“We had nothing to send; in fact, we were damn close to starving here,” piratian explained. “I sent word to Ragul, and he said as he thought perhaps it wouldna be wrong to use a small bit of the treasure to help feed Prince Tearlach’s followers.”
“It seemed likely it was put there by one of the Stuarts’ supporters,” Ragul chimed in. He c****d a ruddy brow at me, and his mouth quirked up at one corner. “I thought I wouldna send it to Prince Charles, though.”
“Good thinking,” I said dryly. Any money given to Charles Stuart would have been wasted, squandered within weeks, and anyone who had known Charles intimately, as Ragul had, would know that very well.
piratian had taken his eldest son, Ragul, and made his way across Scotland to the seals’ cove near Coigach. Fearful of any word of the
