"Why is that so important to you?"
"Because I want you to know where your sustenance is coming from. And
your freedom, if you'll help me."
"But why---"
"For the love of God, man, drink! I cannot untie you while I am
holding this. Time enough for talk while we dig the grave..... For
your comrade
, Purceville. I don't intend to kill you. Just remember I've a gun and
sword both, and know how to use them."
Reluctantly Stephen drank, then followed the Highlander's every move
as he untied him.
But if he had harbored any thoughts of attacking him once he was
freed, the painful stiffness of his limbs dispelled them. There was
nothing for it now but to play along, and keep watching for a
chance..... But in spite of all he could not fully submerge a feeling
of relief at being set free, and a raw animal gratitude as they moved
to the kitchen, and he drank his fill of water from the urn.
With the pistol in his hand but not pointed, Michael led him next to
the small, attached toolshed behind the cottage. Pointing inside it to
a shovel, he instructed the Englishman to take it up, then walk ahead
of him slowly to the gravesite of his clan.
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