"You cannot leave us for the Isles," Aharn said. They sat side by side on the pile of rugs that made up their bed. "The Albans look to you for leadership. They would not follow a Pict."
"You are man enough to handle them," Melcorka told him. Her hands explored under the covers. "You see?"
He removed her questing fingers. "We are talking military strategy here, Melcorka, not that."
thatShe removed her hand. "Yes, Aharn."
"If you journey to the Isles, you will be away for weeks, or even months. Your Albans would not hold together for that length of time. They are already showing signs of internal dissension, with Clan Chattan and the Camerons drawing dirks on each other and the MacNabs and MacNeishes coming to blows."
Melcorka nodded agreement. "In that case, we will have to act without
