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when you die, Quinlan, not you.”
    The boy stopped struggling and even tried to help.
    Connor desperately wanted to go back again and again to search for more, but the enemy had decided to return before nightfall, and even now he could see the shadows their horses made on the rise below. He knew he couldn’t chance being discovered. He still needed enough time to remove the trail he’d made. He immediately set about doing just that, and once he was satisfied the three he’d hidden away would not be found, he promised to bring help and ordered them to stay alive.
    He was finally ready to do his father’s bidding. He rode his faithful mount half the distance to Kincaid land, but when he reached the steep ledges, he left the horse behind and climbed over the rock so that he could shorten the way.
    Once he reached the flats again, he began to run. He moved over the land with the speed of a young buck for short spurts, and when exhaustion made his legs too weak to continue the grueling pace, he used his father’s sword and scabbard as his cane and slowed to a walk until he was able to regain his strength again. He wasn’t very strong yet, but his determination was that often grown men. He would not fail his father.
    Connor felt nothing now, not the cold or the pain or the terrible loss. His mind was focused on one thought. He had to get to Alec Kincaid. Pledging his loyalty to the laird was the first step he must take to fulfill his father’s wishes, and Connor wouldn’t let anyone or anything stop him.
    He lost track of time, and darkness was fast approaching. The sky was bright now with hundreds of orange streaks from the sun’s too-quick descent behind the twin peaks directly ahead of him, but in a few minutes, those brilliant banners would also be gone. His desperation mounted with each step he took. He had to reach Kincaid before night closed in on him because he knew he would never be able to find his way in the dark. If he continued in darkness, he ran the risk of going in circles, or worse, backtracking the distance he’d already covered.
    He could not fail. He started running again. He thought he was close to the border between his father’s land and Kincaid’s, yet he couldn’t be absolutely certain. And then he heard shouts to halt from soldiers running toward him, but in his confusion he thought the enemy had chased him down and meant to kill him before he could keep his promises to his father. He staggered on until he couldn’t take another step.
    Dear God, he’d failed. He hadn’t even begun yet and now he had failed. Kincaid was the beginning of his future, but Connor wasn’t even strong enough to get to him.
    â€œCan you speak, lad? Can you tell us what happened to you? You’re covered in blood.”
    The soldiers surrounding him were all wearing Kincaid’s colors. As that fact registered in Connor’s mind, his legs gave out, and he went down hard on his knees. He wanted to close his eyes for just a moment, but he didn’t dare. Not yet. He couldn’t sleep until he had spoken to Kincaid. He needed to tell him what happened. . . . He could trust him. . .. He must . . .
    He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and then took a deep breath, threw back his head, and shouted, “Take me to my brother.”
    â€œWho is your brother, lad?” one of the sentries asked.
    â€œBy my father’s command, from this day forward Alec Kincaid is my brother. He will not deny me.”
    It was all right to close his eyes now. He had fulfilled the first of his father’s demands. The rest would come as soon as he had spoken to Kincaid. He would tell him where he’d hidden the injured soldiers, command that he go and get them . . . and he would tell his brother so much more . . .
    Connor’s last thought before he lost consciousness gave him peace. His father would be avenged.
    And so it began.

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