Gilbert Ross lifted the hem of his cloak and stepped over a pile of fresh manure and followed his brother into the semi-darkness. Two stable men went by, nodding cheerfully at their laird and the cleric, while a young boy rushed forward with William’s shirt in hand. “Sorry, master. Didn’t know you’d be finishing in the yard so soon.” The Highlander gave the boy’s scrawny shoulder a gentle pat and took the shirt. “We were interrupted by the provost.” The young boy took a step back and eyed Gilbert Ross’s black robe cautiously. Gilbert raised a hand to bless him, but the lad quickly crossed himself and took off as if the devil were on his tail. “What’s the matter with the lad?” William snorted and turned away. “Wait a moment, brother. What have you been saying about me?” “Only that you are forever on the lookout for likely lads to steal away to St.
