Beneath A Dark Highland Sky: Book #3 - Plot & Excerpts
There was the animated zing of blades as Malcolm and Nathair were challenged by man after man to clash swords, and they were victorious each time. Men and women from both clans mingled at the tables and benches, breaking their fast and watching the good-natured entertainment with interest and glee. “Ye swing a sword like a dung shovel!” Nathair cried, quickly knocking Tomas’ sword from his grasp. “Ye wield yer blade like a kitchen scullion wields her broom!” Malcolm cried, besting another Douglas man who lunged wildly. Malcolm pinned his sword against his thigh and shoved him forcefully, sending the man and blade sprawling. The women watched Nathair and Malcolm, frank admiration in their eyes. Their movements were so graceful and coordinated they almost seemed like brothers who had come fighting together out of the womb. They probably had fought side-by-side from the time they were bairns. Sorcha found a bench and nibbled on bread and cheese.
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