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the men,” he told her.
“Be careful,” she said. “And come back to me.”
She watched him hurry off and couldn’t bring herself to move as the terrible thought of never seeing him alive again once he left the castle burned into her mind. It was a notion she couldn’t get out of her head. She heard the sound of hooves in the courtyard outside and finally walked to the door. James was on horseback along with a number of the other leading men in the clan. The sight of their swords and shields brought home what they were about to ride out to do. The remainder of the clansmen were on foot and in a matter of minutes their numbers swelled until the courtyard was full.
“Lower the gate,” Donald shouted.
The creak of wood came straight away as the drawbridge lowered into place and she watched as the Dungannon clan army marched across it and onwards to the open land beyond. She ran back through the narrow passageway to the sight of Aggie still standing in the smaller courtyard. The distress of the older woman was clear to see and Jenny put a hand around her shoulder to guide her back inside the building.
She then raced up the stairs to the bedroom she first used on her arrival at the castle and moved to the window. It gave a view out towards the army and she looked into the distance beyond it. There was no sign of the clan Glennet, but it seemed certain they were approaching. A battle was about to take place and when the men in green tartan disappeared from view at the far side of the glen, Jenny fell to her knees and prayed for their safe return.
She sat staring into space as the time passed and the ominous silence made her tremble. Not knowing what was going on was the worst part and her mind began to conjure up terrible images of death and destruction that made tears run down her cheeks. Minutes ticked by to become hours without any word of how the battle was progressing and her fears grew stronger.
She jumped to her feet at the sound of an approaching rider and looked out the window to see the man racing fast towards the castle. The color red stained his green tartan and the way his arm hung at his side made it obvious he’d been injured in the fighting. He was well enough to be shouting something, but at first she couldn’t make it out. It was only when he got to the end of the bridge that his words could be heard properly and Jenny needed to lean against the wall to stop herself collapsing to the floor.
“He’s dead,” the man shouted. “James is dead. The battle is being lost.”
Her desperate wail filled the room as the man kept shouting the same words over and over. Her worst fears were being realized and she finally couldn’t support herself. She slumped down on the cold stone as the tears flowed and her despair welled up.
The drawbridge was lowered to let the man cross and his shouts grew louder as he rode into the large courtyard. Jenny put her hands over her ears to try and block them out, but it was impossible to do and she was confronted by the terrible truth that the man she loved was not coming back. Her anguish intensified, but she tried to get back to her feet. She managed it to see out the small window that there were more injured men returning to the castle. Her blood ran cold when she saw that one of them was Donald and knew what it meant. She ducked away from the window as he rode onto the bridge and desperately tried to think of what to do. Her legs were paralyzed and when she heard the sound of hooves coming into the smaller courtyard, she knew that it could only mean one thing.
Donald intended to carry out the threat to end her life.
Fear erupted in her mind and she ran to the bed to try and drag it across the room, so she could barricade the door. It was too heavy and she dropped to her knees as footsteps came up the stairs. The door was almost ripped from its hinges as the powerful kick crashed it open. She backed away, but knew
“Be careful,” she said. “And come back to me.”
She watched him hurry off and couldn’t bring herself to move as the terrible thought of never seeing him alive again once he left the castle burned into her mind. It was a notion she couldn’t get out of her head. She heard the sound of hooves in the courtyard outside and finally walked to the door. James was on horseback along with a number of the other leading men in the clan. The sight of their swords and shields brought home what they were about to ride out to do. The remainder of the clansmen were on foot and in a matter of minutes their numbers swelled until the courtyard was full.
“Lower the gate,” Donald shouted.
The creak of wood came straight away as the drawbridge lowered into place and she watched as the Dungannon clan army marched across it and onwards to the open land beyond. She ran back through the narrow passageway to the sight of Aggie still standing in the smaller courtyard. The distress of the older woman was clear to see and Jenny put a hand around her shoulder to guide her back inside the building.
She then raced up the stairs to the bedroom she first used on her arrival at the castle and moved to the window. It gave a view out towards the army and she looked into the distance beyond it. There was no sign of the clan Glennet, but it seemed certain they were approaching. A battle was about to take place and when the men in green tartan disappeared from view at the far side of the glen, Jenny fell to her knees and prayed for their safe return.
She sat staring into space as the time passed and the ominous silence made her tremble. Not knowing what was going on was the worst part and her mind began to conjure up terrible images of death and destruction that made tears run down her cheeks. Minutes ticked by to become hours without any word of how the battle was progressing and her fears grew stronger.
She jumped to her feet at the sound of an approaching rider and looked out the window to see the man racing fast towards the castle. The color red stained his green tartan and the way his arm hung at his side made it obvious he’d been injured in the fighting. He was well enough to be shouting something, but at first she couldn’t make it out. It was only when he got to the end of the bridge that his words could be heard properly and Jenny needed to lean against the wall to stop herself collapsing to the floor.
“He’s dead,” the man shouted. “James is dead. The battle is being lost.”
Her desperate wail filled the room as the man kept shouting the same words over and over. Her worst fears were being realized and she finally couldn’t support herself. She slumped down on the cold stone as the tears flowed and her despair welled up.
The drawbridge was lowered to let the man cross and his shouts grew louder as he rode into the large courtyard. Jenny put her hands over her ears to try and block them out, but it was impossible to do and she was confronted by the terrible truth that the man she loved was not coming back. Her anguish intensified, but she tried to get back to her feet. She managed it to see out the small window that there were more injured men returning to the castle. Her blood ran cold when she saw that one of them was Donald and knew what it meant. She ducked away from the window as he rode onto the bridge and desperately tried to think of what to do. Her legs were paralyzed and when she heard the sound of hooves coming into the smaller courtyard, she knew that it could only mean one thing.
Donald intended to carry out the threat to end her life.
Fear erupted in her mind and she ran to the bed to try and drag it across the room, so she could barricade the door. It was too heavy and she dropped to her knees as footsteps came up the stairs. The door was almost ripped from its hinges as the powerful kick crashed it open. She backed away, but knew
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