Page 127 of Bride of Mist
“She’s in thedùn mara.”
“What’s that?”
“’Tis a…gaol o’ sorts.”
“What?” Adam exploded, drawing attention from the passersby.
Gellir gave him a chiding cuff on the arm.
“What?” Adam repeated under his breath. “She’s in a gaol? How can she be safe if she’s in a gaol?”
But Gellir’s mind was racing ahead. “Then where’s Dougal?”
“He’s in thedùn maraas well.”
Gellir shook his head. “Well, that’s lovely. ’Tis a good thing we came, Adam.”
“Is that it? Is that the message? My sister is safe? In a gaol?”
“Dougal said he needs your help,” the lass said.
“Does he?” Adam’s sarcasm was as thick as butter.
“What does he want us to do?” Gellir asked.
“Follow me,” she said. “I’ll get ye inside the keep.”
“And then what?” Adam asked. “Will they throw us in the gaol as well?”
Gellir could see Adam’s harsh words were bruising the maid’s feelings. He swatted Adam’s arm to hush him. “What’s Dougal’s plan?”
“He said your army is on its way.”
“Aye.”
“He fears his brother will do somethin’ reckless if Rivenloch attacks.”
“His brother?” Adam asked.
“The Laird o’ mac Darragh,” she said.
“Something reckless?” Gellir said. “Like what?”
Adam’s face darkened. “Like hurtin’ Feiyan.”
The maid nodded.
“So what do we do?” Gellir asked.
“He said ye must steal in,” she said.
“Wearestealing in,” Adam said. “Or at least wewereuntil you hailed us.”
“Your whole army must steal in,” she said.
“Our whole army?” Adam said. “’Tisn’t possible.”
“’Tis,” she said. “If ye follow me. I’ll show ye how.”
