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A few days later, Andreas had returned to the castle. Delma had informed us of his arrival. My father and I went down to the castle's great hall.
Andreas was talking to some of the clan's elders in the castle hall. My father and I stood on the sidelines, waiting like guests. Andreas didn't look at me, while Lachlan listened to Andreas with a frown. It was clear that something was amiss.
As far as I could tell, the Mackenzie Clan found the peace treaty with the English insufficient and wanted more guarantees from Andreas.
"You must write a letter, Lord Andreas," said one. "Ask the English king if he truly wants peace or if he is deceiving us."
Andreas frowned. "The father of the spoils is here, in our hands! If Edward the bastard wants to write a letter, let him write it
