A plate of food was slid in front of him and his cup filled. Malcolm scanned the great room, noting guards had begun trickling in for first meal. At another table, a family sat eating and speaking in low tones. A baby toddled into the room and his mother rushed in after him, looking up to the high board. Malcolm smiled and she visible relaxed. “How fare ye, Laird?” she asked, lifting the baby to her hip.
“Well and I hope ye are the same,” he replied.
“Aye, Laird. We are happy to be returning home.” She hurried to a table and joined the family already eating.
Perhaps it was time to allow the people to be happy, he considered. His father’s death would be avenged, and he wondered who would be the avenger.
Malcolm had a strong feeling it would not be him.
The End.
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