"You were still frightened."

"Perhaps, just a little," she agreed. "But then God gave me a sign and I knew everything was going to be all right."

He was intrigued. "Explain this sign," he commanded.

"You'll laugh."

"I won't."

"It was your name," she whispered. "I hadn't heard it before the wedding ceremony. Nicholas called you MacBain, and so did your men. But you had to give your true name to the priest, and that is when I knew I was going to be safe."

He broke his promise and laughed. She didn't mind. She waited until he'd finished and then said, "You were named after the highest of angels," she explained. "Mama taught me to pray to the archangel Gabriel," she added. "And do you know why?"

"Nay, love. I don't know why."

"Because he's the protector of the innocent the avenger of evil. He watches over women and children and is our own special guardian."

"If that is truth and not fanciful thinking, then he didn't do a very good job of looking out for you," Gabriel said. He thought about the years she'd endured hardship under Raulf's control and immediately started to get angry again.

"Oh, but my archangel did protect me," she said.

"How?" Gabriel demanded.

"He gave me you."

She stretched up and kissed his chin. "It doesn't matter if you understand or if you think I'm crazed, Gabriel. Just love me."

"I do, lass. I do. Have you any idea how proud I was when I heard the praise you gave me tonight?"

"Do you mean when you were on the balcony?"

"Yes."

"Raulf needed to know the truth," she said. "He had no understanding of what true love is," she added. She leaned up again to smile at her husband. "I know when you realized you loved me," she boasted. "It was when you found me in the tree and saw the wolves."

He shook his head. "No," he said. "It was long before that god-awful incident."

She badgered him to explain. "It was your immediate acceptance of Alex. When he asked you if I had given you a wedding gift, do you remember what you said? I remember every word," he added before she even had time to nod. "You said, 'He gave me a son.' And that is when my heart softened toward you. It just took me a little while to realize it."

The mention of their son made her frown. "Alex is certainly fretting. I want to go home… with you. I don't want you to go to England."

"I won't have to," he said. "Williams will give King John my message."

"What will he tell him?"

"To leave us alone."

"Did you tell Williams about the scroll I hid in the chapel?"

"No."

His denial surprised her. "But I thought…"

"Raulf's dead," Gabriel explained. "The king doesn't have any reason to bother us now. If he should decide to send additional troops here for whatever reason, then we'll mention the damning evidence."

Johanna thought about her husband's explanation a long while before finally coming to the conclusion he was right. The king didn't need to know she had kept the scroll. "You want him to think it's over."

"I do."

"Will anyone ever know the truth about Arthur?"

"Most of the barons already believe the king was behind the murder," Gabriel said. "Even Nicholas has his own suspicions. He has another reason for turning against his overlord."

"What other reason?"

"John betrayed his trust. He gave Nicholas his word he was only sending a messenger and escort, and he assured your brother Raulf would be kept in London."

"He lied."

"Yes"

"What will Nicholas do?"

"He'll join Baron Goode and the others."

"Rebellion?"

He could hear the worry in her voice. "No," he answered. "But a king without loyal vassals and an army has little power. Nicholas told me the barons plan to force John to make necessary concessions. Do you know why Nicholas gave you to me?"

She smiled over his choice of words. "He didn't give me to you," she whispered. "He was merely matchmaking."

"He was in love with you."

She didn't understand what he was telling her. "He's my brother. Of course he loves me."

"He was there when you were born and saw you raised, but he told me he left to do the king's fighting when you were only nine or ten years old. He returned several years later."

"Yes," she said. "He came back home just a few months before I was wed to Raulf."

"You had become a very beautiful woman," Gabriel said. "And Nicholas was suddenly having unbrotherly thoughts about you."

She bolted up in the bed. "Is that what the argument was about on our wedding day? You became angry and dragged Nicholas away," she reminded him.

He nodded. "When I heard his full name, I knew he wasn't related… by blood, and I had already noticed he seemed a bit overly protective for a brother."

She shook her head. "You're mistaken."

"He rarely came to see you when you were married to Raulf. He feels tremendous guilt over that slight, for if he hadn't been so determined to hide his feelings, he would have seen how you were being treated by the bastard."

She shook her head again. He wasn't going to argue with her. He pulled her down on top of him and wrapped his arms around her. "He seems to have gotten over the affliction."

"He was never afflicted," she countered, "Besides, he's a married man now."

"Nicholas?"

Johanna smiled. Gabriel sounded quite astonished. "Yes, Nicholas," she said. "He married Clare MacKay. Do quit laughing so I can explain," she added. "They'll be happy together once Clare gets past the fact she's married to an Englishman."

Gabriel's laughter echoed around the room. The rumbling in his chest nearly knocked her head off his shoulder.

"I wondered why Laird MacKay joined our fight," he said.

"He didn't tell you?"

"He only said he was protecting his interests. He never mentioned the marriage. I probably wouldn't have paid any attention if he had tried to explain. I was fully occupied trying to get to you."

"It took you a long while."

"It didn't take me much time at all," he countered. "I had already turned around and was on my way back home when my men reached me with the news you'd been taken."

"You had already turned around? Then you heard about the army, didn't you?"

"Yes," he said. "One of the MacDonald soldiers told me."

"I never heard you or saw you on the balcony, Gabriel. You and your men were as sneaky as thieves," she praised.

"We are thieves," he reminded her.

"You were," she corrected. "You aren't any longer. The father of my children doesn't steal. He barters for what he needs."

"I have everything I could ever want," he whispered. "Johanna… those things you said about me… to hear you say… to know you believed…"

"Yes?"

"I'm not any good at putting into words how I feel," he muttered.

"Yes, you are," she whispered. "You told me you loved me. I don't need or want anything more. You please me just the way you are."

Johanna closed her eyes and let out a loud sigh of contentment.

"You aren't ever going to take needless chances in future," he told her. "Do you have any idea of the worry you caused me?"

Gabriel guessed she didn't. He waited a full minute for her to answer his question before he realized she had fallen asleep.

He left the chamber a few minutes later to give his appreciation to Laird Gillevrey for his hospitality. The English army had scattered like mice down the hills under the watchful eyes of Gabriel's allies from the north. The Highlanders outnumbered the enemy by three to one now and made their presence felt. Baron Williams would have been a fool to consider attacking; and although Gabriel was certain he would run back to John, he still wasn't taking any chances. He doubled the number of guards needed along the perimeter of the holding and insisted his allies stay for as long as Johanna was inside the keep. Johanna slept for twelve straight hours. She was fully recovered from her ordeal the following morning and was anxious to go home. Yet just as they were about to take their leave, she insisted upon returning to the great hall. Gabriel wasn't about to let her out of his sight. He followed her back inside and stood guard at the entrance.