Callum stared at the night sky, unable to sleep. He believed in his reason for fighting. His people had been attacked first by the Covenanters. It was they who had come—four thousand of them—to his land, to his home. But they had not merely occupied homes as his people did now. Covenanters had destroyed homes and villages. Forty years had since passed, but Highland memories ran deep. To fight back was a matter of honor and loyalty to family and clan. Unlike that of the English, Highland strength was built not on owning land but on the number and loyalty of its people. Honor bound them together and gave them their might. This was his duty, and he would not waver.
Callum understood Mari’s feelings. She thought she had lost her brother and friend at the hands of a rogue unit of soldiers who
