Raulf's fury became uncontrollable. His roar echoed throughout the hall. Johanna braced herself for his attack and reached for her dagger.

Raulf ran toward her. He was just a few feet away when he raised his fist in preparation for the first blow he would deliver.

An arrow stopped his advance. It went completely through his closed fist. Raulf's bellow of rage turned into a scream of agony. He staggered backward and looked up to find the man who had attacked him.

They were everywhere.

The balcony was filled with warriors wearing the MacBain plaid. They surrounded the great hall on all sides. All but one soldier had arrows knotched to their bows. Baron Raulf was in their sights.

There was but a second or two of awareness in Raulf's eyes before he died, recognition, too, perhaps, as he stared at the giant warrior standing directly above Johanna. Gabriel's gaze was locked on the baron. He slowly reached back to take a second arrow from his carrier.

Death captured Raulf's expression of terror. The next arrow ended his life. It penetrated the center of his forehead. And then another arrow and another and another sliced through the stillness to cut into the target. The force of so many arrows striking at the same time propelled Raulf backward and upward; and when he finally collapsed to the floor, there were over fifty arrows lodged in his body.

Lucifer had his soul.

Johanna turned around and looked up. Gabriel stood above her. Nicholas was at his side. Both warriors handed their bows and carriers to the soldiers standing behind them, then turned to come downstairs. All of the other clansmen had fresh arrows knotched in preparation. Their target was Baron Williams who was now cowering in the corner of the hall.

She didn't wait for Gabriel to come to her. As soon as he reached the entrance of the hall, she dropped her dagger and ran to him.

He wouldn't let her hug him. He wouldn't even look at her. His gaze was fully directed on Baron Williams. "This isn't finished yet," he announced in a gruff tone of voice. He gently pushed her behind his back. "You may show me your affection later, wife."

Her next remark surely saved Williams's life. Gabriel started forward but stopped when he caught her whispered reply. "And you may explain your reason for being so tardy, m'lord."

A slow smile eased his frown. He continued on across the hall; grabbed Williams by his shoulders, forcing him to stand up; and then slammed his fist into his face.

"You're going to live for one purpose only," Gabriel announced. "You're going to take a message to your king and save me the journey. I've been separated from my wife long enough, and I cannot stomach the notion of having to look upon King John."

Blood was pouring down from Baron Williams's broken nose. "Yes, yes," he stammered out. "I'll take any message you wish to give me."

Gabriel dragged the baron over to the table and shoved him into a chair.

Her husband's voice was too low for Johanna to hear what he was saying to Williams. She tried to walk closer but suddenly found herself surrounded by soldiers who deliberately blocked her path.

Nicholas also wanted to find out what Gabriel was telling the baron. The soldiers wouldn't let him get any closer. He turned to his sister, noticed she was staring at Raulf, and immediately walked over to put himself in front of her.

"Do not look at him," Nicholas ordered. "He can't hurt you anymore. He's dead."

It was a ridiculous thing to say, given the fact that arrows covered Raulf's body from head to feet. She was about to point out that fact to her brother when he spoke again. He gave her his boast, not his confession.

"I killed him."

Keith stepped forward. "Nay, Nicholas. I killed him," he announced in a near shout.

Calum came forward next. "Nicholas, you didn't even have your arrow at the ready when I killed him."

Suddenly every soldier in the hall was shouting his boast that he'd been the one to end Baron Raulf's life. Johanna didn't understand what was happening or why it seemed so important for each man to claim he'd been the one responsible for killing the baron.

Then Nicholas smiled. He noticed her confusion and hastened to explain. "Your husband is protecting me from my own king, Johanna. Gabriel won't ever admit it, of course, but he's making damned certain I can't be blamed for killing another baron. Each one of his men will continue to boast the kill. However," he added when Keith nodded, "it is a fact that I really did kill him."

"Nay, boy, I killed him," Laird MacKay shouted from the balcony.

And then it started all over again. The hall was echoing with shouts when Gabriel finished with Baron Williams. He hauled him to his feet, looked around him, and nodded with satisfaction. He waited until the shouting had died down, then said to Williams, "You will tell your king at least sixty men took credit for killing his favored baron."

"Yes," Williams said. "I'll tell him."

"And after you've given him my other important message, I suggest you do one last thing to please me."

"Anything," Williams promised. "I'll do anything."

Gabriel stared at the man a long minute before giving him his final instruction.

"Hide."

He didn't need to say more. Williams fully understood his message. He nodded and ran out of the hall.

Gabriel watched him leave and then turned around. He ordered two soldiers to remove the dead body from the hall. Lindsay and Michael hurried forward to take care of the chore.

Nicholas and Johanna stood side by side across the room with Keith and Calum.

"It's finished, little sister," Nicholas whispered. He put his arm around Johanna's shoulders and pulled her up against him. "He can't ever hurt you again."

"Yes," she replied. "It's finished, and now you will let go of your guilt. You were never responsible for what happened to me in the past. I was in charge of my own destiny, even in those most difficult times."

Her brother shook his head. "I should have known," he said. "I should have protected you."

She tilted her head to look up at him. "That's why you married Clare, isn't it? You were protecting her."

"Someone had to," he admitted.

Johanna smiled. She decided the reasons why her brother married Clare weren't important. What mattered was their future together. Clare, Johanna believed, would eventually fall in love with Nicholas. He was such a good, kind-hearted man. Clare would realize her good fortune in time. And Nicholas would also grow to love her. Clare was a sweet woman. Aye, Johanna decided. It was going to be a sound marriage.

Gabriel was staring at her. Laird MacKay was standing by his side and waving his hands in agitation as he talked to Johanna's husband. Every now and then Gabriel would shake his head.

"I wonder what has Laird MacKay upset," Johanna remarked.

"He's probably wanting to raid the castle before they let the Gillevrey laird out of the cellar," Nicholas replied.

Johanna couldn't take her gaze off her husband. He was taking forever to come to her. Didn't he realize how much she needed his comfort?

"Why is Gabriel ignoring me?" she asked her brother.

"I can't read his thoughts," Nicholas replied. "I would guess he's trying to calm down before he talks to you. You gave him one hell of a scare. You'd best get a good apology ready. I'd try to look humble," he advised.

"I can't imagine why he would want an apology."

Keith stepped forward to answer. "You didn't stay where you were put, m'lady."

Nicholas tried not to laugh. He could tell from his sister's expression she didn't like hearing his explanation. If looks could do injury, Keith would now be writhing on the floor in acute pain.

Johanna straightened away from her brother. "I did what was necessary," she told Keith.

"What you thought was necessary," Nicholas corrected.

From across the room Gabriel nodded. Johanna knew then he was listening to their discussion.

In a much louder tone of voice she said, "I was protecting my clan by leaving."

"Each one of us would die to protect the others."

Calum interjected the remark. He was smiling at Johanna while he repeated her very words back to her. He had obviously been hiding in one of the opened doorways on the balcony during her confrontation with Raulf.

"How much did you hear?" she asked.

"All of it," Calum answered.

Keith nodded. "We keep good companions," he said. "We all understood your lesson, m'lady."

Johanna started blushing. Nicholas thought the soldiers' obvious adoration for their mistress might be the cause of her embarrassment. Both Keith and Calum looked as though they might kneel down in front of her at any moment to pay her homage.

"You made us very proud, m'lady," Calum whispered in a voice that shook with emotion.

Her blush intensified. If they continued with their praise, she knew she would start weeping, and then they would surely become embarrassed. She couldn't let that happen. She hurried to change the topic. She glanced up at the balcony, then turned to Keith. "It's a straight drop from the windows to the ground," she began. "How in heaven's name did you ever get inside?"

Keith laughed. "I cannot believe you're asking me that question," he said.

"I am asking you," she countered, wondering what he found so amusing. "Please explain. How did you get inside?"

"Lady Johanna, there is always more than one way into a keep."

She burst into laughter. The sound was filled with such joy, Gabriel's entire body reacted. His throat tightened up, His heart started slamming a furious beat, and he found it damned difficult to take a deep breath. He knew that if he didn't take her into his arms soon, he would surely go out of his mind. He wanted privacy, because once he started touching her, he wasn't going to be able to stop.

Dear God, how he loved her.

He started to go to her and then forced himself to stop. By God, she would realize the hell she had put him through first, he thought to himself. Why, she had taken a good twenty years off his life. When his men had chased him down and told him she was in the hands of Baron Raulf, terror such as Gabriel had never known before filled his mind, his heart, and his soul. He was certain he'd died a thousand deaths on his way to the Gillevrey holding. Another scare like that would put him in his grave. Only after he had gained her promise never to take such chances again would he let her comfort him.

Gabriel asked MacKay to go downstairs and let the laird out of his prison and then turned to Johanna.

"MacBain's wanting your attention, Johanna," Nicholas whispered.

She looked at her husband. He nodded to her and then ordered her to come to him by crooking his finger at her.

The look on his face told her she was about to catch hell. She didn't want to waste time listening to him rant and rave about the danger she'd placed herself in. It was finished now and she was safe. That was all that mattered. Besides, she wanted to be comforted, and she'd waited long enough. She was out of patience and in desperate need of her husband's touch.

The only way she was going to get what she wanted was to catch her husband off guard and nudge him into forgetting his bluster.

She took a step toward Gabriel and then stopped. She forced a frown while she folded her arms in front of her chest.

She hoped she looked displeased.

Gabriel was astonished by her behavior. "Johanna?"

The uncertainty in his voice made her want to smile. She didn't dare, of course, because she wanted to soothe his temper, not prod it.

"Yes, Gabriel?"

"Come here."

"In a moment, m'lord," she answered in a voice as serene as a sweet summer breeze. "First I would like to ask you a question."

"What is it?"

"Does the expression 'in the nick of time' mean anything to you?"

He wanted to smile but glared instead. He knew what she was doing. She thought to make him feel guilty because he hadn't gotten to her sooner.

He wasn't going to let her turn the tables on him. If anyone was going to apologize, by God, it would be his stubborn, ill-disciplined wife.

He shook his head at her, took another step forward, and then announced, "It's going to take you a lifetime to soothe my temper."

She didn't want to contradict her husband, but she was certain it would only take her a minute or two. She walked forward to stand directly in front of him.