Devil in a Kilt
Chapter One
Dundonnell Keep, Western Highlands
Scotland 1325
"'Tis said he's merciless, the devil's own spawn." Elspeth Beaton,
unspoken seneschal of the MacDonnell keep, folded her arms over her
substantial girth and glowered at her laird, Magnus MacDonnell. "You
canna send the lass to a man known to have murdered his first wife
in cold blood!"
Magnus took another swig of ale, seemingly unaware that most of the
frothy brew dribbled into his unkempt beard. He slammed his pewter
mug onto the high table and glared back at his self-appointed
chamberlain.
"I dinna care if Duncan MacKenzie is the devil his-self or if the
bastard's killed ten wives. He's offered for Linnet, and 'tis an
offer I canna refuse."
"You canna give your daughter to a man said to possess neither heart
nor soul." Elspeth's voice rose with each word. "I willna allow it."
Magnus guffawed. "You willna allow it? You over-step yerself, woman!
Watch yer mouth, or I'll send you along with her."
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