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FOREWORD
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Prologue
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Cate had been at the river fishing when shed heard the
sound of horses. It was the number that made the hair at
the back of her neck stand up. In their small, isolated village tucked into the forested hills on the outskirts of
Lochmaben, they had few visitors. In these dangerous
times, with the outlaw Earl of Carrick (King Robert, as
hed crowned himself) recently returned to Scotland after
being forced to flee the year before, so many riders could
be only one thing: bad. It was either more of Bruces men
seeking refuge in the outlaw kings ancestral lands
putting the small village of mostly women and children in
more dangeror worse, the English soldiers whod garrisoned the nearby Bruce stronghold of Lochmaben and
were turning over every stone and village looking for the
outlaws or the rebels who gave them aid.
She didnt bother with her net or fishing line (or her
shoes, which shed removed and left on the bank); she just
ran. Fear had taken over, with the stories of the fresh wave
of English terror racing through her mind. Men drawn
apart by horses, women raped, children beaten, cottages
ransacked and burned, all in the effort to make neighbor
turn on neighbor. To find the rebels and punish them. Cate
had no love for King Robert, but even he was preferable
to their English overlords.
God help them, if the English ever learned her village
had given shelter to the handful of Bruces men whod survived a massacre a few weeks ago at Loch Ryan. Cate had
warned her motherto whom the other women deferred
not to do it, but Helen of Lochmaben would not be dissuaded. It was their duty, shed said; even dispossessed, the
outlaw king was their lord.
Cate was halfway back to the village when she heard the
first scream. Her heart leapt in panic, and she shot forward through the trees and brush, heedless of the branches
scratching her cheeks or the stones digging into her bare
feet. While fishing shed tied the skirts of her kirtle around
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There! Finally, she spotted the small cottage that she had
shared with her mother and her stepfatherher second
until hed been killed last summer. If any breath had been
left in Cates lungs, she would have heaved a sigh of relief.
Unlike the other wattle-and-daub cottages, there were
no soldiers swarming around it. It was eerily quiet. Thank
God, shed reached her mother in time.
A scream pierced the illusion of peace like a dagger. Her
heart froze in sheer terror. Though shed never heard her
mother make a sound like that, instinctively she knew it
was her.
Cate might be only fifteen, but she had seen enough of
war and English atrocities to have her mind immediately
fill with ghastly images. But she pushed them forcefully
away. Dont think about it. The scream means she is still
alive. That is all that matters.
It was all Cate focused on as she crept toward the cottage, at any moment expecting men to burst forth and capture her. Her heart had stopped beating, and she seemed to
barely be breathing, as she circled around back.
No, please! The terrified, pleading voice of her mother
stopped Cate cold. Please dont hurt my baby.
Cate bit her lip to prevent the sob that gurgled up the
back of her throat from escaping. Her mother was more
than eight months pregnant with her dead stepfathers
child. Her second child, which shed had to wait over fifteen years to conceive. Between Cate and her mother, it
was hard to tell who was more excited about the new baby.
A brother or a sister, Cate didnt care. She would finally
have a sibling.
Please dont hurt them.
Crawling over the fence that penned in the few animals
they had lefta pig, an old goat, a few hens, and one mean
cockerelshe looked around for a better weapon than the
small knife she carried in the belt at her waist to gut the
fish. From the few farm instruments stacked near the back
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I hit him with the hoe, but I missed, and then he...
Tears glimmered in the big brown eyes that dominated
her small face. She was a cute little thing (even beneath
the dirt) with a wide mouth, slightly upturned nose, softly
pointed chin, and dark hair and brows to match her
eyes. He killed her. It was my fault. He killed her because
of me.
Gregors voice turned hard as he shook her by the shoulders and forced her to heed him. It was not your fault,
he said in a voice that brooked no argumentmuch like
MacLeod had spoken to MacLean and Lamont earlier.
You fought back and gave her a chance no one else in this
village had.
But I wasnt strong enough.
You were strong enough to try, and thats what counts.
Fighting isnt just about physical strength. Quickness and
knowing where to strike can compensate for size.
She eyed him skeptically. But Im a girl.
He mocked disbelief. I must have been confused by the
breeches.
A fiery blush stole up her cheeks. I just wear those
sometimes to make it easier to move around. She paused
and looked at him. Do you really think I could learn to
defend myself?
He nodded, guessing the direction of her thoughtsto
prevent a man from doing what had been done to her
mother. Im certain of it.
Her dark brows gathered across her nose, and her mouth
screwed down tightly in an expression that was oddly
fierce. Then Ill do it. Will you teach me?
Ah hell. He looked to his companions for help, but they
gave him a look that told him hed gotten himself into this.
Please, she begged. Cant you take me with you? Ive
nowhere else to go.
She looked up at him with such hope in her eyes, he in-
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Highland Guard, no one was better at eliminating key targets in advance of an attack than Gregor. Targets. Thats
how he had to think of them. An obstacle in between him
and his objective that needed to be eliminated to achieve
victory. And there had been plenty of obstacles over the
past seven years.
But they were making progressreal progressand the
victory over the English that most had thought impossible
was inching closer to reality. Since returning to Scotland
from the Western Isles, where Bruce and those loyal to him
had been forced to flee six years ago, the king had made
steady gains in wresting his kingdom from English occupation. Hed defeated his own countrymen to take control
of the North; Robbie Boyd, along with James Douglas and
Thomas Randolph, had a firm grip on the lawless Borders;
and the isolated former Celtic kingdom of Galloway was
about to fall to the kings only remaining brother, Edward
Bruce.
All that were left were the English garrisons entrenched
in Scotlands castles, and one by one those were falling
to Bruce as well. But none would be more important
than Berwick Castle. The impenetrable stronghold in the
Scottish or English Marches (depending on who currently
had control) had seen more than its share of this war and
had served as the English kings headquarters on his previous campaigns. Taking it would bring them one stepone
big step
closer to victory. But without siege engines,
Bruce and his men had to rely on more inventive methods.
Like the grappling-hook-and-rope ladders two of Gregors
fellow members of the Highland Guard were waiting to
toss over the wall, as soon as he cleared the battlements of
the enemy.
Gregor peered into the darkness, scanning the wall patiently, his pulse slow and steady. There had been three
soldiers patrolling this section of the wall. Where was the
third?
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to speak of, but it could have raised the dead with that
bark.
It was a bit of bad luck, thats all, MacRuairi interjected.
If Gregor needed any more proof of how badly hed
erred, the fact that a mean bastard like Lachlan MacRuairi
was trying to cover for him said it all.
I didnt think any of you fell prey to something so
human as bad luck? the king said with a wry turn of his
mouth.
It wasnt bad luck, Gregor corrected. It was my fault.
I hesitated.
Bruce lifted a brow. To shoot a dog?
Gregor gritted his teeth, humiliation burning inside him.
He was an elite warrior, the best of the besthe wasnt
supposed to make mistakes like this. He didnt make mistakes like this. Bruce was counting on him. But he had,
damn it, and it had cost them. He met the kings gaze unflinchingly. Aye.
In his defense, sire, it was kind of a cute little blighter,
MacSorley added with a grin. And we did find out one
thing that is important.
Whats that? the king asked suspiciously, expecting
the jest.
The rumors are wrong: he doesnt just break hearts, he
actually has one.
Sod off, Hawk, Gregor bit out under his breath. But
the blasted seafarer just grinned.
The king appeared to be fighting doing the same.
Gregors reputation was well known. But that wasnt the
way of it. If women wanted to throw themselves at him for
something as silly as how he looked, he sure as hell wasnt
going to stop them. What was he supposed to do, fall in
love with all of them?
And there were no other problems? Campbell and
Douglas reported how they managed to hold off the English
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long enough to open the sally port gate and escape. But
they feared you might have been trapped trying to go after
them.
That was exactly what had happened, but with the
Highland gift for understatement, MacRuairi just said, It
was nothing we couldnt handle, sire.
Robert Bruce hadnt won his crown by being a fool. He
narrowed his gaze on the man whod been one of the most
feared pirates in the Western Isles before hed agreed to
join the Highland Guard and fight for Bruce. Yet it took
the three of you a week to return, my best seafarer is hobbling, my best marksman cant lift his arm, and you are
wrapped up around your ribs as tight as a mummy?
I didnt say there werent any problems, MacRuairi
clarified. I said it wasnt anything we couldnt handle.
I think youve been around my little sister-by-marriage
for too long, Viper; youre beginning to sound like a
damned lawman!
Janet of Mar, the sister of Bruces first wife, was married
to their fellow Guardsman Ewen Lamont, and the lass
could talk her way out of a shite-storm.
Gregor had had enough. The embarrassment of telling
the king what had happened couldnt be more painful than
listening to these two try to cover it up.
He stepped forward and gave a brief summary of
how theyd gone in to rescue Campbell and Douglas, fearing theyd been trapped, and instead become surrounded
themselves. Theyd managed to fight their way out through
about thirty soldiers, but he had taken a blow to the arm
with a sword, MacRuairi had broken a few ribs when a
war hammer connected with his side, and an arrow had
landed in the back of MacSorleys leg while they were running from the castle. As the other men had been forced to
flee, leaving them without a quick means of getting away,
with the English swarming and MacSorleys leg gushing
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attack on Berwick with Gregor MacGregor, the famed archer and most handsome man in Scotland?
Gregor cringed again. Christ, he hated that moniker. I
dont know, sire.
That his anonymity in the Highland Guard had possibly
been jeopardized was one of the worst parts of the whole
fiasco in the village. They were all still reeling from the
traitor Alex Setons defection to the enemy. Hed betrayed
them all. God help their former brother-in-arms if they
ever came face to face with him in battle. Although Setons
former partner Robbie Boyd had been certain Seton would
inform the English of their identities, thus far he hadnt.
But with what had happened in the village, Gregor knew it
was only a matter of time before he was unmasked.
Having his identity hidden was one of the reasons hed
been so eager to join the Highland Guard. The anonymity
the maskgave him freedom. He would earn a name for
himself by his swordor rather, his bowand nothing
else. There were no distractions like there were at the
Highland Games. No well-meaning relatives like his uncle
Malcolm, chief of the MacGregor clan, telling him how to
help his clan by marrying one of the women who were
only too eager to take him for a husband. Gregor would
defeat the English, help see the man who had been more a
father to him than his own secured on the throne, and do
his duty to his clan on his own merit. By deed and skill
alone.
Aye, well, neither do I, the king said, but I think its
best if you stay out of sight for a while. Gregor started to
protest, but Bruce cut him off. Only a few weeks. It will
be Christmas soon anyway. I will send for you when we
are ready to take Perth. The king intended to begin laying
siege to Perth Castle in early January. He smiled appeasingly. God knows we can all use a little break. A few
weeks to relax and clear our heads. I need you all at one
hundred percent.
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