“Both, Laird McAfee,” the foremost man answered earnestly. “We cannae follow a man like Stewart.”
Duncan declared, “Then ye are welcome to join us, as long as we are united against tyranny that threatens our beloved Highlands.”
A murmur of shared determination rippled through the crowd. Men began intermingling, exchanging names and tales of disillusionment with Stewart. The sounds of camaraderie mingled with sword clashes as training resumed.
“Looks like our plan is taking root,” Ailis said, observing the men band together.
Moira allowed a small smile. “It’ll take more than Clyde Stewart to tear it asunder.”
*
Moira surveyed theHighlands from McAfee Keep’s parapet, her breath visible in the brisk morning air. As dawn banished shadows, figures emerged from Stewart territory—men abandoning the Stewart for a new allegiance.
Her hands gripped the rough stone battlements, resolve steeling within her. Each newcomer symbolized the waning power of the Stewart clan. Not one returned to their former laird. Instead, they joined the McAfees.
“Another group arrives,” Fiona said excitedly.
“Aye,” Moira replied, a determined smile on her face. “This bodes well for us.” She couldn’t help the small bit of skepticism she felt toward the men who were joining, but she was determined not to let it show.
Brodie and Lachlan welcomed the arrivals at the gates. After brief exchanges, the newcomers were guided to the great hall where they would learn about joining the McAfee cause.
“Stewart must be gnashing his teeth in frustration,” Ailis remarked with satisfaction. “His power wanes while ours grows—with his own soldiers.”
“We must remain vigilant,” Moira warned. “But our hope strengthens with each warrior who forsakes him.”
“Hope is good,” Fiona agreed, “but steel wins wars.”
“Then it’s fortunate we have both.”
Descending from the parapet, Moira moved among her allies. They trained and planned, conviction growing that they would thwart Stewart’s ambitions.
As twilight transformed into night, Moira stood atop her keep’s walls once more, contemplating all who fought within these lands.
“Today, no man crossed back to Stewart,” she said softly to herself, her words carried away by the wind. “Tomorrow, we will stand even stronger.” Confidence surged within her, mingling with the pride of her clan and the love for her people. In that quiet moment, Moira felt the tides of destiny shifting, and she knew they were ready for whatever challenges lay ahead—as long as the soldiers stayed loyal.
