In the middle of the night, as all in the MacPhearson keep slept, Cien sent his page out to his men. Be ready at first light, and when everyone gathered in the inner bailey, attack. No reservations except women and children. Frasers never touched the women or children.
Cien paced the hall as everyone started to wake. Serving wenches were setting platters of fruit tarts, oat cakes and fresh ale on the tables. Men were scratching their beards and waking up from a long nights rest.
Cien watched and paced.
Alex clapped him hard on the back and laughed. "So anxious to see the burning cousin?" Cien nodded. "Aye, will cleanse my soul it will." Alex gave him a sideways glance before the commotion at the top of the stairs brought his attention to it.
There she was, in all her glory. The stupid bitch was struggling with the guards, throwing her body into it. He had to hand it to her. She really was making it difficult for the guards to haul her down to her pyre. After her little incident with the dagger, he wasn't about to get close to her. He'd hadn't any contact with her until yesterday when he saw Cien with her.
She was clean now, her hair light and flowing against her face as she struggled. He wished it didn't have to be this way. She would have been feisty in bed. With a sad shake of his head and a sigh, he grew tired of watching the soldiers struggle. "Haul the bitch down!"
His shout was followed by others. They all gathered behind Alex and Cien, watching the guards struggle with her. They finally got her down the stairs and dragged her kicking and screaming past Cien and himself. Her face was red and her breath was coming in ragged pants.
