He grinned. "Your help is a definite requirement."
"Then tell me, please, what it is you need assistance with, and I shall be happy to help in any way that I can."
He glanced at Ramsey, who quickly said, "The priest is waiting to speak to you. Do you want him to think you're ill-mannered?"
The possibility that she might have inadvertently insulted a man of God made her blush. "No, of course not," she said hastily. "Good day to you, Father. I'm happy to meet you."
"Good day," he replied with a hint of civility that was gone in the blink of an eye when he continued. "Now, I have a few important questions to ask you to satisfy the Church."
"You wish to satisfy the Church?" she asked, jarred by his sudden abrupt manner and his strange announcement. Surely she hadn't heard correctly.
"I do," he answered emphatically. After pausing to give Brodick what could only be interpreted as an extremely hostile glare, the priest added, "We will not move forward until I know for a certainty that you have not been coerced."
"Father, it's extremely important that I go to-"
Before she could finish her explanation, Ramsey forcefully interrupted. "Didn't Gillian have to climb into a gorge to get Alec Maitland? Iain told me his son was trapped on a ledge."
"She's right in front of you, Ramsey. Ask her," Brodick suggested.
She wasn't paying any attention to the two lairds now. "Father, why would you need to ask-"
"Did you, Gillian?"
Once again Ramsey had interrupted her, and had she not known better, she would have thought that he'd done it on purpose, but that was ridiculous, of course. Unlike Brodick, Ramsey wouldn't deliberately be impertinent. If anything, he was diplomatic to a fault.
"Did I what?" she asked somewhat absentmindedly as she continued to study the priest. Why in heaven's name did she have to satisfy the Church before she could continue on to Ramsey's holding?
Repeating his question, Ramsey demanded that she look at him when she answered. Because he was so insistent, she begged the priest's indulgence before turning her back on him.
"Yes, Ramsey, I did climb into the gorge to get Alec."
Before he could ask her another question, she gave the priest her undivided attention once again. "Father, are you telling me that I cannot go any further until I satisfy the Church? Did I hear you correctly?"
"Yes, milady, that's exactly what I said. No one's going to budge from this very spot until I'm completely satisfied. I mean what I say, Laird," he added with another piercing glare at Brodick.
"You will be satisfied," Brodick assured him.
"I don't understand…" she began.
"I will make certain you do understand," the priest said. "The Buchanans are experts in trickery and deception. They will do whatever it takes to get what they want, and since your parents and your confessor are not here to protect you, I feel it's my duty to speak as your guardian and your priest. Now do you understand?"
She didn't understand at all. She started to shake her head and thought to ask Father why he felt she needed someone to look out for her. Didn't he realize that Brodick was there to help?
"Father, I asked Brodick-"
The priest was so startled, he didn't let her finish. "You asked him? Then you weren't coerced?"
Gillian was beginning to think that Father Laggan might be a bit addled in the head. Once again she patiently tried to explain. "If anyone has done any coercing, it is I. Brodick would have gone back home if I hadn't asked him to-"
Brodick cut her off. "She has her own mind, Father. I have neither forced nor manipulated her. Isn't that so, Gillian?"
"Yes, it is so," she agreed. "But Father, I'm still not understanding why you feel it necessary to play my champion. Can you not see that I am in good hands?"
Father Laggan looked as though he wanted to weep for her. "Dear Lady, you cannot possibly know what you're getting into," he cried out, stunned by her calm acquiescence. "Answer me this, he demanded. "Have you ever been to the Buchanan holding?"
"No, I haven't…"
The priest threw up his hands in despair. "There you have it," he said triumphantly and in a near shout.
"What I have seen of the Highlands is very beautiful," she said. "And I imagine that Brodick's land is just as lovely."
"But you've never met any of the savages who call themselves Buchanans, now have you, lass?" the priest asked in a shrill voice.
It was more than apparent that Father Laggan was highly upset, and hoping to soothe him, she responded, "No, I haven't met many of his followers, but I'm sure they're very pleasant people and not savages."
"Dear God above, she thinks they're pleasant. Did you hear her, Ramsey? Did you?"
Ramsey struggled not to laugh when he answered. "I heard, Father, but I would remind you of what Brodick has said. Gillian has her own mind. 'Tis my belief she will find his followers very pleasant."
"How could she-" the priest began.
"She finds the Buchanan laird pleasant enough. He wouldn't be by her side if she did not. Brodick can be quite… charming… when he puts his mind to the task." Ramsey choked on the last of his words and then burst into laughter.
The priest returned to Brodick. "She can't possibly know what's in store for her."
"Are you suggesting that I will not look out for her or that any of my clan will mistreat her?"
Father Laggan realized he'd overstepped his bounds and hastily tried to repair the damage he had done. Raising his hands he said, "No, no, I was merely suggesting… the lass appears to be such a gentle lady… and I cannot imagine how she will survive such a harsh environment."
Gillian couldn't understand what had precipitated this peculiar conversation and why Father Laggan was so obviously distressed. She looked at Brodick, hoping he would explain what in heaven's name was going on, but he ignored her as he spoke to the priest in rapid Gaelic. His brogue was thick, his hostility apparent, and she was horrified that he would speak to a man of the cloth in anger.
He was telling the priest how much Gillian meant to him and that he would die before letting any harm come to her. He knew she didn't understand a word he was saying, but Father Laggan did, and at the moment that was all that mattered.
Brodick was vastly amused when Gillian blurted out, "You mustn't speak to a priest so harshly. God won't like it." Turning to Father, she said, "He doesn't mean to be insolent."
"You need not apologize for me," Brodick said.
"I'm guarding your soul," she snapped.
"You are mindful of his soul?" the priest asked.
"Someone has to be," she answered. "He isn't going to get to heaven without assistance. Surely you realize that, Father, for you have known him longer than I."
"Gillian, enough of this foolish talk," Brodick ordered.
She ignored him. "But he also has a good heart, Father. He just doesn't want anyone to know it."
The priest smiled. "You have seen this goodness within him?"
"Aye," she answered softly. "I have seen it."
The priest squinted as he studied her. "You were raised in a peaceful household?"
"Yes, I was. My uncle's home was very peaceful."
"Yet you're willing…" Father Laggan shook his head. "As I said before, I do not know how you will ever survive in such a harsh environment."
"Father, Brodick and I are going to Ramsey's holding," she said, hoping to correct any misunderstanding.
"But you will not stay there forever," he shouted in frustration. "You will have to go home sometime."
"Yes, of course I will. I must go back to-"
"Gillian, how did you manage it?" Ramsey shouted.
Startled, she turned to him. "Manage what, Ramsey?"
"If you're afraid, how did you manage to climb into the gorge to get Alec?"
"You want to discuss this now?"