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Four
    Ewen Lamont was having a bad influence on her. Apparently, Janet’s oratory skills were deserting her, and she was blurting out whatever came into her head just like he did. First she’d mentioned her sister-in-law without thinking, then had the near disaster with the blade, and now she was showing a lack of finesse in handling the news of his plan to cross the river.
    She could tell by the way those steely blue eyes fixed on hers that he had questions. She shouldn’t have pulled the knife on him, but he’d stung her pride, and she’d wanted to prove to him that she could protect herself. Instead, she’d made him suspicious. Nuns didn’t wield weapons like that. Most women didn’t. But her sister by marriage wasn’t like most women.
    Christina MacRuairi, the Lady of the Isles, was the heir to one of the greatest lordships in Western Scotland and a force to be reckoned with, much to her brother’s frustration. Christina had learned how to defend herself from her pirate scourge of a brother, the disreputable brigand Lachlan MacRuairi.
    Christina had passed on those skills to Janet when one of Duncan’s men in a drunken stupor had tried to force himself on her. He might have succeeded if Christina hadn’t come to her rescue. The cut her sister-in-law had given him in the back of his leg had hobbled him for life, but it was nothing to the punishment her brother Duncanhad exacted. She shivered, recalling the brutal flogging Janet had been forced to witness, as was her duty.
    In many ways, Duncan would have made a better chief to the clan than her eldest brother, Gartnait. Duncan, like Ewen Lamont, possessed the firm authority and unyielding attitude that was necessary for a leader that her fun-loving elder brother had not. But now both her brothers were gone, and the earldom rested on the young shoulders of her eight-year-old nephew Donald, who was under King Edward’s authority.
    War had stripped her of most of her family. She’d learned of Duncan’s death at Loch Ryan only upon her return to England last year. Of the powerful family of Mar, all that remained were her, Mary, and Donald.
    The last thing she wanted to do was to make Lamont suspicious about her true identity. Not only would her ability to do her job be compromised if it became known that Janet of Mar was alive, but her safety would be at issue as well. Edward of England already had her twin sister in his control; he would be only too happy to have her as well.
    Nay, it was better that Janet of Mar stay dead—exactly as she would have been had the fisherman and his son not fished her out of the river, after her disastrous attempt to secret her sister out of England three and a half years ago.
    Had she really thought she could simply ride into England and sneak Mary out from right under Edward’s nose? That was the problem: she
had
thought she could do it. She hadn’t wanted to listen to Duncan’s warning that it would only make things worse. She hadn’t wanted to wait for a better opportunity. She hadn’t wanted to hear “no.”
    So she’d gone to her sister-in-law Christina, persuaded her to let her borrow some of her men, and gone after her sister on her own. But something had gone wrong. Or rather,
everything
had gone wrong. Christina’s men had been discovered, and Mary, her son David, Janet, andtheir loyal servant Cailin had all been caught up in the ensuing battle. Janet would never forget seeing Cailin felled by that arrow on the bridge. She’d tried to help him, but suddenly the world had exploded in thunder and lightning—the most terrible she’d ever heard.
    Janet remembered little of what happened after the bridge had seemingly burst into flames. She’d woken up a day later in a convent surrounded by a sea of nuns, thinking she’d died and gone to heaven. She’d been quite relieved on that point, actually, the alternative having been threatened by her father and brother often enough.
    She been confused at