Chapter Seventeen
The renegade leader dropped the pack in his hand and stepped in front of his men, gesturing for them to get on with their work. They began dumping out the contents of the packs onto the ground.
“Surely, Regis, you can tell by their weight that the packs don’t have what you seek,” Duncan declared in a loud voice.
Hatred flared in the half-king’s eyes, then he shrugged. “There will be time enough for me to become the Revelator again. Next year, perhaps the year after. The western tribes will not be quieted. We will yet soak the land in blood. Blood will have blood.”
“Shakespeare?” Duncan replied. “You’ve learned well from your poet.”
Sounds of struggle came from inside the building. Another pack flew out of an upstairs window. A child cried out in fear.
“If those chil
