Chapter 60 Eilean Donan Castle

• A few days ago….
• Malcolm stormed out of the stable, clenching his jaw and fists. He forcefully kicked a small pile of rotting wood and shook his clothes to remove the hay sticking to it with quick, clumsy movements. "Stupid mare," he muttered through gritted teeth.
• He looked up at the overcast sky and estimated the sun's position. "It's almost noon," he said, touching his growling stomach. "I hope the food is ready."