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    The outer walls of the castle had only high slit windows suitable for resisting attack. Angus took her up a flight of steps to a tower room, and Cat noticed the rest of the castle was neglected, somewhat bare.
    But the room where the Laird received her was luxurious, crowded with furniture and with soft skins of fur on the floor. There were heavy leather pieces thrown back from the windows to let in the light.
    Cat took an instant dislike to Calum Mackay. He was a huge man with thick, muddy gray hair and beard. The first time she looked into his eyes she felt a sense of evil, as if a rat had crawled down her spinal chord. He and his son wore kilts with the same colors of blue and green plaid. His chest was covered with more of the same.
    It didn’t take Angus long to inform his father of his plot.
    â€œMarry Montwain!”
    The older man looked her over, glancing disdainfully at her clothes.
    â€œFather, it be the only way. Look at her! She could stir any mon’s blood! I want her for my own, do ye not agree?”
    Calum brought his hand up in a dismissive, silencing gesture. He measured Cat up and down with his gaze as if she were for sale and the price was too high.
    â€œI won’t do this! My name is Catherine Terril! Help me find the strange dude that brought me here, and I’ll leave. You don’t understand. I’m from another time and place!”
    â€œAnother time?” Calum laughed derisively. “Do ye fly with the fairies too?”
    Angus smiled at his father. “She must have wandered off from her clan. Graham thinks her bewitched, or mad.”
    â€œMad … but she be fair enough to stir the bastard’s lust! Aye, she will do. You leave her be! It will be my joy to dupe the King and his English lap dog! Lock her up! She’s to get no food or drink until she agrees!”
    The older man dismissed them with a sweep of his hand.
    Angus took Cat to a small, cold room that was bare of furniture. There was one tiny window covered with a leather skin. When he bolted the door behind him, she went to the window to pull back the skin and let a small bit of light flood the room. She was still damp and uncomfortable, cold and thirsty, but at least her confusion and fear had been alleviated somewhat since they reached the castle.
    There was no sign of the twenty-first century. She was a time traveler.
    Cat had a strong sense of adventure. The experience could be invaluable, and she was intrigued. But still, she had to be cautious. She was also a woman they all thought mad. That could be a problem.
    Cat heard footsteps and a few moments later the tall brute with the red hair returned. He had a thin adolescent boy with him.
    â€œThis be Kenneth. He will guard ye. He is a mute, so don’t think he can go anywhere for help. He hears us, but we dinnae ken he understands. He is fey. Touched. So ye should get along well.” His voice dropped to a seductive whisper. “I will sharpen your wee weapon, lass. I’ll use it to slice my bread from the kitchens. If ye ask me sweetly and give me a kiss, mayhap I will return it to ye. The sooner ye agree, the sooner we can be together. We have a bit of time before your marriage.” He gazed at her mouth.
    â€œDon’t hold your breath! I’d rather crawl over broken glass!”
    Angus leaned forward with a look of icy resentment. “So be it! Let the Norman bastard tame ye! He’s welcome to ye!”
    He shoved the boy into the room and bolted the door behind him. Cat was alone with the young lad who could not have been more than sixteen, with bright red hair. He sat down by the wall and watched her silently.
    â€œSo, it’s true? You can’t speak?”
    The boy’s blue eyes were expressive, bright, and shining. Cat sniffed and shook her head. She rubbed her arms up and down as she paced.
    â€œI can’t say I blame you, son. No one here would listen if you could. It’s freezing in