Father Murdock came rushing toward his laird, drawing his full attention. The priest's black cassock was flapping in the wind. "My Lord ? If it's convenient, I'd like to have a word with you."
Both Alaric and Gavin immediately tried to get downwind of the priest. The foul odor radiating from the man made their eyes water.
Out of respect, Alaric didn't mention his fragrant condition. Gavin, however, wasn't as diplomatic. "Good God, Father Murdock, what have you done to yourself? You smell like pig swill."
The priest wasn't insulted. He laughed and nodded his head. "I do smell foul, my boy, but I'm feeling better than I have in years. Deni gave me a special paste to put on my chest. She mixed me another potion, too. My cough is near to gone now."
He took a step forward. Alaric stood his
