She leaned against the wall and sighed. She had come up on the walls of Banuilt to think, but the beauty of the night had quickly distracted her. Such sights had been a great comfort to her during her marriage. The wonder had already begun to fade, however, and her mind was slowly turning back to all the troubles she suffered from and just how she might be able to put an end to them. Troubles that not only did not end but seemed to multiply like rabbits. The men they had captured yestereve were now loosely confined, no one concerned that they would escape or prove a danger to Banuilt. She had seen how troubled, even hurt, Sir John’s men were by how quickly their laird had denied them. Sir John had callously tossed six of his men to the wolves, knowing that those men could be hanged for what they had done. Unfortunately, that still left her without the hard proof of Sir John’s guilt, which she had believed she had gained, for one happy moment. No one would heed accusations made by men guilty of stealing sheep over Sir John’s claims of innocence.
