grinning face that mocked him. But Hugh only kicked his horse and bounded forward towards the gate. James could hear him laughing as he galloped through it.
âIs it the Fraser weâre after?â
Red Murdoch, his milk brother and therefore closest friend among the clansmen and one of the ugliest fighters he had ever known; came close up beside him, both horses stretching into a gallop. âIt is,â James shouted. âHe has two men with him. None must escape alive. But theyâve a start on us, Murdoch. Weâll have to ride like the devil to catch up with them before dark.â
âI know a short cut,â Murdoch said. âThereâs a wee path up Ben Mohire which comes down to the main track before it disappears into the moor altogether. We can take the horses up there and weâll be down at the foot of Ben Mohire before the Frasers have ridden around it.â
James shouted to his brothers and they slowed up and took the rough, steep track in the wake of the big redhaired Highlander who urged his sturdy horse along, talking and arguing with it as it stumbled among rocks and potholes. He had killed a dozen men in everything from a brawl over the whisky pots to an ambush in the dark, but he cared for his horse with the tenderness of a woman for her favourite child.
âOch, come on now; youâre a wee clever lassie and youâll get to the top before James Macdonaldâs horse now, and shame the devil out of them all ⦠Come on now, my wee one ⦠yeâll see a fine fight before the day is out, just step lightly and be patient now â¦â
The others followed him in single file, James staring straight ahead, his mind a terrible blank, refusing to think further than the murderous task which lay ahead of him, refusing to imagine that within an hour he was likely to kill the brother of the woman he loved. But the thought and all its implications forced itself upon him and for a moment he weakened and pulled up his horse so violently that it reared and slipped on the treacherous path.
âGently,â Red Murdoch admonished. âItâs a horrible pebbly place this, and even my wee mare goes easy. Another fifteen minutes and weâll be at the top; the descent is noâ so steep as this.â
âWhat are you stopping for?â David Macdonald demanded suddenly. âYou heard our father. Weâre in honour bound to do it. Ride on, James.â In honour bound. Men had died for their honour and killed for it because it distinguished the gentleman from the lowly born. It was possible for a man of ignoble birth to be a liar and a coward or to think of himself and his own happiness in a situation such as this, but it was impossible for one who was a gentleman. Whatever it cost him in terms of Robert Fraserâs life or his own happiness, or Katharineâs grief, James knew what had to be done.
âBe of good cheer,â Hugh called out to him. âDo it properly and sheâll never know it was you ⦠No one can prove it, brother, and if she does find out later sheâll be married, and thereâll be little enough she can do about it then. Come, Murdochâs a hundred yards ahead of us!â
âShe will never forgive me,â James said. âBut that canât stop me now.â
âIf you canât make her fond enough to forget a mere brother, then youâre not the man I thought you,â Hugh mocked. âBesides, heâs a fair fighter, our canny Fraser. Who knows, he might kill you!â
The Red Murdoch glanced back at the sound of Hugh Macdonaldâs laughter. He was a superstitious man and it disturbed him; at Dundrenan it was whispered that the devil himself had got into the bed with Lady Jean and sired that terrible, evil, laughing boy â¦
The light was just beginning to fade when they reached the bottom of Ben Mohire and here James took command, disposing his brothers and Murdoch and the second
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