Traigh Quotes

“Albert, apparently sensing that Traigh was, at that moment, plotting the different ways in which he’d kill their youngest brother, spoke up. “So will it be a hangin’in store fer Graeme, or do ye just plan on beatin’him half to death?”
Traigh glanced at Albert. “I have no’decided just yet.”
Albert was the most serious of the six MacAulay brothers. He rarely spoke without thinking first, and he was not one to go about chasing lasses like their brothers, Bruce and Albert. Neither was he one to jest frequently. ’Twas also said that Albert was as tightfisted with his money as a bairn is to his mother’s teat. Trying to get money from him was akin to trying to squeeze water from a stone.
“I say we hang him,”Albert said, and not in jest.
Traigh, though sorely tempted, knew ’twas impossible.
“Our mother would have our heads if we hang him.”
Albert thought on it for a moment. “Mayhap one day he will be out ridin’and have a mishap, whereby he falls off a cliff.”
Traigh stared at him for a long while, uncertain if he was jesting or serious. Part of him was afraid to ask. Albert was just as vexed over Graeme’s behavior as Traigh was.
“Remind me never to make ye angry,”he said.
Albert raised a blonde brow. “Ye? Nay, I doubt ye’d ever anger me to the point of murder. Graeme, however, is another matter. I fear he has been so busy with book learnin’that he has fergotten everythin’a MacAulay stands for.”
“Honor above self,”Traigh said.
’Twas the creed all MacAulays lived by.
“Aye,”Albert said. “And right now, I believe he’s puttin’his own feelin’s ahead of everythin’. How anyone can remain angry for so long is beyond me. But then, I have no’had all the book learnin’that Graeme has had. Mayhap he can explain it to us.”Though his voice was laced with sarcasm, there was much truth to what he was saying.
Traigh had to chuckle. “Shall we allow him to explain it before or after we beat him senseless?”
Albert took a moment before answering. “Mayhap before, fer ’twill be difficult to understand him once I knock out a few of his teeth.”
“Again, remind me ne’er to make ye angry, brother.”
Albert shrugged his shoulders before urging his horse to move faster, leaving Traigh to wonder if he should mayhap begin to pray that Albert did not get his hands on Graeme first.”
― Suzan Tisdale, Isle of the Blessed

“Traigh came to help her dismount, a broad smile making creases around his eyes. “I fear ye missed our summer, Joie.”
Her brow drew in with confusion. “But it is summer, Traigh,” she told him.
“Aye, it might well be summer elsewhere in the world, but here, it only last three days. We had our summer last week.”
― Suzan Tisdale, Isle of the Blessed

“She speaks French,” Graeme muttered.
Traigh turned quite serious and nodded his head. “Aye, she be speakin’ French. Mayhap she learned it from listenin’ to ye and yer French friend speakin’ it these past days.” Though his tone sounded serious, there was a decidedly sarcastic undertone to it.
“Ye knew,” Graeme said as he glared angrily at his brother.
Traigh feigned innocence. “Moi?”
Graeme’s glare intensified. “Why did ye no’ tell me? Why did she no’ tell me?”
Traigh smiled thoughtfully and placed a hand on Graeme’s shoulder . “Ye did no’ ask.”
― Suzan Tisdale, Isle of the Blessed

“Traigh began the taunting first. “Pray, tell me brother, be there any truth to these rumors floatin’ about the keep?”
Graeme shot him a look of warning. It didn’t do a bit of good.
“What rumors be those, brother Traigh?” Albert asked, feigning ignorance on the matter.
Traigh crossed his arms over his chest. “Why, the rumors that our brother Graeme has fallen in love with our Joie. So much so that they will be married this verra day.”
Graeme had two choices. He could tell his brothers to shut their mouths and leave him be or he could stand like a man and admit the truth, at least as much of it as he could without looking like a fool.
“Aye,” he said as he stepped toward them. “The rumors be true. I have fallen hopelessly in love with my Joie, and aye, we will be married this verra day. Before the evenin’ meal, in fact.”
Traigh and Albert were momentarily stunned at Graeme’s open admission. But ’twas short-lived. Broad smiles broke out on their faces and soon, they were congratulating him with hugs and heavy slaps on the back.
When the celebrating was over, Traigh asked, “Do ye ken what ye’re to do this night? After the weddin’?”
Graeme’s smile evaporated almost instantly. “If ye utter one unkind, disrespectful word as it pertains to consummation and me wife, I swear, I will beat ye within an inch of yer life.”
Traigh quickly wiped away the smile and attempted to appear serious and fully chastised. “Aye, Albert, he be in love, let there be no doubt.”
― Suzan Tisdale, Isle of the Blessed