Alex was actually certain of it. He had information no one else in the English camp had. He knew the spy had been in the Roxburgh area a few years ago, as Lamont’s wife, Janet—who’d been posing as a nun—had been the contact.

Unfortunately, narrowing it down to Roxburgh a few years ago didn’t help much, as the Border stronghold had been second only to Berwick as a headquarters for the English army at the time of Edward II’s first campaign. Most of Edward’s commanders—men who would have been in position to hear important information—would have been through Roxburgh at that time, as would the Scot barons in the Borders. Men like Alexander Abernathy, the Umfravilles (both the Earl of Angus and Sir Ingrim), William de Soules, Sir David Brechin, and Sir Adam Gordon.

Gordon. There was another connection that Alex kept coming back to other than that Sir Adam’s nephew had been a Guardsman. One he wished to hell he didn’t know about. Janet’s twin sister, Mary—Sutherland’s wife—had been extremely close to Sir Adam. Alex also knew that Sir Adam secretly had passed on information about making black powder to Sutherland not long before Janet showed up in Roxburgh. Had that been all he’d passed on or was there more?

Alex didn’t want to believe it was possible. Sir Adam was too honorable, too noble to be a spy. He was the last man Alex wanted to suspect.

But when he’d seen the older warrior leave the castle early this morning, Alex had followed him. Alex hadn’t expected it to lead to anything, but Sir Adam had gone to the priory at Coldingham where Lamberton, the Bishop of St. Andrews and one of Bruce’s most loyal compatriots, had been for years.

It could be a coincidence, and something told Alex it was, but he’d been on his way to confront Sir Adam when he’d noticed Joan and her cousins wandering the fair.

He’d been unable to resist. Just like he’d been unable to resist prodding her.

She was still glaring at him when her cousin responded to his offer to accompany them into the shop. It was the same mercery that Joan had been standing in front of before. The lass must like to shop through windows.

“You are very kind, Sir Alex,” Lady Margaret said. “But I’m afraid my cousin is right. We had best get back to the castle.”

“Then allow me to escort you,” Alex said.

“That isn’t—”

“I insist,” Alex said, cutting off Joan with a devilish grin. What was it about the lass that provoked him to wickedness?