"My lady! The Armstrongs are here!"
Armstrongs! Not my father then?
I looked around. Wild Will and a group of his men appeared from behind a copse of trees. I had nearly forgotten them since we left Liddesdale, and now here they were, pursuing their feud with the Veitches. For one moment I wondered how they had got past the watchmen, and then I recalled that Hugh had posted his men to watch over the boundary with the Tweedies. The Armstrongs would have come from the south and west, rather than the east and north. The Armstrong attack could not have come at a worse time. My father, in his quest to quell the Veitches before my wedding to a weak man, had created a situation where Faladale had been exposed to a much more powerful surname.
"You!" Wild Will reined up. He pointed his lance dir
