in his arms.

Hunched inside the warm woolen cloak, Meredith searched for a familiar landmark. Though she possessed a keen sense of direction, she had ridden this trail only once. And then much of it had been traversed in the dark.

For hours the feeling persisted that she was being followed. But though Meredith stopped often and scanned the surrounding woods, she saw no trace of another human. Had not her mother often accused her of having a vivid imagination? Though at the time it had seemed a blessing, she now realized it was a curse. She was conjuring up dangers where there were none.

From a nearby wood a bird called, its shrill tone piercing the silence.

Her hand flew to the dirk at her waist and she peered about, prepared to do battle. When the bird lifted off from the tree and soared heavenward, Meredith wiped her damp hands on her breeches and felt a wild rush of relief.

Moments later she heard the rustle of leaves as a deer, frightened by her appearance, darted behind a boulder. For long minutes her heart pounded in her chest. She swallowed and, calling herself a timid fool, turned her mount toward a ridge of rock to the east.

The rain had finally stopped, although the ground remained moist and spongy. Meredith allowed her mount to pick its path along the trail, trusting the animal's instincts more than her own. Several times the horse stumbled, but each time managed to regain its footing within seconds.

At last they reached the top of the ridge. Stiff from her long hours in the saddle, Meredith slid to the ground. Grasping the animal's reins she led the stallion to the edge of the ravine and peered below.

At the sight, she caught her breath.

The spires of trees gently lifted their limbs to the heavens as if in prayer. But hidden beneath their soft thick canopy, she knew, the mountainous trail below her was a maze of winding rivers and steep mountain crags.

There would be no rest if she were to reach flat land by nightfall.

The trail below her was every bit as treacherous as the one she had already traveled.

For a moment she pressed her hands to her back to ease her cramped muscles. Then, tossing the reins over the horse's head, she wearily prepared to pull herself back into the saddle.