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My wait was short. The door opened and I saw two pairs of shoes. One belonged to Leod, and the other was of the finest calf skin. The person who wore them had a confident stride as they stepped into the room. Leod shut the door and left we three in the room.
“Good evening, Father,” Laird Tristan greeted his guest.
“Good evening, my son,” Laird Campbell replied. He strode over to the fire and paused before the warm flames. “Quite a cold evening, is it not?”
My laird joined him and took a seat in the chair. “We might dispense with the false pleasantries. What joyous occasion brings you here to my prison?”
The elder turned towards him, and his voice spoke of his displeasure. “You know well why I’ve come. The girl this morn.”
My damned curiosity tempted me to crawl to the edg
