She saw the branch...
Saw it, tried to turn from it...
And went down, her skull filling with pain.
Her vision filling with the mist...
And then darkness.
And something else.
*Interlude*
Grayson Davis"s man had Annalise by the hair, dragging her into the copse. She did not come easily.
Bruce"s heart cried out as she was thrown down upon the ground, a cry wrung from her lips as she went to her knees where she was cast, sliding until she came to a stop before Davis. Ah, and there she is, yer lady, Laird MacNiall. Filled with foolish pride, as ye would be. Ach! Y"d thought y"d bought her time, out of the forest, eh? Nae, foolish fellow. So now it is time fer heroes and legends to die, and fer rich men to die poor.
Her eyes met his. He pleaded with her silently, begged his forgiveness. Do whatever he asks. Live. The day will come when you will be set free....
She smiled at him and shook her head slowly.
"Annalise!" Her name was a cry of anguish.
Grayson Davis swaggered before him, gripped Annalise by the elbows and pulled her up to face him. "Ah, Annalise. We have come to a moment of truth. Will it be the laird there, half dead as we speak, with none but torture ahead, or.. .they can take you from the forest before it begins. You can await me."
"Obey him!" Bruce pleaded. "Before G.o.d, obey him!"
She looked at Davis, as if weighing his words. She had never appeared more beautiful, proud or elegant, despite the mud caking her clothing, the scratches upon her cheeks, the wildness of her hair.
She seemed to deliberate long and carefully, then she looked back at Bruce and smiled again, a slow, sweet, . wistful smile.
"Time, my love. Time will tell the tale," she said. Then she spit in Grayson Davis"s face.
He struck her. Bruce roared with rage, but to no avail. The force of the blow sent Annalise down again, but her head remained high.
"b.i.t.c.h!"
She smiled, eyes even, leveled upon him.
"Y"re judged! He is judged. Condemned."
She shook her head. "Ah, Grayson, what a fool. There is a far greater judge. And my laird husband and I can truly be judged in His eyes alone."
"Not on this earth. Not on this earth! You had your chance!"
"And chose not to take it."
"Annalise!" Bruce cried again.
But her eyes, her steady gaze, had been the last straw against Davis"s temper. He wrenched the colors from around his shoulders and drew them around Annalise"s neck. Her fair neck. Slender, graceful, delicate...
"Nae!" The great MacNiall, humbled, hung back his head, bitterly fighting the arms that held him, nearly fighting off the men. He watched as she gasped, choked, shuddered, jerked...death brutal despite pride. He struggled free from the arms that held him. He raced forward, then staggered in the mud, almost reaching her.
An ax had landed in his back.
But he did not die. Not quickly enough. He saw as Grayson Davis picked up his wife, limp as a cloth doll, and cast her facedown into the stream. He cried out in anguish and in rage, saw the blood before his own eyes...
"Fool! Who put that ax into him? He mustn"t die, not yet!" Davis commanded. He walked to where Bruce had fallen at last, arms outstretched in the mud. He rolled him, forcing the blade more deeply into him, relishing his enemy"s anguish.
"First, castration. I want you to live for that! Then yer innards, great laird! Set to blaze before yer eyes. Eventually. . .yer head. And if y"re living then, I"ll see that the blade is dull and moves slow."
He stared at Davis, shaking his head. "It matters not what y"do to kill me. I am already dead. And yet, I will live Davis, fer y"re cursed now, and I will live to see you fall!"
"Cut him!" Davis roared.
Mercifully, the ax had done its damage.
The great MacNiall stared into the trees as the blood blurred his vision. But in his mind, his heart, he was with her already.
*16*
Bruce was deep into the forest when he heard a heavy thrashing.
"Toni?" he called.
From a deep thicket, the noise continued, as if someone was hurrying toward him. He reined in on Shaunessy and waited, watching the area of lush growth. The green waved and jiggled. And the roan, Wallace, appeared. Riderless.
He quickly dismounted from Shaunessy, hurrying over to the roan. There was a scratch on his nose, but that had most probably come from a brush with a branch. The horse seemed all right, just spooked.
"Did you throw her, boy? Did you throw Toni?"
He shook his head, looking in the direction from which the horse had come. Toni could be out there, unconscious, bleeding. He gauged the direction; she"d been trying to follow the stream.
"Go on home, boy. Go on home," he said, giving the horse a sound smack on the rump.
Quickly remounting Shaunessy, he drove through the thicket at the spot where Wallace had just appeared. An overgrown, slender trail brought him back to the embankment.
"Toni!"
He felt his sense of panic rising. Nudging his horse"s flanks, he quickened his pace, mindful of the rocks, stones and slippery embankment.
Ahead, he could see that the mist was still high over the bubbling water. He reined in, eyes narrowing. There seemed to have been a shadow moving through the mist. A shadow...in human form. Then he heard the sound of a grunt.
"Toni!"
Dismounting from Shaunessy, he hurried on foot through the mist and water.
"Toni!"
He heard a soft groan. Then...
"Toni? Bruce?"
Disappointment, dismay, washed over him. Thayer. Thayer was ahead of him. Still, he kept going. "Aye, I"m here. Toni!"
The mist still lay before him. And the water.
He suddenly saw her, saw her.. .as he had seen the body of the dead girl. Facedown in the water. Long trails of blond hair no longer l.u.s.trous, but caked in mud and gra.s.s and tangled with twigs.
No! That was only in his mind"s eye, a remnant of a dream.
"Toni!" His voice ricocheted through the woods, vibrant, loud.
"Bruce?"
Her voice was barely discernible in the rush of water and whisper of breeze.
"Where are you?" he cried.
"Toni!" From somewhere, he could hear Thayer"s voice, as well.
And then he saw her. She was seated on a fallen log, drawing back sodden tendrils of her hair.
She wasn"t facedown in the water. She was seated, alive and well. A bit bedraggled, nothing more.
He let out his breath in a rush of relief. His knees were weak, and his voice came out like crackling thunder. "Toni!"
Then, just seconds after he had seen Toni, Thayer came crashing through the brush from the opposite direction. Seeing Toni, and then Bruce, he, too, went still.
"Toni!" he breathed.
She rose, distracted, offering Bruce a weak smile and then a quick defense. "Bruce!" She turned. "And Thayer. Thank G.o.d. And wait, please, no one yell! I probably should have spent some time riding with someone else before taking old Wallace out on my own. I didn"t come into the forest on purpose. I wound up riding some fields on the other side and didn"t know where I was. Then it started to rain, as you can see," she put in wryly. "Actually, I think I would have made it out eventually, except that Wallace decided to desert me, and I walked smack into a major branch over there, and..." She was looking from one of them to the other. "Hey! Bless you both, thanks for coming!" She gave Thayer a quick hug first, then turned to Bruce, a question in her eyes.
He reached for her. She came into his arms. He felt the air wrap around them, and felt the chill in her body.
"Let"s just go back now, eh?" he said. Then he drew away, looking at her. She was somehow reserved, despite the look she had given him and the way she had melded to him.
"You"re really fine?" Bruce said.
"Nothing happened?" Thayer asked.
She looked at them both and shook her head solemnly.
"The horse didn"t throw you?" Bruce demanded.
"Wallace? No, Wallace is a love. I was off of him, stretching." She winced. "I haven"t been riding in a while, I guess. Didn"t bother with a saddle, so...did you see him? Is he all right?"
"He"s on his way back to the stables now, I"m pretty certain," Bruce said.
"Well, that"s what I a.s.sumed he"d do in the first place!" Toni said. She pressed her fingers against her temple. "I think I need some aspirin."
"Let"s get back," Bruce said anxiously. "Come here, I"ll lift you up on Shaunessy."
"No, no, that"s all right," she said, flashing a smile toward Thayer. "We"ll all walk out together."
"Toni, I can get out on m"own," Thayer a.s.sured her. "But you"re soaked!"
"As I have been for hours," she said lightly, then added firmly, "We"ll walk out, all together."
For a moment, she thought that Bruce toyed with the idea of arguing with her, even taking a medieval stance and simply throwing her over Shaunessy"s haunches.
It wasn"t a matter of the total political incorrectness of such a gesture that stopped him; it was Thayer. He was hesitant about leaving the man behind, when, despite her words, there was something strange about Toni, about the way she had been sitting on the rock, and the way she had touched her forehead.
"Fine. We all walk out together," he said. "I"ll just lead Shaunessy."
As they started back, he pulled off his jacket and set it around her shoulders. She flashed him a smile of grat.i.tude.
"Darkness is coming quickly," she murmured.
"And the buses soon, too soon," Thayer murmured. He looked at her. "You should rest. Gina can take on being you tonight. You could wind up with your death of a cold."
"I feel fine," she a.s.sured him.
"He may be right," Bruce said.
"When I"m not fine, Gina can run around like a madwoman. Right now, I"m fine." She glanced at him, her smile sweetly suggestive, her tone specifically for him. "Absolutely nothing that a hot bubble bath can"t take care of."
"Ach, do I have to hear this?" Thayer demanded.
Toni laughed. "And I thought I was being so subtle." She stumbled slightly; the terrain wasn"t level as they followed the brook. The rain had left exposed roots, and flooded some of the embankment.
"Man, this is quite a place!" Thayer murmured. "The friggin" forest primeval!"
"Aye, that"s why people should stay out of it," Bruce said. He glanced at Thayer. "I"m amazed that you stumbled upon Toni as I did...and as quickly," he added, watching the man"s reaction.
"So am I.I thought I was lost myself," Thayer said. He pushed a tree branch out of the way for the others to precede him.
"Look how quickly it gets dark in here!" Toni marveled. "Seriously, thank you both so very much for looking for me. I think I would have made it eventually, but I"m awfully darned glad not to be here alone, now."
"Aw, shucks!" Thayer teased.
Minutes later, they"d broken through, reached the bottom of the hill and were on their way up. The others were waiting anxiously by the stables. Ryan had Wallace by the reins.
"Toni!" Gina came rushing down the hill, hugging Toni, then drawing away. "Ugh! You"re soaked."
"Toni!" Ryan was right behind Gina, hugging Toni, as well, then demanding to know, "What did you do to Wallace?"
"What did I do to Wallace?" Toni demanded. "He deserted me!"