Page 60 of A Highlander's Vow

Epilogue

Gregory’s face scrunchedup as he held Megan’s hair away from her face while she brought up her dinner from the night before. When she was done, she leaned back on her heels. “Husband, I think I must see Emma. This stomach issue I’ve had almost since we returned from Edinburgh should be gone by now.”

He looked at her carefully. “Aye I agree. I think ’tis time to see what Emma says about this.”

They both rose and he gave her a glass of water to rinse her mouth. “I would go with ye, but I’ve missed so much time with the new warriors that I need to concentrate on them. See what Emma says and mayhap she has a tonic or tisane ye can take to feel better.”

She nodded. Once Gregory left the room to break his fast and hurry to the lists, she sat on the bed. She felt so weary lately.

Sometime later, she opened her eyes and realized she had fallen back to sleep after Gregory had left the room. Based on the sun’s position, she’d been asleep for a couple of hours.

She didn’t mind missing her morning meal because her stomach was still a bit tender. But Beth must wonder where she was. It was her job to assist the Lady of the Manor in various jobs.

She quickly dressed, and reminded herself to see Emma sometime during the day, then she left her bedchamber and looked for Beth.

“There ye are,” Beth said with a smile as Megan found her in the kitchen.

“I’m so sorry, Beth, I fell back to sleep after Gregory left. I’m just no’ feeling too well lately.”

Beth narrowed her eyes. “Is yer stomach still giving ye trouble?”

“Aye. I think I ate something along the road on the way back that my stomach dinna care for.”

“Have ye seen Emma?”

“Nay. I thought it would just go away, but I think ’tis time to see if she has something I can take to make me feel better.”

Beth grinned and rubbed her swollen stomach. She gave Megan a slight shove on the shoulder. “Go see our healer.”

Megan took the short walk to the healer’s room and was greeted by shouting.

“Ye doona ken what ye’re doing or I would be fixed by now and back in battle.” It was obviously the grumpy patient.

She opened the door to see Emma bent over the warrior who had been brought in during the Gunn and Sinclair skirmish.

The healer sighed. “Ye are anejiit, Gunn. How many times do I have to tell ye the battle’s been over for weeks.”

He growled. “The Gunns are always in a battle.”

She shook her head. “And I have also told ye many times that I’m not sure ye will regain the use of yer legs. ’Twill take time.”

The glower on the warrior’s face had her stepping back, but she shook her head at Emma. The woman had the most patience of anyone she’d ever known.

Emma placed her hands on her hips and took several deep breaths. “If ye keep this up, Morgan Gunn, I will place ye in the dungeon.”

The man narrowed his eyes. “Ye wouldn’t do that. The laird would no’ allow that since I am no’ a prisoner. And I would kill anyone who tries to do that.”

“With what? Ye canno’ walk and ye have no sword. Do ye think ye can chase me around the room to get a weapon?”

Morgan Gunn reached out and pulled Emma close, but Meganheard him say, “If I chase ye around the room, lass, it won’t be to get a weapon.” He released her and smirked.

The healer turned from the bed and her eyes grew wide when she saw Megan standing there. “’Tis sorry I am ye had to hear that.” She shook her head and linked her arm with Megan’s. “Let’s take a walk in the garden and ye can tell me what ye came for and I can regain my self-control.”

As they stepped into the garden, Emma took a deep breath.

“Are ye well, Emma?”

She smiled. “Aye. I just need to get away from my patient every once in a while.” She looked at Megan. “’Tis the mon who came in during that short battle when ye were taken. He is improving, but I canno’ tell if he will completely heal and walk again.”