Page 94 of The Sinner
“Seamus’s sister?” he asked.
“Aye, she’s that pretty lass with the golden hair,” Glynis said. “Her name is Ùna.”
“Hmm.” Though Glynis had come to trust him, Alex took care not to say or do anything that might change that. For the same reason, he didn’t find it necessary to tell Glynis that all his men stopped working to watch that particular lass when she came to the castle.
“Peiter wants to wed her,” she said, looking up at him with a soft look in her eyes.
“And how would ye know this?”
“I asked him, of course.”
Alex chuckled, wondering how she had wrung this confession out of the young man. Unfortunately, his wife appeared to see Peiter’s lovelorn state as a problem that needed fixing.
“Would ye consider speaking to her father on his behalf?”
Alex groaned. “You’ve only to ask, and I’ll fight a hundred men for ye. But matchmaking … ach.”
“Ye act in your chieftain’s place here on North Uist,” Glynis said in her most reasonable tone. “And one of a chieftain’s duties is to approve marriages—and even encourage them at times.”
“Connor failed to mention this duty to me.” Alex didn’t bother pointing out that she had not appreciated it when her own father exercised that particular chieftain responsibility.
Glynis leaned against him and smiled up at him. “I want them to be happy like us.”
“I’ll talk to Pieter first. And if he says he wants me to, I’ll speak to the father.” Alex sighed and kissed her nose. “Now we both know there is nothing ye can’t get me to do.”
* * *
Alex kept his eye on Peiter the next time Seamus’s sister came up to the castle. The poor fool stood with his mouth open and didn’t hear Alex until he’d said his name twice.
“Ùna is a pretty lass,” Alex said to him.
“Aye,” Pieter said on a sigh, as he followed her across the castle yard with his eyes.
“Have ye tried speaking to her?” Alex asked.
“We were good friends as children,” Pieter said. “But she won’t even look at me now.”
Alex watched how the young woman kept her gaze fixed on the ground and didn’t greet any of the men, though she must have known most of them all her life. But as shy as she was, she came to the castle often. Seamus was old to have his sister fetch him, but the lad was always glad to see her. Despite their age difference, the two seemed unusually close.
“Is it marriage ye have in mind, then?” Alex asked Peiter.
“All I want in this life is to marry Ùna,” Peiter said, his gaze fixed on the lass’s back as she went out the castle gate with her brother. “I’ve asked her father, but he refuses to consider me, though I could provide for her better than he does.”
Alex had met Ùna and Seamus’s father and disliked him on sight. He was not surprised to hear that the man was not a good provider, for although he was a powerfully built man, he had a reputation for being both lazy and overly fond of his whiskey jug.
“Has her father made an arrangement with another man to wed her?” Alex asked.
“Nay, he’s just a selfish bastard,” Pieter said. “He told me he needs Ùna to keep house for him because his wife is dead.”
Alex made himself drag the words out, “Would ye like me to speak to him?”
“I would be forever grateful,” Pieter said, turning pleading eyes on him. “Ùna is the only lass who will ever do for me.”
Ach, the young man was in a bad way.
* * *
“I saw Seamus and Ùna’s father with some other fishermen on the shore today and went down to have that talk with him,” Alex reported to Glynis a few nights later while they were lying in bed. “It did not go well.”
