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CHAPTER THREE-3
“I bet he does know,” Hamish answered, “but he wouldn’t stop me getting the better of the McNarns. It’s the MacAuds he’s afraid of.” “Afraid?” Clola questioned. Hamish looked over his shoulder as if he was scared that someone was listening. “They broke a man’s back last week and killed two of our Clansmen last year.” Clola gave a little cry. “Father told us not to speak of it, but you can understand why he hates them.” “I can indeed. But I am sorry for Torquil McNarn – he must be terrified of what is going to happen to him.” Hamish nodded. “Yes, he’s afraid all right. He doesn’t think his uncle will come to his rescue. He says they all know how much he loathes Scotland.” “I have always been told that the Duke’s father was cruel to him,” Clola remarked. “He beat him until he ran
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