“When the lass was lost and terrified and alone, she protected me instead of herself. “Women are no’ all trollops, Evander,” Lachlan told him. “No, my lord.” Insulting the wench would only annoy the laird, so he spoke of what he knew. “The truth.”Įvander narrowed his eyes, but it was a time for truth. “If she were a man with the same power, would you wish her gone?” Lachlan held up his hand before Evander could reply. If she were to set fire to the castle, while everyone was abed…cannae you see? She has to go, and go now.” I am charged with protecting Dun Aran, not only for you, my lord, but for the clan. It grieves you that I did, and for that I am sorry.” He watched the laird’s expression. By the time they bring up dark blood you’re all but half-dead yourself.” Absently he ran his fingers along the swirls of the serpent carving in the tribe stone. “My father had no patience for it, but white plague is maddening. “As a boy that war master tended to the herds by day,” Lachlan said, “and mother and sister by night.” Lachlan searched the horizon. “I’ve always wondered,” Evander said, “how does a war master like you come to ken so much about healing?” Although he didn’t often agree with the laird, Evander respected the big man. Remembering his own brutal death was all that came to Evander here. He often came to the spot to sit and look out over the dark waters that held so many secrets. Standing in the place where their first lives had ended never seemed to disturb Lachlan.
“Walk with me.”Įvander accompanied the laird out of the stables and down to the loch, where they halted at a spot between two massive tribe stones by the hot spring vent. “She’s no’ to be taken out again until she heals.” Lachlan regarded Evander. “Wash it gently, and then use that honey and stanch weed salve,” the laird told the mortal. He gritted his teeth as he tried to be polite. He and a mortal stable hand were examining a gash on the mare’s right flank. He found Lachlan in a stall with one of the clan’s muscular, gray Eriskay pack ponies. Once he felt he had his temper properly confined, he headed for the stables. As more Uthars joined them Neac turned his attention to his tribesmen, and what weapons and armor they had that were in need of repair after the battle with the undead.Įvander slipped away unnoticed, and spent some time pacing the long curtain wall walk between the promontory towers.
The potent, cloying taste of the spicy brew made Evander grimace, but he drank it down while he listened to the chieftain’s idle speculations. The druids are proof of that, or we’d no’ be here in the Black Cuillin.” She has claim on him now, too, and I’ve never ken a McDonnel to ignore a life debt. “The laird wants her, and no’ just for those torch-hands of hers.
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