The Bruce clansman cleared the final stretch of woods and could see the slight outline of the looming stone walls ahead and knew that he was near as he understood he was ever so close to a successful end. He leaned further over his mount's neck feeling the beast's wet and slick coat, the sure evidence of his long and intense ride. He encouraged his beast onward as he moved faster and faster over the uneven ground ever pushing towards the end. As he neared the lowered drawbridge he shouted for all his brothers within to hear, "The Grants! The Grants! They have foraged our eastern borders and they are marching upon us!" The clansman continued onward not stopping for even a slight moment. Now that he was within the walls, he made his way up quickly to the castle that held his lord. He pulled hard on his horse's lead as he neared the steps as rocks and dirt sprayed while his great beast slid to a halt. The clansman hurriedly dismounted at the base of the steps and proceeded to take them two at a time for the nature of his communication was quite grave. Within moments he was crossing the threshold into the darkened main hall where several of his fellow clansmen slept. He shouted the warning again to startle them awake from their sound slumber.
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