Chapter Nineteen'I don't know what to do with you two,' Macfarlane's Highland accent was one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard in my life. 'We leave you for a few moments and look at the pickle you get yourselves into. Is this little girl the missing Marie?'
'It is,' I must have sounded dazed as I wondered if I had said too much to Mungo. 'And where did you spring from?'
'Oh, we were near the footbridge when you were captured,' Macfarlane said. 'We followed McAra and the others. Who is that ugly, red-faced fellow?'
'Lord Findhorn,' I said.
'No friend of yours, I would reckon,' Macfarlane said.
'You would reckon correctly,' I agreed.
'Let's get you out of here,' Macfarlane unfastened my chains and moved on to Marie while MacGregor worked on Mungo.
I took a deep breath. '
