"Baetan is nowhere to be found, my lord." MacLeod was the man in the tight leather jacket. "He has vanished."
"Send out your men and find him," Donald said simply. He faced Aharn. "Melcorka informs me that your army is not mustered to attack the Isles."
"Melcorka is correct," Aharn said.
Donald looked at MacLeod. "What do you think, MacLeod?"
"I think that if Fidach had intended to attack the Isles, Aharn would have marched west and not south. He would have built a fleet of ships and recruited men from the coastal clans. He did neither. An army marching south cannot threaten a Lordship in the west."
Donald nodded. "And you, Maclean?"
Maclean was an older man with grey hairs in his down-curving moustache. "I agree. There is no reason for Fidach to attack the Isles. We share no common
