Callum steeled himself, gripping his dirk. Defensive moves raced through his mind. He had to keep himself between the horsemen and Mari. He could use his agility to his advantage, but against two horsemen, that would only get him so far. He could shift direction to dodge their blows, at least for a while, but he was in the more vulnerable position. He knew it well, as would they. His mind raced.
“You’ll be wanting this,” Mari said, as she put his basket hilt sword in his hands.
“You’re a brave one, Mari MacDonell.” With a proud look, he said, “Now get back inside.”
“I’ve a dirk, and I’ll use it before I go back inside.” As she spoke, her eyes remained set on the horsemen’s approach. “Callum? Are those—”
“Aye.” He started to laugh. “MacDonell plaids. Aye, that they are.”
Mari ran up to
