Scotland, 1457<\/em><\/p>\nThe ordeal over, fragmented tremors still quaked through Evelina Broderwick’s body. She gazed down at her new daughter. Now, she’d finally have someone who would truly love her. Tiny fingers curled. Evelina marveled at the wee nails. The other hand tightened into a fist and flew into the bairn\u2019s mouth as she sucked on her knuckles.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s beautiful is she not?\u201d Tears clouded Evelina\u2019s vision, overwhelming her by the magnitude of God\u2019s gift of life.<\/p>\n
Gunna, her wet nurse, peered closer at the babe swaddled in a warm blanket. \u201cAye, she is at that.\u201d
\n\u201cI believe I shall call her Serena after my Spanish grandmother. The lass has an English da and a Scottish mither\u2014a mixture of noble blood from three countries.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot a verra common name here in the lowlands,\u201d Gunna\u2019s round cheeks swelled in a smile as she nodded in agreement, \u201cbut lovely just the same.\u201d<\/p>\n
The bedchamber door swung open, casting dim light from the hallway candles. The shadow of a man\u2019s tall frame bounced on the dark pine walls. Evelina tensed as her husband, Devlin Broderwick strode in with his usual frown. A dent marred his forehead. He towered over the bedside.<\/p>\n
The midwife followed him and stood at the foot of the bed, folding her hands in front of her. The woman appeared to be in her mid-fifties, personally chosen by Devlin and quite loyal to the Broderwick family. Her dark gaze traveled from Evelina to Gunna and down at the infant.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve heard the unfortunate news.\u201d Devlin\u2019s sharp tone cut through the room like a blade through a gentle lamb.<\/p>\n
Was a lass so terrible? Evelina glanced at the only window on the far right. The shutters were closed, blocking the night sky from view. She would like naught more than to escape the confines of her marriage, even if it meant taking sanctuary behind the walls of a convent for the rest of her days.<\/p>\n
Devlin cleared his throat. He wore a black tunic with blooming sleeves narrowing at the cuffs. Black suited his dark moods. His hair hung straight in the shape of an downward bowl. He crossed his arms, taking an authoritative stance. \u201cFortunately, you\u2019re still young and healthy. You can try again when you\u2019re well enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelina stayed her tongue. Over the last eleven months of their marriage, she had come to despise him. She had tried to love him, tried to win his affection, but he had been most impossible to please. No wonder her kinsmen hated the English. He had wounded her feelings more times than she cared to count. She\u2019d begun to resent her parents for arranging this union and forcing her into a lifetime of sorrow.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll love her.\u201d Evelina held her daughter against her bosom. She stared at the wine-colored blanket covering her bed, tracing a finger along the raised flower pattern stitched into the thick fabric, a gift from Devlin\u2019s mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure you will.\u201d He pointed at their daughter. \u201cNow lay her down so I can see her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cradling her child\u2019s unsteady head, Evelina lowered Serena onto her back. She unwrapped the white blanket from her squirming body. Devlin leaned close.<\/p>\n
The bairn\u2019s rosy glow turned red then deepened to a shade of purple. Serena\u2019s head twisted at the nape, her face almost level with the bed. The child\u2019s eyes glazed over, twitching into the corners, only the whites visible.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the meaning of this?\u201d Devlin jumped back in alarm.<\/p>\n
Though Serena\u2019s entire body had grown stiff, it quivered in spasms. The area around her lips faded to white and the rest of her skin melted from purple to an ashen gray.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s not breathing!\u201d Evelina turned to the midwife. \u201cDo something!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI deliver wee bairns. I don\u2019t cast out demons.\u201d The midwife\u2019s fearful eyes met hers.<\/p>\n
Evelina gripped her husband\u2019s arm, but he pulled away. \u201cDevlin, please do something. She\u2019s stopped breathing! Save her, please?\u201d<\/p>\n
He only stared at the helpless babe with disbelieving eyes.<\/p>\n
Evelina reached for her daughter\u2019s seizing body. Not knowing what else to do, Evelina turned the child over on her stomach and patted her back. She willed her babe to breathe. She blew air in Serena\u2019s face, hoping to startle her into breathing. White foam leaked over Serena\u2019s colorless lips. Evelina laid her down and plunged her finger into the tiny mouth, pulling with all her might against the curled tongue. Serena coughed, moaned, and screamed into a blessed cry.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, thank God!\u201d Evelina collapsed, lowering her head next to Serena and letting silent tears fall in relief. Their wee bairn would live.<\/p>\n
Evelina kissed Serena\u2019s round head on a thin layer of soft black hair. Her tiny lungs panted for air as her breathing returned to normal. She touched Serena\u2019s sweet ears, her pug nose, and cheeks now gaining a rosy glow.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was that?\u201d Devlin\u2019s voice flayed her nerves and she jumped. He stood with his hands on his hips, staring at the child in disbelief, his dark, condemning eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe babe was having some sort of fit,\u201d the midwife said. \u201cI\u2019ve heard of stories like this, but never seen one myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I can see that. I want to know why!\u201d Devlin took two menacing steps toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2019Tis unexplained.\u201d She stepped back, tilted her head upon her shoulders, and looked up at him with wide eyes. \u201cNo one really knows what it is. Some call it the falling sickness.\u201d<\/p>\n
Devlin paced across the chamber, rubbing the back of his head. The soles of his mid-calf leather boots clicked against the hardwood floor. \u201cWhy would a child have such a fit? How can ye stop it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d The midwife shook her head and sank against the wall.<\/p>\n
His gaze dropped to the bundle in Evelina\u2019s arms. \u201cIt\u2019s possessed.\u201d His lips twisted in thought. He paced again. \u201cWe\u2019ll call a priest to cast it out.\u201d He paused and shook his head. \u201cNo, we can\u2019t do that. How would it look if the Broderwick family produced a demon possessed child?\u201d He shook his head. \u201cI won\u2019t have the family name ruined.\u201d He turned and pointed at the midwife and Gunna. \u201cNo one had better speak a word outside this bedchamber. If you do, I\u2019ll make you sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI won\u2019t say a word,\u201d the midwife said, shaking her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, my lord,\u201d Gunna said, looking down at her feet.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe isn\u2019t possessed,\u201d Evelina said, her heart pounding in worry. \u201cShe stopped breathing and nearly died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Devlin strode toward her. He pressed his fists into the soft feather mattress and leaned foward. \u201cThere\u2019s no other explanation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDevlin, ye\u2019re mistaken. She couldn\u2019t catch her breath is all.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did she turn her head as if it would disconnect from her body of its own accord? Where did her eyes go? In the back of her head? What was coming from her mouth? Do ye call it somethin\u2019 from God?\u201d He stepped back. \u201c`This isn\u2019t the work of God. I feel it in my soul. Something is wrong. As head of this household it\u2019s my responsibility to take care of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOur child is not evil.\u201d Evelina moved Serena over her shoulder and patted her bottom.<\/p>\n
\u201cI make the final decisions in this house.\u201d Devlin\u2019s dark eyebrows knitted together in an angry line. \u201cShe may look normal now, but her body is possessed by somethin\u2019. I\u2019ll not tolerate evil under my own roof. Do you hear me, woman?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDevlin, listen to yerself. She\u2019s our child.\u201d Evelina clutched the bundle in her arms, fear rooted in her heart. Was he completely mad?<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw the babe turn into a demon with my own eyes. I won\u2019t claim it as mine. I\u2019ve made up my mind. I don\u2019t want it, and I forbid ye to keep it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI won\u2019t give her up!\u201d Evelina moved Serena to the far side of her body away from him. \u201cShe\u2019s my bairn, not some animal to cast away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re my wife, and you\u2019ll do as I tell you.\u201d He stepped toward her, grabbing for the child.<\/p>\n
Evelina refused to relinquish her hold. Their daughter began to cry at their tug of war. He tightened his grip on Evelina\u2019s flesh until she could no longer feel. Fearing Serena would be hurt from their struggle, Evelina relented. He snatched Serena.<\/p>\n
\u201cI beg ye, don\u2019t take her away.\u201d Tears clogged Evelina\u2019s voice, choking her.<\/p>\n
He strode from the chamber with Serena. The midwife made a \u201chymph\u201d sound and followed him.<\/p>\n
Evelina tried to rise. In her weakened state, she fell to the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, dearie me!\u201d Gunna cried, hurrying around the bed to help her.<\/p>\n
Evelina had forgotten she was still in the room. Frantic hands pulled under Evelina\u2019s arms, trying to lift her as she struggled to her knees.<\/p>\n
\u201cNay! Don\u2019t bother with me. Find out where he\u2019s taking her.\u201d Evelina nudged her.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut\u2014”<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease? Do this one thing for me.\u201d Evelina sniffed back tears. \u201cGo! Make haste before it\u2019s too late.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI-I\u2019ll do as ye ask. Don\u2019t ye worry, lass. We\u2019ll save yer bairn.\u201d She fled the chamber, leaving Evelina alone in her anguish.<\/p>\n
Evelina dropped her head upon her arms. Her eyelids fluttered shut. \u201cDear God,\u201d she whispered. \u201cI dedicate Serena to Ye. She isn\u2019t evil. She\u2019s just the way Ye made her. Allow me to be her mither and I\u2019ll teach her Yer ways and raise her to be Yer child.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room began to spin. Evelina clutched the bed linens for support. Darkness claimed her vision as the distant sounds of her child crying in another part of the house fell silent. \u201cPlease\u2026God,\u201d she whispered, fading to unconsciousness.<\/p>\n
Scotland 1477<\/em><\/p>\nGavin MacKenzie and Leith, his brother, led fifty clansmen along the narrow dirt path, two men abreast, their conversation a gentle rhythm above the steady clip-clop of horses. The comfortable late-spring air made it a good day to travel.<\/p>\n
Something moved ahead. From this distance it looked like a horse pulling a wagon. The sound of weeping reached his ears and then faded. Had he imagined it? He motioned to the men to be quiet. Their voices dropped to whispers before altogether silencing.<\/p>\n
Sholto, his horse, grew restless and sidestepped. Gavin grabbed the reins with both hands. The animal snorted in obvious distress. To calm the beast, Gavin rubbed his mount\u2019s neck until his breathing evened and his gait steadied. Gavin\u2019s red and gray plaid fell over his right shoulder. Shoving it out of his way, he studied the layout of the land, looking for signs of a surprise attack.<\/p>\n
They\u2019d travelled for days, leaving the familiar glens and rolling moors with a sheltered forest for the flat peatland surrounding them in Scotland\u2019s northern tip of Caithness. With no place to hide, the element of surprise was not in their favor. The light wind carried the scent of the bog myrtle across the silver lochs and purple heather dotting the land mixing with the salty sea. By this, Gavin knew they must be getting close to Braigh Castle. He was told it stood in alone on the moss-covered rocky cliffs facing the sea\u2014like a sanctuary.<\/p>\n
The wagon up ahead moved. Gavin gripped the reins tight and hastened his mount. As he drew closer, a skittish horse flung his tail in vexation, hitched to a heavy laden wagon. The animal neighed and pranced about as much as the load allowed.<\/p>\n
More weeping carried from the opposite side of the wagon. Gavin motioned for his men to halt. He nodded toward Leith who dismounted and went to calm the beast. Gavin inched toward the noise.<\/p>\n
A woman with a long braid of auburn hair streaked with gray bent over a lass lying on her back. He couldn\u2019t see much of the one lying down, but the weeping one wore a dark blue gown. She patted her unresponsive companion, speaking in a hushed, worried tone.<\/p>\n
He cleared his throat, reining in his horse and sliding to the ground.<\/p>\n
She gasped and turned a frightened expression toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d He nodded toward the unconscious lady lying in a bed of thick grass.<\/p>\n
Her moss-green eyes watched him, assessing his character. She wiped at the tears staining her cheeks. \u201cWe must have hit somethin\u2019. The wagon nearly tipped over. She fell from her seat and hit her head.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin bent to his knees, surveying the unmoving lass and felt for a pulse in her neck. It beat steady. Her skin was warm and smooth. She was much younger than her concerned friend. \u201cHave ye checked her head for bleeding?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt only happened a moment ago. I first tried to wake her.\u201d Alarm crossed her face as her eyes widened, and she grabbed the girl\u2019s hands between her own. \u201cI do wish she\u2019d wake. \u2018Twould put my mind at ease. She\u2019s my daughter\u2026my only child.\u201d Her chin trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cMay I?\u201d Gavin gestured toward her daughter. \u201cI\u2019d like to check her head for bleeding or lumps\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAye.\u201d She nodded. \u201cSerena took many falls as a child. She was always so free-spirited. But I\u2019ve never known her to be out this long.\u201d<\/p>\n
Serena. He liked her name. It was different. Lying here, she looked serene.<\/p>\n
Although her skin was pale, he could tell she had spent time in the sun. Her dark lashes curled against her skin. Light freckles lay across the bridge of her nose. He took a deep breath and eased his hands in her black hair. It was thick and free of curls, reminding him of black velvet, though it felt more like smooth satin.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s right here.\u201d He found a bump forming on the right side of her head above her ear. \u201c\u2019Tis only a slight knot. I\u2019m sure she\u2019ll be fine.\u201d Gavin glanced at the full wagon. \u201cThere\u2019s little room in yer wagon. Would ye like me to carry her to my horse?\u201d<\/p>\n
She graced her knuckles over her daughter\u2019s cheek. \u201cI\u2019m verra thankful for yer assistance. We live in the Village of Braigh about a mile ahead. Would ye mind carrying her there? We were just returning from the town market.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019d be honored,\u201d Gavin said. \u201cWe\u2019re on our way to Braigh Castle. Is yer village near the castle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAye.\u201d A smile brightened her worry-filled eyes. \u201cOnly a half a mile further beyond our village, would be my guess.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin crooked his finger toward his men, singling out Roan. As his friend dismounted, Gavin realized how much his tall frame would benefit them. His long blond hair was tied back at the nape. One thing he and his men lacked over the course of their travel was proper grooming. He hoped their ragged looks and overgrown beards wouldn\u2019t offend or frighten the lasses.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to mount my horse, and I need ye to lift her to me as gently as possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI got \u2018er.\u201d Roan said, bending to one knee and slipping an arm beneath her neck and behind her knees.<\/p>\n
Once he was settled upon Sholto, Gavin secured the reins and held out his arms. Roan raised her up. Gavin settled her across his lap, hoping she would be comfortable and the ride wouldn\u2019t jar her wounded head too much. It helped that she wore a simple brown gown.<\/p>\n
\u201cCareful,\u201d her mother said, wringing her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cSerena will be safe. Would ye prefer to drive the wagon or would ye like for one of my men to take over?\u201d If she was too upset, he didn\u2019t want another mishap to befall them.<\/p>\n
She shook her head. Pieces of hair loosened from her braid. \u201cNay, it helps me to have somethin\u2019 to do. Let me know as soon as she wakes. My name\u2019s Evelina Boyd, and I\u2019m verra thankful for yer help.\u201d<\/p>\n
Leith assisted her to better secure the horse to the wagon and checked the condition of the wheels. Once he and Roan were mounted on their horses again, they began a slow pace to match Evelina\u2019s wagon.<\/p>\n
The men conversed in quiet tones. A bird flapped its wings above them and sang. A gentle draft kept the air from being too warm. The sun hid behind white clouds and burst out in brightness every once in a while.<\/p>\n
Gavin looked down at the bonny lass in his arms, breathing in the feminine scent of heather and juniper. The aroma stirred forgotten memories of another lass he\u2019d tried his best to forget. If she had lived, he\u2019d be a married man by now, mayhap the father of wee bairns. To his bitter disappointment, his life had taken another route, which led him and his brother all over Europe to escape his grief and guilt.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould that be a patch of woods down yon in the glen?\u201d Leith rode up beside Gavin and shielded his hand over his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks like it.\u201d Relieved to be distracted from his thoughts, Gavin looked where his brother gestured. \u201cThat must be Braigh Castle.\u201d<\/p>\n
Situated on a long, narrow rocky cliff sat a magnificent stone fortress that looked to be king of the sea. A wide tower stood tall above wings that stretched out on each side. \u201cFrom here, it doesn\u2019t look like it needs to be restored,\u201d Gavin said, admiring the view. \u201cHow will we ever be able to improve upon it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYer here to restore the castle, then?\u201d Evelina rolled the wagon to a stop beside them.<\/p>\n
\u201cAye.\u201d Gavin nodded, careful not to reveal the other reason they were there\u2014to protect the new laird, his castle, and the village. He wondered how much Evelina and Serena knew concerning the truth behind the elder laird\u2019s death.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe massive keep is at least two centuries auld and Vikings have attacked it on several occasions,\u201d Evelina said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWere they ever successful?\u201d Leith asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d Evelina shook her head. \u201cBut I don\u2019t know the whole history.\u201d She glanced at Serena in Gavin\u2019s arms. \u201cWill the restoration take long?\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin shrugged. \u201cWe won\u2019t know \u2018til we see the damage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh.\u201d Her gaze shifted back to the castle as she pondered his words. Her expression tensing as the lines around her eyes and mouth deepened. She cleared her throat. \u201cI suppose that means ye\u2019ll be here for quite a while then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAye.\u201d He nodded.<\/p>\n
A strange silence followed. An eerie forboding crawled up his spine. He couldn\u2019t help sensing she didn\u2019t welcome their presence. He scratched his temple.<\/p>\n
\u201cBack in the town of Braighwick people called it the Village of Outcasts,\u201d Leith said. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYe\u2019ll see soon enough.\u201d The warmth in her eyes faded to a reserved caution as she clicked to her horse and started forward.<\/p>\n
As they approached the only patch of woods in the area, Gavin braced himself for what could earn this place the odd name. They crossed into the shade of the birch and hazel trees dotted among the dominant forest of pine. Brown needles cushioned the ground in a blanket of comfort, much like the serenity of snow he loved in winter. The fresh scent surrounding them appealed to Gavin as he breathed in the pine scent.<\/p>\n
Small dwellings were scattered throughout the woods, made of stone and packed with peat bothy, straw, heather and moss. The turf roofs contained a simple hole for the smoke that rose from the center where they built their fires. If the inside of these cottages were like the ones that belonged to his father\u2019s tenants at home, most were one room dwellings with a dirt floor. The family slept on one side, while their cattle passed the night on the other. Having grown up in the luxury of his father\u2019s castle, it was hard to imagine enduring conditions such as these as a way of life.<\/p>\n
A few people opened their doors to watch them pass. Compassion hit Gavin with a force he had not expected. Their clothes were worn through and tattered in places. Most were barefoot. Filth and grime covered their faces. The Boyds seemed out of place here with their clean clothes and clean appearance. Yet, in spite of these people\u2019s poverty, their eyes glowed with a passionate joy he couldn\u2019t fathom, not the listless melancholy one would expect.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is ours.\u201d Evelina stopped in front of one of the rectangle hovels. She secured the reins, set the wagon brake, and climbed down.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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<\/a>Jennifer Hudson Taylor is an award winning author of historical Christian fiction and a speaker on topics of faith, writing and publishing. Her debut novel, Highland Blessings received a 4 1\/2 star review from Romantic Times and won the Holt Medallion Award for Best First Book. Jennifer’s work has appeared in national publications, such as Guideposts, Heritage Quest Magazine, Romantic Times Book Reviews, and The Military Trader. She serves as the Publicist at Hartline Literary Agency. Jennifer graduated from Elon University with a B.A. in Journalism. When she isn’t writing, Jennifer enjoys spending time with her family, traveling, genealogy, and reading.<\/p>\nLearn more about Jennifer and her books on her WEBSITE<\/a>.<\/p>\nWhere to purchase Highland Sanctuary<\/em>!\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n\u00a0USA Bookstores<\/strong>
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<\/a>A Sanctuary of Secrets…<\/strong><\/p>\n