Shocked — Fiona and Neil looked at Mairi. Donal went white. How he regretted that he had not taken the trouble to give the dead man Christian burial, but had just taken his weapons and ridden on. Brother Durston had told him once when he was a child that there was no way of escaping the consequences of one’s actions no matter how secretly they were performed.
‘You are wrong, sir,’ Mairi spoke up suddenly. ‘The mare is mine. It was given to me as a gift. But of the weapons I know nothing.’
‘Who gave you the mare?’
She hesitated — not knowing how to explain what she believed to be the truth — even beginning herself to doubt what she believed had happened.
‘My brother would never have given his horse or his weapons away,’ Sir Kenneth said icily. ‘They were his most treasured possessions.’
