CHAPTER 42

“Is this some trick?” McLauren murmured beside Edward. “Where are the rest of his men? ’Tis suicide to come without his army.”

“Remain here,” Edward said grimly. He motioned for his brothers and Gannon and Cormac, and rode forward until he was just before the king but still on Woods land.

The king looked tired and as if he still suffered the effects of his illness. His face was drawn and pale and his shoulders sagged precariously.

“Your Majesty,” Edward acknowledged. “Why have you come to my borders?”

“I’ve come to correct a wrong. And to thank you.”

Of all the things Edward thought his king might say, that wasn’t one of them. He cocked his head to the side but didn’t say anything, instead waiting for the king to explain.

“You come with the might of not only your army, but that of the McDonald and the McLauren clans,” the king said. “Tell me, Laird Woods, would you have fought me this day had I come under the declaration of war?”

“Aye,” Edward said without hesitation.

Amusement gleame