Chapter SevenTARRAS MOSS
SEPTEMBER 1585
'Good evening to you. Who are you?' The voice was deep and rich, with an accent I could not place.
'I am Jeannie Tweedie of Cardrona in the Lethan.' I did not keep the pride from my voice.
'Well met, Jeannie Tweedie. I am Hugh Veitch of Faladale, although I do have other names.' The rustling increased. 'Why are you held here?'
'Veitch!' I snapped out the name. 'You are a Veitch?' I pulled back in what space that horrendous dungeon afforded.
'And proud of it,' the answer came cheerfully back. 'As you should be of the Tweedies.'
I swallowed hard. Here I was a prisoner in a filthy dungeon, and my only cellmate was a Veitch. 'We are enemies,' I said.
'I have never met you in my life.' Hugh Veitch sounded remarkably cheerful for a man in a dungeon
