"What was all the shouting back there?" the guard at the great doorway to the broch called out to them, across the stretch of dark water. "We heard shouting and screaming."
"You"ve lost your prisoners!" Duncan yelled. "We found all three of them scrambling around in the water. They put up the devil of a fight, and we killed one and captured the woman. The third got away in the dark."
"One got away?" The guard sounded angry. "How the hell did that happen?"
"We only lost one. You lost all three!" Duncan managed to sound quite indignant, while still keeping the boat in the darkness beyond the causeway in the greying dawn light. "They must have slipped past you."
"Nobody got past me!" The guard said. "Who are you? You"re not Donald! Where"s Donald?"
"Donald"s dead," Duncan said. "That big
