Johanna fell asleep thinking about Clare MacKay. The woman had started to tell her something she'd done, then changed her mind. She'd looked terribly frightened.

She was certainly a puzzle. What had she meant when she'd said in time she would be found out?

Johanna slept for three hours. She opened her eyes and found Alex sound asleep beside her. Her son was drooling all over her arm. He was obviously a sound sleeper, a trait she hoped his little brother or sister would share.

She slowly sat up so she wouldn't disturb Alex and almost burst into laughter when she spotted Dumfries sound asleep at the foot of the bed.

She couldn't order the dog down without waking Alex. She scooted out of bed, washed, and then got dressed in the MacBain plaid again. Waves of nausea made the simple task seem to take forever. Johanna had to sit down several times to wait until the sickness passed.

Gabriel opened the door just as she was tightening her belt around her waist. He saw that his son was still sleeping and motioned with the crook of his finger for Johanna to join him in the hall.

He was staring at her hair, or so she believed, and frowning with obvious displeasure.

He would eventually get over his irritation, she decided. She hurried across the chamber, a smile on her face, and went out into the corridor. Gabriel pulled the door closed and turned to her.

"You're too damned pale," he muttered.

"And that is why you're frowning, m'lord?"

He nodded. She pinched her cheeks to gain some color. "Have you perchance noticed anything else?"

"Clare's father was spotted coming up the ridge."

She forgot all about trying to gain a compliment over her haircut when Gabriel gave her his news.

"I want you and Alex to stay inside our chamber until Laird MacKay and his men have left."

"How many soldiers ride with the laird?"

He shrugged. "Enough," he answered.

Gabriel was just turning away when she shook her head at him. "I wish to speak to Clare's father," she announced.

"He won't be in the mood to be polite, Johanna. Do as I order."

"The laird's angry with the MacInnes clan, not us," she reminded him.

"Nay," he said. "His fury is fully directed on all the MacBains. He blames us for his daughter's disgrace."

Johanna's complexion underwent a radical change. She wasn't pale now. In the space of a heartbeat, her face had turned red with anger.

She didn't ask her husband how he'd gained his information. If he said the Laird MacKay blamed them, then it must be true. Gabriel wasn't one to jump to conclusions without first gaining all the facts.

"Who is sitting with Clare now?"

"Hilda," he answered. "Go back inside," he ordered. "I don't want any of the MacKay's anger near you."

She didn't agree or disagree with her husband's command. He assumed she was going to be cooperative. She did go back inside her chamber, but only for a minute or two, until she was certain her husband had gone back downstairs to wait for Clare's father. Then she hurried down the hallway to Clare's room. She sent Hilda to sit with Alex.

"Your father's going to be here in just a few minutes, Clare. Do you want to see him alone, or do you want me to stay with you?"

Clare struggled to sit up in bed. She let out a little whimper of distress. Johanna wasn't certain if the movement caused her pain or if the announcement was the reason. The fear on Clare's face was aching to see.

"Please stay," she said.

Johanna straightened the blankets around the bed, more to cover her own nervousness than to make Clare comfortable.

"I don't know what to say to him."

"Just tell him what happened," Johanna advised.

Tears gathered in Clare's eyes. "I can't," she cried out.

The truth hit Johanna all at once. It was a blessing she was standing next to the chair. She was able to sit down before she fell.

"You don't understand, Johanna."

"Oh, Lord, I think I do understand. You made it all up, didn't you? There wasn't any MacBain… you aren't carrying…"

Clare started crying. She shook her head, trying to deny Johanna's accusation. The fear in her eyes made a mockery of her attempt to cling to her lie, however.

"You're wrong," she protested.

"Am I?" Johanna asked. "Every time one of us tried to ask you questions, you feigned weariness."

Clare didn't give Johanna time to continue. "I was weary," she defended.

Johanna could feel Clare's panic. She wanted to comfort her. She didn't, though. Instead she tried to be heartless to her pain, for she was determined to get to the truth. Only then could she help Clare.

"You gave yourself away, you know."

"I didn't."

"You told me you felt trapped and that you did something you knew would eventually be found out. Pretending to be carrying a baby would eventually be found out, wouldn't it? Didn't you realize people would notice you weren't getting bigger?"

Clare was openly sobbing now. "I didn't think at all," she confessed.

Johanna slowly leaned back in her chair. "What in heaven's name are we going to do about this mess?"

"We? I'm the one who will suffer the consequences when my father finds out I lied."

"Why did you make up such a tale?"

"I was desperate," Clare admitted. "Can't you understand? It was so horrible living there. Each day got worse."

"I do understand," Johanna said. "But…"

Clare interrupted. She was anxious to explain her reasons so Johanna wouldn't condemn her.

"Father placed me in the MacInnes household for training. I was supposed to marry the laird's son in six months' time. It didn't take me long to realize how terrible they all were. Did you know the laird has two older daughters? They were born before his precious son," she added in a rush. "One of the servants told me that each time the laird was given the news his wife had delivered him a daughter, he went up to the birthing chamber and beat the poor woman. She died after giving him a son. She probably welcomed death. I know I would have if I were married to such a monster."

"And his son is just like his father, isn't he?" Johanna already knew the answer to her question. She had vivid memories of the laird's son standing over Clare with his hands formed into fists at his sides.

"He's worse than his father," Clare said. Her voice reeked with disgust. "I couldn't abide the thought of being married to him. I tried to talk to my father, but he wouldn't listen to me. I had run back home, you see, but…"

Clare couldn't go on for several minutes. Her sobs were wrenching. Johanna found it extremely difficult to maintain her own composure. Not only had Clare been placed in the hands of a monster, she'd also been betrayed by her father. It was unthinkable to Johanna, for her own father would have killed Raulf had the dear older man been alive and known the anguish his daughter suffered.

"Your father took you back to the MacInnes clan, didn't he, Clare?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I don't believe I've ever felt so abandoned… or… desperate. A few days later, I heard the MacInnes soldiers talking. They'd spotted warriors wearing the MacBain plaid crossing their border."

"And that is when you came up with the lie?"

Clare shook her head. "The soldiers didn't realize I was listening to them. When they whispered your husband's name, I could hear the fear in their voices. I decided then that I would go searching for these soldiers. I don't know what I thought would happen if I found them. I didn't have a plan, Johanna. I just wanted someone to help me."

"Yes," Johanna agreed, her voice a soothing whisper. She handed Clare a linen cloth to wipe her face, then took hold of her hand. "I would have done the same thing."

"You would?"

"Yes."

The conviction in her voice assured Clare. Johanna felt a strong bond with the woman. They were united now, for their memories of nightmares past joined them together against the atrocities forced on women by a few bullying, frightened men.