clan had been massacred in the night and
he, their laird, was nowhere to be found. He had let them down
within hours of becoming their new leader and now it was up to him
to do whatever possible to redeem their trust and take back his
land.
Camden had an unnerving feeling from
the moment Malcolm MacKay had offered the beautiful bride to his
father. Now he was witness to the devastating consequence of their
deception. It took everything in the warrior to keep silent and
hidden in the hills. Quickly assessing the situation, Camden
figured he and his men were outnumbered by at least thirty men to
one. Even as great of a fighter as he was, the laird knew it would
be nearly impossible to go to battle. He did not know how many
other MacKay men were not visible to him.
The crestfallen warrior made a soft
bird call to alert his men in the surrounding area and then he
hesitantly retreated away from the horrific scene. The men raced
back to where they had camped the night before to keep hidden from
the MacKay men that were certainly looking for them. The laird flew
from his mount, raced to the sea and fell to his knees. Camden
splashed cold water to his face and tried to rid the nausea that
overwhelmed his body.
He thanked God out loud as he realized
his older sister Maggie and her husband Ian had traveled to the
isles where Ian’s father lived. She was not on the Sinclair land
and was presently safe from danger. Camden’s father was dead and he
wondered exactly who had done the killing. He knew he would have to
mourn for the man later because now, the giant defender needed to
create a plan to save his people and secure the Sinclair land and
riches once again.
As soon as he had composed himself
enough to speak, Camden ordered his men to huddle closely as he
weighed all his options out loud.
“ Stephan, ride to the isles
and find Maggie and Ian. You must warn them to stay far from the
Sinclair land until I send word again. Tell her our father is
dead,” Camden said without emotion.
All six of Camden’s faithful men were
physically built as he was and they could easily ride alone, for
the sheer size of them scared most people away. They all had
massive stallions to carry the mighty warriors and when they rode
together behind Camden, it was truly a magnificent sight. These men
were trained to fight together as a team and their bond was closer
than brothers. They all nodded to one another and Stephan mounted
his horse quickly to leave and fulfill his laird’s
orders.
“ Laird, we need more men. We
cannot fight the numbers for I fear the innocent will suffer if we
do,” Keith said.
“ Aye, if we go in there, the
bastards will surely start killing everyone just to distract us,”
Broderick pointed out.
“ The Sutherlands will join
us for sure Laird, we just need ask them,” Travis volunteered
knowing his relatives would gladly help right this horrible
wrong.
“ Travis your family is noble
and surely they would fight but I do not think we would have enough
men even with their help. I know our Laird and he would not risk
the Sutherlands losing their land too,” Broderick answered the
youngest warrior.
Camden rubbed his large hands over his
face and as he listened to his men. He knew of only one sure way to
secure enough men and he hoped King James would agree.
“ We need to go to
Edinburgh,” Camden said.
“ For what purpose Laird?”
Travis questioned.
“ Aye, are you certain this
is the only way? We don’t know the men,” Broderick
asked.
Camden was grateful to have a man like
Broderick always by his side. The warrior was a fierce combatant
and his mind was brilliant. He seemed to know exactly what Camden
was thinking before any of the others and that was why he was
Camden’s first in command.
“ I am not certain of
anything Broderick but right now I see it as the only possibility,”
the laird answered.
“ Can you tell us what you
are planning?” Liam asked.
“ We need to secure the
lawless men of
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