His angry green gaze swept over the girl with the brilliant hair."Who the devil are you?" "A Celt!" she said defiantly. "A little hellcat who needs taming, I think." "I am a sworn enemy to the evil English!" Jock Leslie, who had been bringing his guests the best wine Dumfries had to offer, rushed forward to try to undo the damage his daughter had done. "Who is this girl?" de Warenne demanded. "A clumsy serving wench, my lord." Jock was too embarrassed to acknowledge Jane as his daughter. "She's not clumsy in the least. That was no accident, it was done deliberately." De Warenne's eyes narrowed as he freed her wrist. He knew she'd like nothing better than to fly at him and scratch his face, but she did not dare. "I'd like to teach you manners," he said in a low, rough voice that told her clearly he'd like to do other things to her as well. "Leave the hall at once!" Jock ordered. "She will be punished, my lord." As the red-haired maid fled the hall, Robert Bruce spoke up quickly. "Allow me to apologize on behalf of all Celts.
