He admired his latest son, raging Malcolm; observed Sorcha’s deteriorating condition; and ordered that the wedding be held that same evening. “She’s a strong woman, but I canna be certain she’ll last the night,” he told the twins. “I want her to see ye wed to my laddie, Gruoch MacDuff.” His glance swung to Regan. “Prepare yer sister, lass, as yer mam canna now. I’ll fetch the priest myself.” “Bring water for bathing,” Regan commanded the servants, and when they had obeyed her, she sent them away, saying, “I will tend to my sister alone. Come for us when the MacFhearghuis returns wi’ the priest and the bridegroom, but do not disturb us before then.” “Why did ye send them away?” Gruoch asked her sister curiously when they were alone. “I dinna want anyone to see ye naked lest yer belly, small though it may be, arouse suspicion,” Regan told her. Then she smiled.
