Highland Fire by Hannah Howell

Author:Hannah Howell [Howell, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, General, Love Stories, Historical, Man-Woman Relationships, Highlands (Scotland), Scotland - History - 1057-1603
ISBN: 9780821774298
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 1995-01-02T07:00:00+00:00

Tavig cursed as he looked over his shoulder. He tried to keep to the thick wood that slowed his mounted pursuers, but they were still gaining on him. Worse, he was approaching a clearing, and they were blocking his way back into the forest. Once out of the wood, they would easily overrun him.

As he broke through the last of the trees and underbrush into the open land, he cursed again. His gift of foresight had failed him miserably this time. It had given him no warning at all. Intent upon finding some meat for their evening meal, he had practically walked into his enemies’ hands. All his efforts to elude Iver’s dogs were proving useless. He knew that the minute he saw them and they saw him. His only consolation was that Moira and Adair were safe.

Once out into the open field, Iver’s men quickly encircled him. Tavig drew his sword, hoping to take down at least a few of the six well-armed men before they captured him. He had no doubt that he would lose the fight, but he wanted them to pay dearly for their victory.

Wounding two of the men proved so easy Tavig felt his hopes rise. Even as he pulled a third man from his saddle, his brief hope of freedom was brutally extinguished. Before Tavig could get on the riderless horse a burly man slammed into him from behind. Tavig hit the ground hard enough to push all the breath from his body. He had no chance to fight back, a flurry of kicks and punches sending him into a helpless, semiconscious state. Although he hated to give Iver’s men the satisfaction of knowing they had hurt him, he groaned as he was yanked to his feet, one man roughly bringing his hands behind his back. The man standing before him was Andrew MacBain, and Tavig realized he was in the hands of Iver’s mercenaries, men cast out by their own clans who were willing and often eager to do anything for coin.

“Iver will pay us weel for this,” Andrew said, stroking his dirty, tangled beard. “He is offering a handsome sum for ye, Tavig.”

“So I have been told. If ye trust Iver to pay you, ye are a bigger fool than I was.”

“Nay, laddie, dinnae try seeding distrust. We have been duly warned about your clever tongue. Iver will pay us the fee he promised to any mon who brought his murdering cousin to justice.”

“Fine words coming from the mon who wielded the knife.”

“Ye are the only one who kens that aside from Iver and ourselves. Iver daren’t speak the truth, and none of my men will, either. Aye, and ye shouldnae speak of it too often.” He drew his dagger and idly touched its sharp blade. “’Tisnae so rare for a mon to lose his tongue in battle.” After holding Tavig’s gaze for a moment, he resheathed his dagger. “How are the wounded?” he asked the man on his right.

“Their wounds arenae bad, but they need bandaging.

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