“Upon me life, ye shall have it,” Lachlan vowed, his words echoing unyielding bonds of kinship and protection.
In the widow’s gaze, hope flickered, and was apparent through the fear.
“And ye will take me to safety before ye attempt to rescue her?” she asked.
Lachlan nodded reluctantly. He didn’t want to wait to rescue Ailis, but he had to know where she was before he could help her.
The widow whispered, “She be in the east tower.” Her eyes darted nervously. Clutching her children’s hands, she followed Lachlan across the hills toward McAfee lands—sanctuary.
Crossing the border, the widow’s shoulders lightened as if McAfee air itself promised peace and protection.
Close to the McAfee village, Lachlan addressed two soldiers. “We have vowed to shelter this woman and her children,” he declared, gesturing toward the family clinging to hope.
“Aye, we’ll find ’em a proper hearth and home,” one soldier agreed. They all feared for the lass who had been taken from them and understood immediately how important it was to help this woman.
“Thank ye.” The widow bowed her head briefly.
With sanctuary assured, the widow and her offspring were escorted to a cottage on McAfee lands.
In the starless sky, Lachlan, Alisdair, and Brodie crossed the shadowy moor toward the east tower of Sinclair Castle. Lachlan studied the shape of the tower, hoping that his Ailis was all right.
Under the cloak of night, they crept closer to the tower. Silence accompanied them until a sudden clamor revealed their presence to Sinclair guards.
“Stand down, McClains,” a guard commanded.
Steel clashed as the brothers fought, but Alisdair soon called for retreat against overwhelming numbers. Frustration filled them as they withdrew, leaving Ailis behind.
*
From a cozycottage within the safety of McAfee lands, the widow held her children close, praying for those who risked everything. And thanking God they had given her sanctuary.
