The Border Bride by Elizabeth English

Author:Elizabeth English
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2014-10-11T21:00:00+00:00

"Alistair!" Malcolm cried breathlessly. "Alistair, ye must come at once—"

A dozen men lay at their ease on the grass, a plaid spread between them. Alistair shook a pair of dice in his hand, gesturing toward a pile of coins before him. "Not now, Malcolm," he said. "My luck's in."

"But ye have to come! It's the McLarans—they were botherin' my aunt in the high moor—"

One man started to rise, but Alistair stilled him with a wave of his hand. "They won't hurt her," he said, tossing the dice and smiling at the result.

"But Alistair—there are eight o' them at least—all drunk—and I could only find my uncle Jemmy and Conal—"

"Och, then, what's the trouble?" Alistair asked. "Jemmy's a braw fighter. Sure and he can take eight McLarans by himself. Now stop worryin', it'll all sort itself out." He reached back and took Malcolm's wrist, drawing him forward. "Sit down and throw for me—I'll share the winnings wi' ye, lad, and—"

He sat up, grasping Malcolm's chin and turning the boy's face to his, staring at the blood still dripping from his nose. "Where did ye get that?"

"One o' the McLarans," Malcolm sniffed, wiping one hand across his face. "I tried to stop them but—"

"They laid hands on you?" Alistair leaped to his feet in one fluid motion. "Come on, lads," he cried. "To me! A Kirallen!"

From all corners of the moor the cry was answered. "A Kirallen!" a dozen voices roared back, and a moment later they were running up the slope.

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