Page 36 of Claimed Highland Brides

“And so? He simply took ower the land?”

“Aye.” Richard nodded.

“Why did he no get married?”

Richard’s eyes narrowed. “How d’ye ken tha’?”

Daividh froze. “I…”

Richard shook his head. “Aye, ye ken this man do ye no? What’d he take from ye?”

Daividh shook his head. “Nothing...yet.”

Richard sniggered. “Ye should ken tha’ if’n there is something he wants from ye, he willnae stop until he gets it.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh aye. Why d'ya think he isnae marrit?”

Daividh leaned forward, eyes boring into Richard’s. “He set his sights on someone?”

“Aye. There was a baron’s daughter with a dowry he went after. Her father held a jousting competition and said the victor would have the spiles. She was the spiles.”

“Oh aye? I take it he dinnae win?”

Richard shook his head. “Scotsman named Douglass got the prize.”

Daividh lifted an eyebrow. “Douglass ye say? Where frae?”

“Round Braenaird I believe.”

Daividh leaned back, his eyes alight. “I see.”