Cein returned to the keep two days after the news and was met by three leagues of men. He smiled grimly. Ah so the gossip did still travel at the speed of the wind in the Highlands. He nodded to the men leading the Hamiltons, Buchannans, and MacBains. The three leaders followed Cien and his men into the keep and sat around the table.
"Hamilton, Buchannan, MacBain. I see you knew to come to me."
"Aye, Cien Fraser. We know of our bonds to you, and have come to reclaim yer lady." Davis MacBain growled out in his raspy voice.
"And kill a few of them damned MacPhearsons. Aye?" Kevin Hamilton grinned.
Cien shook his head. "Aye, kill as many as you wish, but no harm will come to the lady Rose." He paused and looked at the three men. "Understood."
"Aye, Cien. We understand." Harry Buchannan agreed. Of the three commanders there, he trusted Harry the most. He'd fostered with him as a lad. Twas an English tradition, but his father thought it beneficial for him to learn from another Laird as well as he. Cien had never thought it wrong.
"We leave at day break."
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No one had come. I felt the dull ache in my head and was glad no one had come in the last two days. I sat on the small straw pallet next to the cold fireplace and wished against wish that I was back home sitting in my living room watching some episodes of FRIENDS. God, how I missed modern technology.
Instead I pull my legs up to my chest and shiver. At least they could give me some wood to rebuild my fire. But I knew they wouldn't maybe they were too afraid that I would kill them if they came into my chamber. Maybe they were as cowardly as I thought they were. It didn't matter. I was a witch in their eyes. I would die either way.
I shivered again and rested my head on my knees. Maybe I would luck out and get hypothermia and die in my sleep. I smiled a genuine smile. Yeah, that wouldn't be too bad. I mean, I was already colder than I had ever been in my life. Hypothermia wouldn't be to far off. Of course I could get phenomena and die slowly too. I didn't like that idea, obviously.
I started to hum to myself softly, rocking slowly back and forth. I knew I was reaching my mental breaking point. I was cold, exhausted, and ready to die. Yep, my toes were wrapped around that cliff. I thought desperately for a song I loved. There were so many, but my vocal cords found one that it liked and I began to sing softly to myself.