The Pocket Watch(14)

By: Ceci Giltenan

Logan could scarcely believe it. “Ye remember nothing? When were ye going to mention this?” He had trouble keeping the irritation out of his voice, for which he was immediately sorry, because she took a step backwards, appearing frightened.

Margaret shrugged slightly. “Ye were rightly upset with me and I didn’t want to make things worse. I-I thought it must have been from hitting my head and my memory would come back when my head cleared.” Her expression was guileless. “But since it hasn’t, would ye mind telling me yer name?”

“I’m Logan Carr.” Logan had known something was amiss. This explained her odd behavior. It was almost amusing; she had forgotten to be unpleasant. “This is my mother, Lady Davina Carr and ye are Lady Margaret Grant.”

After his mother recovered from her momentary shock, she took charge in her usual efficient style. “Logan, send Bearnas up when she gets here.” She reached out and took one of Margaret’s hands. “Margaret, dear, I’ll show ye to yer room. Don’t worry, lass, we’ll sort this out.”

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Lady Carr led Maggie to a wide staircase which curved upward and narrowed considerably the higher it went. They climbed two levels before she stepped into a hallway. Margaret’s chamber was halfway down the hall. When she walked into the room she could scarcely take it in. A bed with a beautifully carved headboard stood against one wall. But instead of four posts holding a canopy like pictures she had seen, the canopy, with rails holding heavy woolen curtains, was suspended from the ceiling. Large tapestries adorned the walls. The room also held a massive wardrobe, several chairs, a washstand and a large chest.

Maggie walked towards the bed. She ran her fingers reverently over the carving and across the thick, soft wool bed covering. She turned to Lady Carr. “It’s beautiful.”

Lady Carr cocked her head to one side with a puzzled expression. “Aye, I’ve always thought so. I’m glad ye like it.” She smiled. “Now, let me help ye remove yer outer garment. I think ye should lie down.”

“Aye, I think ye’re right, but ye needn’t help me undress.” Maggie looked down at the dress and realized there were no buttons or any other fastenings that she could see. She tried to look over her shoulder, but the pain in her ribs prevented her from twisting far, so she couldn’t figure out how to remove the dress. She cast a sheepish glance at Lady Carr who looked amused. “Uh, I guess I do need yer help.”

“Certainly, dear.” Lady Carr moved behind her. “The laces are in the back.”

After Lady Carr helped her out of the dress Maggie became aware of the watch chain hanging around her neck under the loose-fitting, white silk garment she still wore. Just as Gertrude had said, the watch came with her. She would have to find a place to hide it as it might seem odd to them if they saw it. But for now, she left it under her clothes and climbed into the bed.

Lady Carr put the dress away before returning to stand by the bed. She brushed a stray hair off of Maggie’s forehead, reminding Maggie so poignantly of her own mother, tears welled in her eyes.

“Oh, sweetling, are ye in pain?”

“Nay. I mean, a little, but…” Maggie scrambled for something to say. She couldn’t very well say she missed her mother.

“I know it must be terribly frightening, lass. But I’m sure ye’ll start remembering things soon.”

Good. Lady Carr had provided her own explanation for the tears.

A knock sounded at the door, “Come in,” called Lady Carr.

A white haired woman carrying a leather satchel entered. “My lady, I understand Lady Margaret has had an accident.”

“Aye Bearnas. She was thrown from her horse. Margaret, this is Bearnas. She is one of Clan Carr’s healers.”

“We’ve met, my lady,” said Bearnas. Her tone of voice suggested that Bearnas wasn’t too happy about that fact.

“Bearnas, Lady Margaret has broken ribs, but perhaps more distressing, she hit her head and is having trouble remembering things.”

Bearnas’ eyes widened in surprise. “Well, let’s see what’s what then.” She proceeded to examine Maggie, arriving at the same conclusion Maggie herself had. “Aye, yer back is bruised and I’ll warrant ye have at least two broken ribs. I’ll give ye a willow bark infusion for the pain but they will heal with time and rest.”