torture, no matter how foul the prisoner, but his time in the East had taught him that fear could be a greater loosener of tongues than the lash or thumbscrews.
âSee that pouch at my waist?â Duncan asked softly.
The MacGory grunted. âYe going to pay me?â
âSuch fine, pale leather is much prized where Iâve been. This one was fashioned from the skin of a man who stole from me.â Duncan smiled grimly as the manâs eyes widened. âAye. I made him stitch it up for me before I finished him.â
âHis...his own skin?â The MacGoryâs throat worked against the sword. âJesu...â
âTell me what I want to know, and Iâll see you are dead before I carve you up.â
âIvor would kill me if I betrayed him.â
âIâll find out...one way or the other. âTis immaterial to me how long it takes, but by the time Iâm done, youâll be sorry you didnât speak more quickly.â
The MacGory spilled his secrets like the craven brute he was, eager to prey on the weak, yet weak himself. A dozen MacGorys had been given the task of searching the hills outside the valley for some way in. After weeks of painstakingly combing every foot of the countryside, he and Egan had stumbled upon the tunnel. Uncertain where it led, they were exploring when they came upon the old couple gathering the last of the acorns.
âThey said this was Edin Valley, right enough, and told us how far âtwas to the pass at the south end.â
Duncan nodded. If these two had found the tunnel, others might. His mind seethed with plans and counterplans. First he needed to secure his prisoner. Duncan risked a quick glance at the woman. Sheâd pulled her skirts down and huddled against the far wall. âHow are you called, lass?â
âMa-Mairi.â
âIâm Duncan MacLellan.â
âKaraâs knight?â Some of her wariness fled.
âAye. I need to be off, but I canât leave this vermin roaming free. Can you get me a stout rope to bind him with?â
She nodded and scrabbled in a dark corner, coming up with a narrow loop of hemp. Her thin face was pinched with pain, but her hands were steady as she tied Simâs wrists and ankles. âWhat will ye do with him, Duncan?â
âIâllââ
The thud of hooves and babble of excited voices her-aided the arrival of several people in the yard. A big man burst into the hut. His head swung back and forth like a bear at a baiting, then he snarled something at Duncan.
âNay, John!â Mairi leapt on the newcomer, sobbing. ââTis Karaâs Duncan. He saved me from yon bastard.â
Duncan rose slowly. Just as he gained his feet, a body streaked through the doorway and slammed into his.
âDuncan!â Kara cried. âWhen I saw the dead man, I fearedââ
âShh.â He stroked her back and held her close, thanking God she hadnât been with him when heâd come here. âYou were supposed to stay at Stratheas.â
âI couldnât.â She looked up at him, lashes spiky with tears, her eyes brimming with love.
âSee if you can calm Mairi, will you? Iâd best be off to talk with Fergie about what needs doing.â
âYouâve learned something?â At his nod, she wiped the tears from her cheeks. âTell me.â
Duncan hesitated. âWar is menâs business, Kara.â
âSurviving is everyoneâs business.â She looked around at the others who had crowded into the hut. The women were comforting Mairi and her bairns. The men had dragged the MacGory out into the yard and were questioning him none too gently. Lowering her voice, she added, âFergie is not as strong as he was.â
âEoin, then. Iâd speak with him.â
âWhen we are wed, the men of Clan Gleanedin will follow you, but till then, I am Fergieâs heir.â
Duncan glared at her.
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