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Will had also halted his horse and stared with both shock and horror at
     the scene before him. When Colin and Finn reached them, Rob swore violently at his brother for disobeying him, but his gaze
     was already being pulled back to the small convent nestled within the fold of low hills.
    The Abbey was under attack. By the looks of it, the siege had been going on for more than a few hours. Hundreds of dead bodies
     littered the ground. Only a handful of what looked to have been two separate armies remained while ribbons of black smoke
     plumed the air, the residue of burning tar. The left wing of the structure was completely engulfed in flames.
    “Dear God, who would do this?”
    Will did not bother answering Finn’s haunted plea, but snatched free his bow and yanked an arrow from his quiver.
    “Will, nae!” Rob stopped him. “’Tis no’ our fight. I’ll no’ bring whoever did this doun on our clan! No’ for those who have
     already per—”
    The remainder of his words was cut short by a searing jolt of pain in his left shoulder and the whistle of two of Will’s arrows
     slicing the air in the next instant. Stunned, Rob looked down at the thin shaft of wood jutting out of his flesh. He’d been
     hit! Son of a… Fighting a wave of nausea, he closed his fingers around the arrow and broke off the feathered end sticking
     out from his plaid. Setting his murderous gaze on the skirmish, he clutched the broken arrow in one fist and dragged his claymore
     from its sheath with the other.
    “Now, ’tis our fight. Colin,” he growled before he charged his mount forward. “Ye and Finn take cover or I’ll set ye both
     on yer arses fer a fortnight.”
    Finn nodded dutifully, but Colin grew angry. “Rob, I can fight. I want to fight.”
    “No’ today,” Rob warned, his jaw rigid with fury about to be unleashed. This time Colin obeyed.
    Rob had fought in raids before. He’d even killed a few Fergussons, but this was the kind of fighting that flowed through his
     veins, what he had been trained to do by his father. Protect himself and those in his care at any cost. He didn’t care who’d
     shot him. They were all going to pay for it. Reaching the dwindling melee, he brought his sword down with savage satisfaction,
     killing swiftly, while Will and Angus fought a few feet away. He was about to strike again when his would-be target screamed
     out at him.
    “Hold, Scot! Hold for the mercy of God!” For the space of a breath, the man withered in his saddle staring into Rob’s eyes,
     and then at the bloody sword above his head. He spoke quickly, gathering what strength of will he had left. “I am Captain
     Edward Asher of the King’s Royal army. We were attacked just before dawn. I am not your enemy.”
    Rob quickly looked the man over. His dark hair was wet with blood and sweat that dripped over his brow, creating streaks down
     his dirty face. His garment was also bloodied, but belonging to the king’s regiment.
    His fury at being shot still unabated, Rob began to turn his mount to cut down someone else.
    “Wait.” The captain reached for Rob’s arm to stop him. “You are a Highlander. Why are you here? Has someone sent you?”
    “Ye ask many questions rather than be grateful that here is where I am.”
    “You have my thanks for your aid.”
    Rob nodded. “Behind ye.”
    Captain Asher spun on his horse and barely managed to avoid a blow to his head that would have killed him.
    Taking a moment to assure that no other enemy soldiers were in fighting distance, Rob watched with a look of bland interest
     while the captain felled his attacker to the ground.
    “I owe you my life,” Asher said, panting.
    “Right. Are we done here? There are more comin’.”
    Asher’s shoulders sagged heavily as if he’d had enough and knew his fate. He didn’t bother to look behind him, but wiped his
     moist brow. “Your name, please.”
    Hell, the man was half out of his mind. Loss of blood, Rob decided, and taking pity