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free?” asked one and Heming recognized
the voice as the one named Fergus.
    “If
she can, aye,” said the man Colin.
    “But
ye dinnae think she can, do ye?”
    “I
cannae say. It willnae be easy to get us out of here and she is just a wee
lass. Aye, and one who has lived here and been cared for all her life. Weel,
until that bastard showed up and sat his arse in the laird’s chair. She will
want to and, if I recall right from when she was a bairn, she can be a stubborn
lass. Just dinnae feel too unkindly toward her if she cannae do it.”
    “Och,
nay, I wouldnae. As ye say, she is just a wee lass. But, if we do get free what
shall we do? We cannae stay here yet what about the rest of the family?”
    “We
will get word to them to get away if they fear they may be in danger. S’truth,
I dinnae think they will be. We really didnae commit any crime and we have been
punished for the one that bastard tries to say we committed. That should be the
end of it yet he keeps us here. I still think it may be to feed that beastie in
the cage. Weel, the laird cannae say that, can he. I think he willnae be so
verra concerned about us escaping. He will be too busy trying to get MacNachton
back and mayhap Peter as weel, if the mistress can find him and he still lives.”
    Fergus
cursed. “The old laird was such a good mon. How could he leave us with this
bastard as his heir?”
    “He
couldnae make Mistress Brona the laird, could he? I like to think the mon
didnae really ken what sort of mon Hervey Kerr is, e’en if that makes the old
laird sound a bit of a fool.”
    Obviously
Hervey Kerr was not the usual sort amongst the Kerrs of Rosscurrach, thought
Heming. If he ever did reach his kinsmen he would have to make it clear that it
was Hervey Kerr and his first who were their enemies. Them and a few of Hervey’s
men. For all that he ached to avenge this treatment at Hervey’s hands, he could
not allow the innocent to be caught up in that.
    “Sweet
Jesu, Colin, I hope she does get us out of here and soon. I dinnae want to be
dragged afore that demon and have my soul eaten.”
    Heming
inwardly cursed. A beastie and a demon that ate souls. It was obvious the two
men did not share Mistress Brona’s doubt concerning the claims about him and
his clan. If there was a rescue, he might not be invited along, especially if
the decision was left up to those two.
    “Weel,
thinking it all o’er I am nay certain he is a demon. Mistress Brona is right.
Where is his power if he is a demon, eh? Why hasnae he sent those bastards
straight to hell? If ye heed all the Godly men say then that mon down there
shouldnae be just setting in that cage letting them torture him every night. He
would be ripping those bars apart and killing the men who think themselves so
strong they can torture one of the devil’s minions. Aye, and e’en if he stayed
a wee while, letting the laird and his men stain their souls nice and black by
their own actions, wouldnae he be trying to woo us into sinning? Into giving
him our souls?”
    “I
heard them say he is bound by silver chains and in an iron cage. Mayhap that is
what has trapped him.”
    Colin’s
heavy sigh echoed through the dungeon. “Och, I dinnae ken, Fergus. I just
dinnae ken what to think. I saw Peter. I heard the laird say the mon or whate’er
he is drank poor Peter’s blood and it healed his wounds. Yet a part of me
thinks that, if a mon like our laird can capture and torment a demon, then why
are we all told to be so afraid of them? Our laird is no a great warrior.”
    “Aye,
true enough. Yet what mon drinks another mon’s blood, Colin?”
    “A
verra thirsty one?”
    Heming
was almost able to smile as the two men laughed. Unlike so many others Colin
was at least trying to reason out what he had seen and heard. Too many heeded
the dark tales about his clan and ne’er searched for the truth, simply hated
and feared them. It was a shame that Colin’s ability to hesitate before hating
would do him