A Highland Pearl (Highland Treasures Book 1) by Taylor Brenda B

Author:Taylor, Brenda B. [Taylor, Brenda B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bethabara Press
Published: 2014-12-02T08:00:00+00:00

“My, my, what have we here? Seems we captured a prize, lads. None other than the chief of Clan Munro, the Black Falcon of Ferindonald.” The man with a full red beard streaked with grey leaned his head back and roared with laughter, then bent forward to slap his thighs. The others joined his hearty mirth. “Let’s see you fly out of this one, Black Falcon.” He slapped enormous thighs once more and laughed even louder.

Colin’s mouth hung open. He started to stand, but Andrew put a hand on the lad’s arm. Andrew looked ahead and remained seated. “Hello, Hugh. Pleased to bring so much amusement to you and your friends.”

“You could stand and give me the respect I require, Munro. After all, we did best you in a fair fight.” The MacKenzie chief put his hands on his hips.

“You call burning my village a fair fight, MacKenzie? Were your friends part of that crime also?” Andrew’s hand pointed to the other three men. His voice rose in angst.

“Had to be done, Munro. Only way we could get you or the tanist away from Fàrdach. We were hoping to capture your brother, but got the prize instead.” The big man laughed again, along with the other three.

“You could have killed one of the villagers.”

“Nae, peasants are hearty people. We set the fire slowly so they could escape. Stand up and face me if you want the terms of your release.” The MacKenzie’s voice took on a tone of authority and impatience.

Andrew rose to his feet with great effort. Colin followed and stood beside his chief, ready to assist if needed. Andrew looked into the faces of his captors. He nodded toward them. “Hugh, Ewin, Bryson. Sorry I dinna ken the fellow with you.”

“’Tis my brother, Charles Cameron,” Ewin Cameron said.

Although somewhat shorter and stockier than his brother, the man with fair, shoulder-length hair mixed with grey and piercing blue eyes held a resemblance to the chief of Clan Cameron. Andrew knew him to be Cameron kin before Ewin spoke.

“Aye, so ‘tis. I see the family resemblance, beady eyes and all.” Andrew couldn’t help but smile at the man.

Charles Cameron moved forward. “Now look, Munro. If you wish to get ugly, I can oblige you.”

“Hold off, Charlie.” Ewin caught his brother’s arm. “We have the Munro just where we want him. He’ll be more miserable shortly.” Ewin smiled, showing large yellow teeth.

Andrew felt sure Colin and he would be the objects of their amusement all too soon. The rat ran across Charles Cameron’s foot. Cameron jumped and cursed, causing all eyes to follow the creature as it ran back into Andrew’s cell and scurried under the straw with the other vermin.

Hugh MacKenzie laughed again. The others, except for Charles, joined him in the hilarity. “Best make friends with the rats and other vermin in your cell, Munro. You’ll be keeping them company for awhile.”

Andrew grabbed the cell’s bars. “What are you demanding of my people, MacKenzie?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. Something of great value you can be sure.

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