"Your mother's a monster," she whispered. "If there's any justice in this world, she'll get what's coming to her."
Judith didn't believe that was true, but she wasn't about to argue with her friend now. "Perhaps," she allowed.
"Agnes got what was coming to her," Frances Catherine announced with a nod.
"Why, what happened to her?" Judith asked.
Frances Catherine seemed not to hear her. "Aye, she did. She was a fool to spread such sinful rumors about you and think our laird wouldn't hear them."
"Iain heard?" Judith asked.
"He did," Frances Catherine said. She paused to concentrate on the pain that gripped her, holding on to the edge of the mantel until it had passed. Then she mopped her brow with a linen square. "Lord, that one was a bit stronger than the last."
"It lasted longer, too," Judith told her.
Frances Catherine nodded. "Now, where was I? Oh yes, Agnes."
"Exactly what did Iain hear?"
"That you were carrying his child before he wed you."
"Dear God, he must have been furious…"
"Oh, he was that, all right," Frances Catherine agreed. "You and Patrick and Graham had taken off to go fishing, and Iain came back from his duties about two hours' later. He looked in on me to make certain I wasn't needing anything. That was thoughtful of him, wasn't it? Iain's wanned considerably since he married you, Judith. He never used-"
"Frances Catherine, you're digressing," Judith interrupted. "What did he do about Agnes?"
"I was getting to that," her friend said. "Iain went along up to the keep. Someone must have stopped him to tell him. Or perhaps one of the elders mentioned-"
"I don't care how he heard," Judith interrupted again. "I want to know what he did about it. You're making me daft, Frances Catherine, skirting around and around the way you are."
Frances Catherine smiled. "It's taken your mind off the birthing, hasn't it?"
Judith nodded. Then she begged her friend to finish her explanation.
Frances Catherine was happy to oblige. "He went directly to Agnes's cottage. Brodick told me so. He stopped by, too, just to make certain I was all right. I think Patrick nagged him into looking in on me. Anyway, another hour passed, and I went outside to take in some fresh air when I saw Agnes and her daughter, Cecilia, all packed up and marching down the hill. Brodick told me they were leaving Maitland land. They won't be back, either, Judith."
"Where will they go?"
"To Agnes's cousins," Frances Catherine explained. "They had an escort of soldiers riding with them."
"Iain never said a word to me." Judith mulled that fact over for several minutes while Frances Catherine resumed her pacing.
Helen knocked on the door, interrupting the private discussion. "We'll talk about this later," Frances Catherine whispered.
Judith nodded. She helped Helen carry in a giant pile of linens and add them to the others on the table. Winslow was right behind the housekeeper. He carried in the birthing stool. Frances Catherine promptly invited the warrior to stay for the nooning meal. Winslow was too surprised by the invitation to do more than shake his head.
Patrick wasn't in any condition to see to the chore of hanging the plaid across the beam. Winslow took care of the duty. Frances Catherine tried to serve him a beverage when he was finished.
He refused the wine and started out the doorway. He suddenly stopped and turned around again. "My wife is waiting in the courtyard," he said. "She wants to help. If you don't want her…"
"Please send her inside," Judith requested. "We'll be happy for her company, won't we, Frances Catherine?"
Her friend brightened up. "Oh, yes," she agreed. "She can have her nooning meal with us."
Helen paused in her task of folding back the bedding to look up. "Are you really hungry, lass? I could bring down some soup I made late yesterday. It's been simmering all through the night."
"Yes, thank you," Frances Catherine answered. "I'm not at all hungry, though."
"Then why-" Judith began.
"When it's time for supper, we have to have our supper," Frances Catherine insisted. "Everything has to be… usual. All right, Judith?"
"Yes, of course," Judith answered.
Isabelle came rushing inside, drawing everyone's attention. She shut the door behind her and hurried over to Frances Catherine. She took hold of her hand. While Judith stood by, Isabelle repeated all the words of encouragement Judith had given her when she'd begun her laboring. She talked about the miracle about to take place, added that yes, it was messy, but still beautiful, and Frances Catherine must remember to feel the joy in the precious duty of giving a new life to the world.
A warm feeling of contentment filled Judith. She had made a difference in someone's life. She knew she would have to leave this place, and soon, if the council had their way, but while she'd lived here, she had made an impact on someone else's life. At least one other woman besides Frances Catherine would remember her.
Helen hurried out of the cottage to fetch the soup. Isabella had left her son in Winslow's aunt's care, and she left to tell her she'd be staying with Frances Catherine until after her baby was born.
Frances Catherine waited until the door closed behind the two women, then turned to Judith. "Are you worried about me?"
"Perhaps just a little," Judith admitted.
"Why did you have the peculiar look on your face? What were you thinking about when Isabelle was talking to me?"
Judith smiled. Frances Catherine rarely let anything get past her. "I was realizing that I made a little difference in Isabella's life. I helped her bring her son into the world. She won't forget that. The others will forget me, but she won't."
"No, she won't forget," Frances Catherine agreed. She turned the topic then. "Patrick says Iain won't tell him what he's going to do. My husband's convinced the council will sanction both of you. He said that when he told his brother that opinion, Iain just smiled and shook his head."
Judith shrugged. "I won't stay here, no matter what happens. You understand why, don't you? I can't be an outsider again."
"Judith, all the women here seem to feel like outsiders," Frances Catherine argued.
The door burst open. "Well?" Patrick bellowed from the entrance.
"Well, what, husband?"
"Frances Catherine, why is this taking so long?"
"Patrick, you really need to get hold of yourself," Judith ordered. "This isn't going to happen any time soon."
Frances Catherine hurried over to her husband. "I'm sorry this is so upsetting to you, but nothing's happening. I can't make the baby hurry, Patrick."
"Judith, can't you do something?" Patrick demanded.
"Your wife is going to rest now," Judith announced. "We have to be patient."
Patrick let out a sigh. "Winslow says you're twice the size Isabelle was," he remarked with a frown.
Frances Catherine didn't take exception to that comment. She knew her husband was looking for something more to worry about. "I ate twice as much," she told him. "Where did Iain go?"
Patrick found his first smile. "I was driving him daft. He's training with his men."
"You should go and help him," Frances Catherine suggested. "I'll send someone to find you when the time draws near."
Patrick reluctantly agreed to leave. He kept coming back, however, and by nightfall he was camped out on the doorstep.
Isabelle's aunt came to fetch her twice during the long day to feed her infant son, and Helen left once to make certain the elders had a proper dinner and that her son Andrew was being looked after.
Frances Catherine's contractions continued to be inconsistent until late afternoon. They came on with a vengeance then, but Frances Catherine was more than ready to take on the pain.