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of wiry grey hair springing out of an oddly large head over a face that was flushed from drink and made up of small squinting eyes, thin lips, and a slightly bulbous nose. He was also obviously well into his cups. His speech was slurred, and he was swaying like a sapling in a stiff breeze in the larger of the only two chairs at the table. They were the lord’s and lady’s chairs. Everyone else used the benches that ran around the tables. The man he thought was Eachann Stewart presently sat in the chair Alexander had occupied since returning from Tunis. A younger version of the man sat in the smaller chair.
    “Well, lad,” Eachann Stewart said, drawing his gaze back to his face. “Ye see, when we heard ye were returned, we decided to save ye a trip north and bring our Merry to ye, but we kenned she’d noagree. She’d expect ye to collect her all good and proper, ye see. So we fibbed a little to our lass.”
    Alex let his eyebrows rise in question.
    “We told her ye were the one to send fer her,” he explained, and then added slyly, “We knew ye would o’ course. After all, ’tis well past time the two o’ ye were married, and ye wouldn’t be wantin’ anyone thinking ye were trying to avoid the duty.”
    Alex managed not to wince at the accusation in the man’s voice.
    “’Tis understandable if ye were delayin’ as long as ye could,” he went on in a friendly manner. “I ken from yer greeting on our arrival that ye’ve heard Merry’s called the Stewart Shrew, and that name’s no’ likely to make ye eager to claim her, but she isna as bad as all that.”
    Alex was still. He’d heard she was called that, but had never thought to hear her own father bring up the name.
    “’Tis our fault she’s called that,” Eachann added almost regretfully.
    “Aye,” the younger man in the second chair said. He was very similar in looks to his father, but with carrot-colored hair. He also sounded amused rather than regretful as he added, “We gave her the name.”
    “My son Brodie,” Eachann introduced, glaring at his boy, and then he turned to the man on his other side, one who could have been the first’s twin, and introduced him as well. “And this is Gawain.”
    Both younger men nodded, and Alex nodded a bit stiffly back. The brothers were in at least as bad a state as their father. All three were swaying backand forth in their seats almost in time. It made Alex feel like he was on a ship in rough waters.
    “Aye, we did give her the name,” Eachann admitted. “I fear our Merry tends to worry and fret over us. She doesna understand about a man and his drink. Got that from her mother,” he confided. “My Maighread was always disapproving when we had a little whiskey. But that’s the only complaint I have with the girl. She’s a good chit, generally good-natured, and always willing to lend a hand and take care of things,” he assured him, and added, “Why, right now she’s down overseeing the men at practice fer ye because ye were too…er…indisposed to manage the task yerself.”
    The old man grinned. “To be in such a state ye must ha’e been at the end o’ a long celebration. We like to do that oursel’es and understand, but Merry might be a bit testy about it. Ne’er fear, though, she may get angry, but she’ll still tend to anything that needs tending and stand in fer ye where she has to.”
    Alex’s brow puckered at these words. It seemed obvious they had no idea he’d only drunk the whiskey that morning to have a tooth pulled, but believed he’d actually just been drinking for drink’s sake that early. He found the idea, and their easy and cheerful acceptance of such behavior, absolutely deplorable. Alex had met men over the years too fond of their drink. He’d even had a man or two under him take to the problem. The minute he suspected someone of it, he dealt with it by first trying to get the man to stop, and then by releasing the man from his vow to serve under him. He had no