"I didn't sleep with Brodick," she blurted out. "I have no need for a priest." "Yes, you did too." "Alec, it isn't polite to contradict your elders." "But, Mama..." "Hush, sweetheart." Gillian glared at Brodick. He could easily correct this horrid misunderstanding if he would only offer a quick explanation. He wasn't inclined. He winked at her. "I didn't know a face could get that red," he remarked. "Do explain," she demanded. "Explain what?" he asked, feigning innocence. She turned to Judith. "We were camping...and it isn't what it sounds like...I did sleep, and when I awakened...they were all there..." "They?" Iain asked. "His soldiers." "You slept with his soldiers too?"