A buzzing filled the air. I knew what it was and was fair used to it. It didn’t scare me as it had once. There were voices in my ears, too, but I could hardly understand what they were saying. They were like the piping of birds in a far-off forest. “Laddie. Laddie. We’re here. Dinna fash … here.”...
It took us two trips before we were done. The Rogue carried the heavier pieces, and I carried a few of the pipes as well as his tools, though he kept the musket, already primed with its charge, in his hand, the two weapons of the other men stuck down in his belt and his knife in his stocking. Eve...