From the journal of Marjorie Bruce
15th of May, 1307
Chief John had sent emissaries earlier asking them for immediate assistance. If this operation was to be successful, then it would have to be extremely secretive, and absolutely no one could find out about it or know our true identities before reaching MacLean land.
We had been dismissed from the laird"s room, Sorcha and I, after the men had had a little too much ale. While we down the corridors in fits of laughter with big grins on our faces, the light had all but disappeared over the rolling waves. A chill crept slowly but surely down my spine as I realized that we were not alone.
“What are ye lassies doing running around after dark!?” Donovan, the chief"s servant, cried.
Startled by his sudden appearance, I grabbed Sorcha"s small
