“What dae ye
want, ya wee Sassenachs?” asked one of the guards when Borium and Truman arrived
at Lord MacBlach’s.
“My dear
man, please refrain from drawing your sword,” responded Borium. “We have an
urgent matter to discuss with the lord.”
“What makes
ye think that he wants tae see you? Tell me what it’s aboot an’ ah might let ye
through.”
“I’m afraid
that it’s something I cannot discuss. It’s a private matter between the lord
and us.”
“Yer reason
better be good. The laird is in a rotten mood.”
“I wouldn’t
fear,” said Truman. “What we have to say he’ll definitely want to hear.”
“Aye, we’ll
see. Wait here the noo an’ ah’ll see if he’s free.”
It didn’t
take long for the guard to reappear
“Whatever ye
have tae, he’s prepared tae hear,” he told them. “Don’t speak until he speaks
tae you. Is that clear?”
Borium and
Truman nodded in understanding
“Good, first
door tae the left at the top o’ the landin’.”
They walked
up the stairs and knocked on the door
“Come in!”
they heard Laird MacBlach roar.
Both
immediately entered and knelt on the floor
MacBlach
eyed them with disdain. “Ah never thought ah’d be seein’ you two again.”
Borium
immediately tried to regain the words from Blaine
“Well, what
dae ye want tae say?” MacBlach asked them. “Speak, ah havnae got aw bloody
day!”
“Sir, we’re
here about the unfortunate death of Hamish MacCann,” replied Borium. “We are
here to inform you that you killed the wrong man.”
“So, it wis
Deplorium that robbed me. Am ah right?”
“Yes, sir,”
replied Truman. “And he’s planning to do it again this very night.”
“That crafty
wee...”
“Yes, sir.
He’s vile and corrupted,” Borium interrupted.
“Or maybe
this is some kind o’ trick,” said MacBlach as he raised his sword. “Tell me the
truth or ah’ll cut off yer…”
“It’s the
truth!” cried Borium before he became physically sick.
“Good, noo
tell me his plan. It’s time ah got rid o’ that despicable man.”
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