"Good evening to you. Who are you?" The voice was deep and rich, with an accent I could not place.
"I am Jeannie Tweedie of Cardrona in the Lethan." I did not keep the pride from my voice.
"Well met, Jeannie Tweedie. I am Hugh Veitch of Faladale, although I do have other names." The rustling increased. "Why are you held here?"
"Veitch!" I snapped out the name. "You are a Veitch?" I pulled back in what space that horrendous dungeon afforded.
"And proud of it," the answer came cheerfully back. "As you should be of the Tweedies."
I swallowed hard. Here I was a prisoner in a filthy dungeon, and my only cellmate was a Veitch. "We are enemies," I said.
"I have never met you in my life." Hugh Veitch sounded remarkably cheerful for a man in a dungeon, and far too friendly to be a Veitch.
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