Chapter Eleven'It is a pity you burned all the boats.' The bald man stood beside them in the grey light of dawn. 'Now we are trapped on this accursed island.'
'We did not burn them all.' Tuath was surprisingly mild. 'There is one left whole, and others are only partially destroyed.'
'One boat and bits of boats are not enough to escape with,' the bald man said. 'There are over a hundred of us, prisoners of the Caterans. How are we to escape?'
'There is no escaping yet,' Melcorka told him. 'First, we destroy the broch and capture or kill the Osprey.'
'The Osprey's broch is impregnable. Nobody can capture him,' the bald man said. 'It would be best to escape now before he rallies his men and comes for us.'
'What is your name?' Bradan asked.
'I am Duncan. Duncan of…'
'Do not tell us what
