Chapter Eleven“We'll have to kill him,” I decided once again. Despite my experiences in Alistair's castles and during the raid on Forres and Elgin, the ceremony at the Moor of Garnish had shaken me more than anything I had ever seen before. The terrible sacrifice of the child, coupled with her voices inside my head, was so unsettling that I found myself reliving them repeatedly, even as I tried to hide from the memories.
Seonaid nodded without argument, which was so unusual that Peallaidh put a hairy hand on her shoulder. She shook him away.
“Don't” she said.
“He is a difficult man to kill,” I continued, forcing the issue as if they had not spoken.
There was a long silence before Seonaid faced me. “Nearly impossible, I would think, how would you get close enough with the Bodyguard arou
