These mountains were riddled with caves where men could hide. They were on Penwyms hill above the old MacAnalen village, which was where he kenned they’d be bound before he ever agreed to this trip. It was the very place he’d suggested to Angus as they made their escape from the invaders’ camp. But they were a long way from the Aerie and help, should the need arise. Toran understood why Angus had not moved his men closer to the Aerie. They had yet to bury their dead, for one, and if any of the clan still lived, the only chance of finding them meant that they must remain nearby for as long as possible. But time was running out, both for any survivors still unaccounted for, and for the clan’s ability to remain hidden from Colbridge’s patrols. The fewer men who remained here, the better their chances of staying hidden from their enemies while they searched for their missing kin. The clan was up and about, moving quietly in the chill morning air. Several of the men were packing their meager belongings for the return trip to the Aerie.
