He nodded and settled next to Ranulf and in the next hour as the meal was in preparation, they discussed William and their attained country. “Please, sit, you and your knights may have a meal before you depart, no?”įallon peered at Gavin and Ivan who characteristically had helped themselves to a pitcher of ale with a Ranulf observing them beneath hooded eyes of displeasure. “You have my word, Macaulay, McLeod shall remain unscathed.” he settled into a chair and relaxed as he swept a hand toward the opposing chair. Lechmere chuckled lightly, “”The Fury” is to take a wife? I pity your betrothed.”įallon felt a grin tugging at his lips. “It was arranged by William himself to ensure McLeod’s loyalty.” Why did he feel it necessary to explain this to Lechmere? “With much reluctance, I assure you.” He grumbled. Lechmere blanched, “’The Fury’ is to marry a Saxon?” “His daughter is my betrothed.” He replied with vexation. Lechmere’s eyes narrowed with suspicion, “Why do you defend this Saxon?” Lechmere nodded, “He refuses to give up his land.” “I did not have word of this.” Lechmere said, “You are certain of this?”įallon nodded, “I was informed that McLeod’s land had been attacked, these attacks were supposedly led by you, is that fact?” “McLeod is no longer an enemy of our country. He felt his anger rising as he inhaled a deep breath through his nostrils. “I would think you of all people would not associate with the enemy, Macaulay.” Lechmere’s russet brows drew together with puzzlement, “Saxon McLeod?”
“I am here to speak on the behalf of Lord McLeod.” “You have come to speak of trade?”įallon shook his head. Lechmere was a burly man with a mane of matted red hair and eyes a distinct coffee brown. Gavin and Ivan were eager to settle into a chair but Ranulf hesitated before doing so.
“Get these men a drink.” Lechmere ordered.įallon exchanged a glance with his knights and nodded. “Please, sit and have a drink.” He flicked his fingers to a thin man standing aside. Do what do I owe this honor?” he peered at the three brooding men standing behind Macaulay. “Laird Macaulay, you must forgive the disorderliness of the hall, I was not expecting visitors. He heard the advance of footfalls and turned as his serf entered followed by four large, menacing men, a face in particular revealing a hardened resolve. What reason did ‘The Fury’ have for seeking him? He cleared his throat and dismissed the craftsman, the sword no longer of interest. Lechmere stiffened his face paling at the name. “He says his name is Macaulay.” The serf responded tentatively.
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