Chapter Eight
The haze flowed over the highlands in a portentous setting. The skies, pitch-black with rapid winds and thunder deafening down. The Cummings and McCloud clan gathered around getting ready for the wedding of Roth and Alisa. Even with the shady weather, the happiness of the people brought joy to their lives. Duncan, Paden, and the others returned from the trip. Gawain and Bailey stood off to the side waiting for Gow. Gawain looked fretfully trying to find his son. Gow gradually strode up to them and sighed. Gawain pulled his son into a nearby tent. Bailey shadowed them in. Gawain threw Gow into the ground.
“Da, what is your problem?” Gow said crossly.
“You were not with us when we left. What took you so long?” Gawain asked.
“I went to go see the seer. I made a deal with her
