“It is a bad brigand that would pass on silver,” Gavin agreed, giving Kyle a warm look in his eyes. “We disguise yer warriors as peasants and surprise them with me Knights when they attack on the road.”
“How can ye be sure they will attack? How will they know about the caravan?” MacNear asked. “It is a tricky plan, but I am nay convinced it will work.”
“It will work,” Kyle said, his mind moving a mile a minute as he envisioned his plan coming to fruition. “It is as ye say, they will want blood vengeance. I have nay a doubt that they stalk the roads already. They will be looking for me, so I will lead the caravan.”
“Brither,” Gavin said, cutting Kyle a sharp look.
“Yes,” MacRhone said, his eyes narrowing as he looked Kyle up and down. “He will be our bait. And why shouldn’t the Laird’s brither accompany such an important caravan? We will let word out that the silver will leave soon. Let it nay be a secret and let them come.”
“Then it is decided,” Kyle said, the excitement once again overtaking the dread. He felt terribly confused about the mixture of feelings within him, yet he could not deny the powerful thirst for glory. Kyle looked back at Gavin, who was clearly upset with the idea of him being bait but had no other option.
“What say ye?” Gavin asked.
“Aye!” the four men called back.
“Then let us drink,” Gavin said, raising his cup. “Tae clan McGowan!”
“McGowan!” they echoed. And with the council having reached its conclusion, the festivities began.
