Uther was not a happy man.
His lord Connor had been ousted from the solar—where that man rightfully belonged, to Uther’s mind—in favor of the barbarian Gavin. ’Twas an insult not readily endured.
This might have been onerous enough, if Gavin had not insisted upon prowling constantly while the men labored to complete the move quickly enough for his taste, interfering in every possible way with the process.
’Twas a far cry from the level of organization Uther preferred.
Gavin insisted he wanted to ensure he was not cheated, but the steward was not convinced. Uther guessed that Tullymullagh’s new lord wanted to make it so difficult to move anything from the solar that Connor simply abandoned all he held dear in that room.
Uther was not prepared to let that occur. Connor had treated him w
