If you wish her to remain so, you had best tell me what I
want to know."
"Please, sir, I beg you. Just tell me what it is you want. I'll give
you anything I have, but please, spare the girl. She's a poor,
helpless creature, alone but for the two of us. We've done nothing
wrong, I swear it."
"Well," he replied more calmly. "At least you have a bit of sense."
But if she had meant to turn aside his interest in the girl by calling
her helpless, and alone in the world, her understanding of men (at
least that kind of man) had failed her badly. He began to pace
eagerly, his hands behind his back, speaking with the aggressive
assurance of one accustomed to having his own way. And for all her
fear and agitation, she could not help but notice that he was also
terribly handsome.
"This is what I want from you, for now. A small group of war prisoners
(in truth it was closer to a hundred) have escaped from the hold at
Edinburgh, the last, effectively speaking, of your would-be prince's
Highland rabble. Our information is that they have since split up into
smaller bands, each heading for their respective homeland.
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