He heard her and when she came back and stood behind him, he didn't bother to turn around. "Go to the loch and wash."
She clicked her tongue in disgust and spoke in Gaelic, "You sound just like a husband." She planned to go wash anyway, but she had a thing or two to tell him on the way -- in English. "You are a stubborn, mule-headed, horse's rear end and the biggest lame brained man I have ever seen."
He had to walk quickly into the forest so she wouldn't see him laugh.
At the MacGreagor hold, the sun was almost down. Connor put Kenna on a horse and handed her a bundle filled with Charlet's belongings. "Keep your head down. Let them think you are too unhappy to look at anyone." She nodded and he mounted his horse.
He noticed a few people were starting to come down the path and knew he needed to hurry. He urged his horse to gallop and as soon as they were across the drawbridge, the guards began to raise it. Once they were out of view, he turned their horses into the forest and took the long way around until they were behind the Keep and not too far away from the hidden door in the wall.
"We will rest here. It must be very dark before you go back in." He suddenly thought of something. "Do you know how to swim?"
"Of course I do."
"Good. Kevin will be waiting on the other side of the moat to take you back inside," Connor said.
"What will you do?"
"I will go back around and enter over the bridge. The guards will lower it, lads will come out to see what is happening and they will realize Charlet did not come back with me."
"Will they ask where she has gone?"
"They might, but Kevin knows how to silence them without answering. Try not to worry, all will be well."
"I only worry about one thing; someone might take me thinking I am Charlet."
"We will not let that happen."