Little Rob figited in Chlora's arms as she straightened her dress, making little impact in the abundant wrinkles. "Stand up straight, girls," she admonished, trying to follow her own advice. Betty straightened, shoulders back, head up, one hand unconsiously patting the gentle buldge of her stomach. But Mary leaned against her mother, unsteady on her two young legs. Her face went into her mother's blouse and out came a muffled, "I canna, Mam... too tired..." Alasdair kissed Chlora comfortingly on the cheek. Kindly, he scooped up young Betty, careful of her skirts as he lifted her to his back. She nuzzled her face into the back of his neck, then rested her head on his shoulder. Malcolm Arnoch's hand caressed the small of Chlora's back, in comfort. "You'll be safe here. There isna need tae fash." He led the weary procession through the gates, where one monk came out to greet them. His eyes grew wide and he stopped short in his tracks with a look of dire shock upon his face. It scared Chlora so that she recoiled, latching onto Betty's arm so she wouldn't go ahead. But Malcolm Arnoch continued on, bowing before the monk. "My greatest thanks to you, Brother Leslie. I bring you as much as I can afford." He handed over a small pouch of coins and jewelry. The monk refused it at first, but Malcolm's instistance was too great for his will. "I will keep it for these travellers; they will need money when they depart, thank you, my Son." Malcolm chuckled, taking the brown-robed figure in a mutual hug. So none else could hear, "Thank you for my son." When they had parted, the monk gathered his compassion to greet the newcomers. "MacLennans, you are most welcome at the abbey. I apologize for my initial reaction... we are all a long way from Kintail, aye? And it has been longer still since the mention of Robert MacLennan has passed my way." "Malcolm--" Chlora began, terrified that those few lost years of Robert's life were again to haunt them. "Be at piece, Mrs.MacLennan. Your husband and I were great friends as young lads. What God has through the abbey is yours. Warm beds, good food and drink, and safety behind these strong wooden doors. We ask for naught in return." |