“Laird?” A young and trembling voice rose above the grunts from my warriors. Looking down, I saw the timid son of Annabelle, my sister’s best friend. The child was entering his tenth year, and I often caught him in the strangest places within the castle.
“Gavin,” I grunted. “What can I do for ye?”
“My momma tasked me with finding Hilda, but I cannae find her anywhere!”
The poor child looked frantic as he wrung his hands. There was no father in his life, and I suspected that if someone didn’t step in soon, the child would grow up too close to his mother’s bosom. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to get the child a job in the stables so he could spend more time with my men.
“You cannae find my sister, eh?” I mused. I c****d my head as a harsh wind blew around across the lands and pursed my lips.
