Chapter 40

Isobel could barely keep her eyes open as the rising sun turned the sky pink. Thank goodness they’d had clear skies and a full moon! The horse had been able to guide itself, for she was certainly too sleepy to do it. She wasn’t sure what the MacInnis men had told her husband, but they had ridden in silence all day, not even stopping long enough to make a kill or cook a meal. Their pace was steady, just the right speed that the horses did nay seem to be growing overly tired. The soldiers seemed as alert as ever, likely they had slept the night before. It was now more than a day she’d she’d napped the afternoon away by the river. The heat of the afternoon had been hard on her. The sun had burned her, she could feel the heat in her hair even now as the next day’s sun was rising. Her face would be as red as her hair.

Fortunately, the lads had fallen asleep near sunset, after having some cheese and ale from the MacInnis men. Mary was holding the smaller one and her husband held the older b