The Warning

Its early 1600 and Erica a young girl living in scotland is being forced into a marriage she thinks she doesnt want. At least thats until she meets her fiance Blair Commyn, she is falling in love fast and so is he. But there is a problem, Erica has discovered she has a gift that could lead to her death by the kings order. Her fiance a loyal man of the king is now torn by his love for Erica and his law abbiding behaviour. the question that has to be answered; does he love her. His answer comes when she is taken in a raid by the MacDonald’s to get her back he will have to fight for her. But trouble is looming visions begin to plague Erica of the gun powder plot. Blair a loyal supporter of the king must step up and warn the king stopping him from following his quest for revenge. How can Blair convince the king without implicating himself or setting his lover up for being accused a witch?

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15. A Troubled Night

She sat quietly in her room, she felt weak and she was sweaty and her mouth tasted of bile and vomit. Her morning sickness which had been manageable, with the use of herbal tea, at the beginning had become worse and nothing was helping. She couldn’t keep much food or drink down and worst of all Blair was hovering around terrified for her and trying to help but most of the time he just ended up getting in the way. She had lost a significant amount of weight in the last week and it was scarring her and his constant fretting wasn’t helping.  He wasn’t there now she was alone for a change; he had gone to go get some more paperwork that he could complete there so he could be with her. It was a sweet gesture but it was beginning to make her feel claustrophobic.

 

That night as she lay in her bed asleep she tossed and turned attacked by the vivid sights, sounds and smells that were assaulting her senses. A metallic taste burned her tongue and scalded her throat. The air was thick and heavy as it sank into and clung to her lungs. The dense smoke from the rush lights caused her eyes to sting and water and through her watery eyes she struggled to bring the image into focus. The rush lights and a small lantern were the only sources of light and created small puddles of illumination in what appeared to be a very large stone built cellar. The stacked barrels that could just be discerned out of the corner attributed to her conclusion.

The thin beam of the lantern threw her fiancés face into sharp relief but the rest was hidden in shadow as the rush lights didn’t touch him. However the same couldn’t be said about the other two men whose features and figures were highlighted by the light.

The image shifted and the repugnant smell of urine mixed in with blood and body odour hit her nostrils causing her to gag uncontrollably. The unmistakeable taste of blood hung in the air with the sickly sweet taste of seared flesh and the heavy tang of the torches in the wall sconces throwing light around the room or rather, as she realised, cell. In the centre of the cell sat a rack and on it was a man was strapped. She couldn’t see his face but she knew he was one of the men from the previous image. Nearby stood the other man, his face shadowed and closed and cold, he appeared totally unkempt and the stubble on his face suggested it had been almost a week since he had last shaved and cleaned. Then her fiancés face came into view he too looked unkempt untidy and unhappy. What was happening?

The imaged shifted again this time her fiancé was alone and she was back in that cellar again. He looked as untidy as he had in the last image and his clothes were the same. He stood over one of the barrels but this time the lid was off and the barrel was filled with black powder. She realised with a gasp that it was gunpowder and he was pouring it through his long lean fingers.

She woke shaking all over her breathing choppy and her heart racing. The gorge rose in her throat and she fought hard to keep it down. Eventually she managed to master it and she took a deep breath and another to try and steady herself as she looked around the room in the gloom. Then she turned to try and find her husband’s face lying next to her. His open eyes surprised her as much by the fact they were open as with the tenderness and concern that shimmered out of them.

“Erica, what is the problem? Any time yer sickness stops and ye fall asleep ye wake again shivering and shaking like a wee babe in the cold and ye never tell me what is happening. Ye canae keep this up It isnae good fer ye or the babe” he said his fingers gently brushing her loose hair behind her ears and resting his palm against her cheek. She shivered slightly and pressed his hand closer against her skin “It is the sight. In the dead of night I see these images like watching without being able to speak or hear anything. Ye are in these images and there are two others. There is always one scene in a cellar it very big and made of stone and the architecture is lovely there are barrels stacked high and they are filled with gunpowder. Then there is a scene in a cell of some sort and I once saw a picture at the gallows and one of the men was hung drawn and quartered. Ye were there, ye were stood at the gallows and ye looked in a state of dishevelment. I was also there I could see myself holding a very young babe and I am crying I think it is hard to tell.”

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