Page 86 of The Torment of a Scottish Warrior
“I’ll ask again. Where is that couple, K?”
“I don’t know who you are talking about.” The arrogance on his face was so glaring that he was making everything easy. Everyone hated the man who’d caused so much heartbreak on Mull.
“Sloan?”
“I give mine to Dyna.”
“I do the same,” Meg said.
Thane said, “I also give my just due to Dyna or Merryn.”
An arrow flew out and caught Kelvan in his upper thigh. He screamed, hopping on his other foot.
“Gwynie, I didn’t give you just due yet.”
“I couldn’t help myself, Logan. He’s such a dark soul.” Then she moved her horse back. “Dyna and Merryn.”
“Maitland?”
“I give just due to Dyna.”
“Magni,” Logan said, waving to his grandson. “Please stand right over there. Do you see that boy in front of you? Where are his parents?”
“I don’t know, I tell you!”
“Dyna?”
The arrow flew so fast, K never saw it coming, but it went over his head because he ducked. Then Dyna ran forward and knocked him down, yanking the other arrow out of his thigh, tossing it aside, and punching him with her fist until Connor lifted her. “Enough, lass.”
Dyna burst into tears. “My bairns. You tried to hurt my bairns.” She gave one last kick to his belly before she walked away.
Alaric and Connor lifted him to his feet, but he continued to complain. “I cannot walk!” He spit a tooth off to the side.
Logan asked again, “Where are they? The lad’s parents.”
Kelvan hung his head, his knees buckling while he struggled to stand. “In the tunnel to the left.”
Logan pointed to the men closest. “Alaric and Broc, take Magni with you.”
Lia said, “I’ll go too!” Now they understood why Lia stood by the staircase. She’d been waiting patiently for this.
“Go with them, Lia.”
Broc waited for Magni to join him, surprised when Magni reached up to take his hand. He whispered, “Promise not to leave me in there? It looks dark.”
“I promise. Alaric and I will protect you.”
“And I will always protect you, Magni,” Lia added, taking his other hand.
The four headed into the tunnel, taking the passageway to the left, opening one door, then another, and finally the last one.
Magni said, “You go in. I’m scared, Broc.”
“I’ll go for you, lad.” Broc opened the door and there, sitting on two stools, were a man with gray hair and a woman with her hair tied back in a loose plait. Their eyes lit up when they saw the door open, though they cringed at first. A boy of around ten lay on a pallet in front of them, asleep.
Broc said, “I’m not here to hurt you. Do you know a boy named Magni?”
The man nodded but said nothing, his eyes hopeful. Broc turned around, “Come on in, Magni.”
