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 Female x Male The Highlanders (Alt History)(Witchy/Questor

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  1. Questor

    Questor Galactic Pirate Member

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    The King of Scotland had a big problem. Actually he had two problems. The first was England. The English King had decided that Scotland needed to be invaded, conqured and made a part of England. Now this did not agree with the King of Scotland. But his army was not sufficient enough to repel any army that England was to send against Scotland. His Kingdom was divided. He had the clans of the Lowlands and those of the Highlands. The nobles and clans of the lowlands were mostly farmers and such but got along pretty well with each other. But the Highland Clans were a different story. There were constant clan wars and a general mistrust among the clans. They were fierce fighters and with the constant little wars, were well trained in the art of war. They seldom came when called and then only a couple of the clans perhaps. But they were apart of Scotland and obeyed the laws of Scotland and the King for the most part.

    That was his problems and he could only think of one way that might unite the Highlanders and Lowlanders. He decreed that the Lairds, or the sons of the lairds of the Highlands would take a lowlander bride. He hoped that by doing this that the highlanders would wish to defend the clans of their brides and therefore join him when it came time for war. This made much grumbling among the lowlanders who thought the Highlanders were nothing more than savages, barbarians and unsuited to marry their daughters. But the King had made a royal decree and they were obliged to obey.

    Now it didn't really set well with the clans of the Highlanders either, but they to obeyed the Kings Decree. So it was that Duncan McCloud of Clan McCloud set forth with four of his clan to go fetch is bride to be. Duncan was not really happy about the matter. His parents had married because they had fallen in love with each other and not because of some arrangement which was quite common. His father had died a couple years earlier from health reasons and left him to be the Laird of the Clan. He didn't want no empty headed, whining and scared of her own shadowed, weakling woman for a wife. The Highlander women were tough, high sprited. Oh there were those that thought noting of themselves of course and were probably empty headed. But he thought he had a better chance of finding one that was to his liking in the Highlander Clans. Duncan was a hansom, tall and strong man. His long light brown hair held the redish tint of his mother's hair. He was clean shaven and stood tall in the saddle. His cousin Angus rode beside him. He was a large man with a mass of red hair and beard. He was not a bad looking man but one could hardly tell with the beard.

    So it came to pass that he came down from the Highlands with four of his clan to meet with the father of his bride to be. For the King had chosen families of various clans to be the ones to give up their daughters for the good of Scotland. The King had selected the families that would give up the brides. The soon approached the farmstead of one of the McNally Clan's families, the lowland clan that he was to take a bride from. As they approached Duncan saw the Head of the Family, one Cirus McNally standing before their humble home with his wife and two daughters.
     
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  2. witchyspirit

    witchyspirit Big Depressed Member

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    Alana and Arabel McNally were the twin daughters of Cirus McNally and his wife. They both sported the unnaturally black hair of the McNally Clan, despite the fact their mother's held the very fires of the sun in her red hair. When standing next to each other, the only difference in the two was the way they were dressed. Alana was wearing the same dress she had been wearing while she helped her father in the fields earlier that day. Dirt stained around where she had been kneeling. A scowl was clear on her face, though a glance from Cirus made it disappear instantly.

    Arabel, on the other hand, had picked out her best green dress and spent hours piling her hair into a neat and elegant bun on her head. They may have been farmers, but they were nobles as well, and Arabel loved that side of them. A bright and wide smile was plastered on her face.

    Alana didn't understand how her sister could be so happy with the idea of them being just given away to some man. Obviously, it'd only be one of them, but Alana didn't want either sister to be separated from their family. She was quite pleased with their humble life. Alana didn't trust the Highlander men, either. They were open about the way they viewed lowlander women - they viewed them as weak and insignificant. With their reputation as savages, she wouldn't be surprised if they took advantage of the 'weak', lowland women they were being forced to marry.

    Despite the fact she loathed the idea of her and her sister being forced into such a thing, she, almost guiltily, took solace in the fact that she was less likely to be picked as a bride with her appearance. Along with her dirt covered dress, her hair was pulled into two messy braids that rested gently over her shoulders and on her breasts. In her mind, appearance was everything to men.

    As the McNally family could see the McCloud Clan steadily approaching them, Alana was told to smile. By the time the Highlanders could see their faces, Alana would be mimicking the same smile as her sister. She didn't know what the outcome of today would be, but she knew it'd change things forever.
     
  3. Questor

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    Duncan and his men rode up to the McNally's. He raised a brow as he saw almost two identical young women. One was dressed in a clean and nice looking dress while the other wore a dress that was soiled from work in the field. The Highlanders stopped before the McNally's. Duncan leaned forward a bit in the saddle, "I am Duncan McCloud of the Clan McCloud and his be me Cousin Anugus, and those there are Johnathan, William, and Nathan." he called down from his horse. He then dismounted and walked forward eyeing the two women and then turning to Cirus. He in turned took Alana by the arm and pulled herclose. He whispered in her ear. "Behave ye self now." then to Duncan "This be me daughters Alana," he nodded to Alana and this be Arabel." he smiled. Duncan looked at both women, well they were good looking women and filled out their clothing well. But which of the two was to be his bride?

    He turned and looked at Cirus raising a brow. "Which of the two is to be me bride." he asked.

    Cirus smiled, "Ye have your choice. They are identical twins as ye can see, so it be up to ye to pick one of them."

    Now that was a surprise to Duncan. He had only been informed by the edict that he was to claim the one chosen. He then turned to regard the two women. Both were good looking and shapely. He had worried that his wife to be would be a skinny looking thing that would have blown away in a stiff breeze. At least the two were plesent to look at, but what were their temperments like. That he would have to see. Duncan was a good looking man that stood about six feet tall, was strong and his arms and legs showed it. He had long brown hair, down to his shoulders, that was tied back from his face by a leather strap ab out his forehead. He wore a kilt and a white lose fitting shirt with long billowy sleeves, and the clan Tartan sash that carried his clan colors. He stood before the two looking at one then the other. Arabel he could see was all smiles and in her eyes it seemed she was excited about the whole idea. That one wore the clean dress. The other, the one called Alana, though she smiled, had a different look in her eyes. One that told something about her as did the dirt stains on her clothing. Duncan chuckled and turned to Cirus. "Well if I must chose, then I chose your daughter Alana." He turned back to Alana and smiled.

    Then he turned to her father Cirus once more. "Me men and I have ridden hard and long. Be there a place close by that we may wash away the dust and dirt of the long travel" The journey had been long and he could only imagine how they smelled. They basiclly lived in the same clothes the whole time and it had been quite warm and they had sweated quite a bit.

    "There be a stream just beyond those three there." he pointed to where it was. "Ye can put your horses in the barn there and I'll have me other daughter make a place there for you and your men to sleep tonight. Me wife has been preparing food for when ye would arrive. Once ye have cleaned up and put your horses up come on to the house and we can talk while we eat. "Alana, show them to the barn and then to the stream and come back and help ye mother and sister."

    "Before we go....." Duncan turned to Nathan and nodded. "I didn't know if ye had a horse to ride on the journey back to the Highlands, so I brought you one. She is yours to have, one of my finest. She is gentle and strong, and her name is Flower." Duncan chuckled, as Nathan brought forth the horse. She was brown with white stockings and a white patch on her fore head, and a black main and tail. "She loves to smell the flowers of the fields." again he chuckled, "So she has been named Flower." Duncan took the reins and handed them to Alana. Flower stepped forward and moved her head to rub against Alana.
     
  4. witchyspirit

    witchyspirit Big Depressed Member

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    The decision was earth shattering to Alana. For just a moment she thought about attacking Duncan and running, however that would only make things worse for everyone. She didn't like the King's order in the slightest but she'd obey. From what she had heard, nobody else liked this very much either. It was just something they had to suck up and deal with.

    With the reality that she'd be wed to someone she hardly knew right in front of her, she decided to finally take the time to look Duncan over. Alana was thankful he was handsome at least. He appeared strong, yet not in the same way the farm men were. No, his body seemed to be built like a warrior, and not a farmer. As much as she hated to admit it, that intrigued her, just a bit.

    At Cirus' words, Arabela went into the house to change and then prepare sleeping arrangements. Alana, on the other hand, turned her glaring eyes to her father. She wasn't really angry with him, she was just a bit angry at the situation. "Yes, Father," she said.

    She was just about to do as she was told, when Duncan started speaking. Alana's hard face softened at the sight of the mare. She absolutely loved animals in general, but she had a particular love for horses and dogs. When the reins were handed off to her, she held her hand out for Flower to sniff and rub against while sending a glance in Duncan's direction. "Flower is a fitting name, she's beautiful. Thank ye, Duncan," Alana said with a small dip of her head.

    She lead Flower forward a bit and turned back to look at the McCloud men. "If you're ready to see the barn now, feel free to follow," she said before starting forward with the horse.

    Alana didn't speak on the way to the barn, simply because she didn't know what to say. Once they reached the brown structure, she handed the reins back to Duncan so she could use both hands to slide open the heavy door. The inside of the barn was spacious with many stalls for horses, though only one horse was inside. Alana lead Flower to one of the free stalls. "If ye need any help with your horses, let me know," she called to the men.
     
  5. Questor

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    Duncan chuckled at the reaction of Alana towards Flower. It was evident that she loved animals. Once they reached the barn Duncan and the others lead their horses in and placed them into stalls and removed their saddles and made sure they had food and water before unpacking clean clothes and large towels from saddlebags. They would brush the horses down after they got their baths in the stream. Duncan walked beside Alana as they walked down to the stream. "I can tell ye not being much agreeing with this arranged marriage. I am not much pleased me self with it but like my father I am. He supported the King and so will I. Me thinks we should get to know each other some since we will be traveling a ways together before getting to the highlands." he told her. Indeed he figured it would be best to begin things off right and find out what kind of temperment his wife to be was and for her to know what he was like..

    "I know ye have heard stories of us Highlanders as we have heard stories of the Lowlanders. Some may be true and some just made up. I will begin by telling you some about me self. As ye know I am the Laird of me clan, the McClouds. I inherited the leadership of the clan when me father died of an illness. But he made sure I was ready for such a thing while I was growing up. I have been schooled by priests in Latin and French and in history and writing, and mathmatics. Me father made sure he brought in tutors that would teach me the proper manners of being a leader and the courtly ways of nobles. Though even with all this education I still managed to enjoy my life growing up and got me self into many fights and troubles along with me cousin there Angus." he grinned. "I love to hunt and do so when ever I can. Not for the sport of it, but to put meat on the table, for myself and for other families as well. Though the trill of the hunt is something as well. I do not suppose ye know how to use a bow. Many of the Highlander women do and some are better then the men with it. They also use the bow in battle when the need arrises."

    "I can tell by the way you look, ye like working in the fields, and by the look in your eyes ye have a mind of your own.. We Highlanders are a hard working people but we are also warriors, trained to fight from a young age to defend our lands. We not be uncouth and barbarians, though we do war among the clans at times. We love life and make the best of it and live it to the fullest. Me thinks it time for you to go back." he laughed. "Unless ye like watching men undress and run around naked." he grinned widely as the men began to remove their clothing. He left her a ways away from the other men and walked down to the stream removing his sword and tartan and his shirt, laying them on the ground by his clean ones.
     
  6. witchyspirit

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    At his words, Alana sighed. "I wanted to marry for love, like me parents. Their marriage is strong. I wanted somethin' like that. Like ye, though, I support the King and his choices. That's why I'm cooperating. That's also why I may seem angry at times, I'll get over it soon," she said with a shrug.

    As they walked and he talked, she listened to what he was saying. Alana was surprised that he suggested to get to know each other better. That's not how she pictured their marriage working at all, but she wasn't going to lie and say she was disappointed. She was actually a bit relieved to hear him speak in a friendly manor. She wasn't going to say anything, just listen to him and soak up the information. That is, until he mentioned hunting. Alana looked up at him. "Never been hunting, but I can show ye how to get the best meat out of cows and pigs. A bit similar, ay?" she said.

    At the mention of the bow, she shook her head. He was right, she didn't know how to use one. She didn't know how to use weapons at all, though she had used a shovel as one a few times when trespassers tried to steal from their fields. The memory of it made her smile a bit. When Duncan stopped, however, her smile faded a bit. "Right, enjoy your bath. Take your time, but don't keep me mother waiting too long. She worked hard on your meals, and she can get a little... moody," Alana said with a bit of a laugh before turning and starting back towards the house.

    She barely got ten steps in before Arabela came running up to her. "Are they at the stream?" Arabela asked.

    "Yep, just got there. Ye come lookin' for me?"

    "No. Lets go watch!" Arabela said before starting towards the stream. She was stopped by Alana's hand on her arm, though.

    "Arabela McNally, what has gotten into ye today? Why would we watch, we aren't children."

    "Highlander men are strong and handsome, you've seen that. I wasn't chosen, so I don't get to see. A little peek won't hurt, besides, aren't ye a little curious about your husband to be?"

    Alana scowled at her sister. "I wouldn't want him peeking at me and I'm gonna offer him the same courtesy. Now come on, ye perverted child, before I tell Father what you're trying to do," she commanded before dragging her unwilling sister back to the house to await the men.
     
  7. Questor

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    Duncan turned and saw Arabela running up to be met by Alana. He chuckled at the way the sister looked down at the men undressing. Alana got her sister turned around and marched her back towards the house. He then turned his attention back to shedding his clothing and marching into the cold water of the stream. It was not ice cold like those in the Highland but still it was not like a good hot bath where one could relax and let their sore muscles relax. Angus and the others were already washing and splashing water at each other. Duncan took a large bar of soap and began to scrub his entire body. Even if the water was cold, it felt good to rid himself of the sweat, and dirt that had attached itself to his body. But because the water was cold their baths were not long. Enough time to clean themselves good and hurry out to dry off and put on clean clothes. The warm air helped warm them as they gathered up their things and belted on their weapons. They quickly took their clothes to the stream and washed them the best they could. The made their way to the bar and hung the clothes to dry so they could be packed up in the morning when they were dry. They then headed over to the house and Duncan knocked on the door.

    Cirus opened it and let them in. At a large wood table his wife was placing the food on it. A hearty stew, with fresh bread and fresh baked pies. The smell of the food was heavenly and Duncan's stomach growled with anticipation. He looked over at Angus who he knew could eat for two men looking at the food with greedy eyes. "Mind ye manners Angus. This not be the castle and we be guests here."

    Angus looked at Duncan a hungry look on his face, but he nodded and took a seat at the table as did Duncan and the others. When all were seated. Cirus gave a short prayer of thanks for the food and then his wife began serving up the food and passing it around. The stew was hot and savory full of meat and vegtables. The bread seemed to melt in his mouth. It was a good meal, better then what they had made on their way there. While they ate, Cirus' wife looked over at Duncan and asked. "What will me daughter's duties be when ye be married." Cirus looked over at his wife a stern look on his face. It was evident he didn't like her asking such questions.

    Duncan smiled and nodded his head to her. "Well once we are wed, she will be the Lady McCloud and take over the duties of me mother. She will be in charge of the servants, making sure they are doing their work. She be informing the cooks what to prepare for meals and when we be having guests, making arrangements for their stay and assigning servents to take care of them. She also will be going with me when I go out through the clan's lands to visit the farmers and people to see if they need anything to make their lives good. There be plenty of time for her to be riding talking with the people of the town and once a month she be sitting with me as I hear complaints from our people and make judgement. She will be there to advise me on what she thinks on the matters. Me father had me mother sitting by his side doing this. He felt a woman had insight on things that a man might not and valued here thoughts, as I will."

    Alana's mother's eyes widened, "A castle? Servants?" Even Arabela's mouth dropped and her eyes went wide. They never had thought about such things or that there would be such things with the arranged marriage. Cirus to looked stunned.

    "I know ye probably think ye will never see your daughter again, but she be free to come visit here anytime she pleases and ye be welcome to visit as well anytime ye wish. Ye will be part of the McCloud clan. Any of your clan will be welcome to come and visit and trade as I hope the McClouds will be welcomed here. If there be trouble with another clan or anyone else, I will send men to help sort things out and fight for ye if need be. This I think is want the King wants."

    When the meal was done and the pies ate, The Highlanders stood and thanked Cirus' wife for such a delicious meal. "We will turn in for we will be leaving early in the morning to make some distance." he told Cirus. "Will ye walk with me back to the Barn?" he asked Alana. "Ye can tell me some about ye self."
     
  8. witchyspirit

    witchyspirit Big Depressed Member

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    While her mother and sister were jealous of the lavish life they were envisioning Alana living, Alana was nervous about it herself. She had never gone and ordered people around before, nor had her opinions been valued before in such a way. It felt like there was a responsibility about to be looming over her head. She could handle running the farm, but what if she gave bad advice to Duncan's people?

    Alana was just about to help her mother clean up from dinner when Duncan asked his question. She looked to her mother who nodded, then turned back to the man. "Certainly."

    She walked with him out of the house and through their yard. "I don't think I've had as interesting of a life as ye, but I still love it. Arabela and I are the first women born into the McNally Clan. They've always been blessed with boys, so ye can imagine me Father's face when we came out. Arabela would rather slack off in front of her mirror for hours rather than help around the farm, so I took on the responsibility of helping me Father meself. I don't like knowing people are working hard around me but I am doing nothing."

    Alana looked up at the sky as they walked, the setting sun painting it orange and pink. "Even though I wake up early to work, I stay up late enough to see the moon high in the sky often. I quite like it. I draw pictures of it's phases in me free time, though that isn't too often. The night is a pretty time. I do hope I can still do that when we get to the Highlands."

    Once they reached the barn, Alana paused outside the doors and looked up at him. "I wanted to thank ye for saying I could come back and visit when I wanted. We've heard stories of husbands keeping their wives locked away. We were admittedly a bit worried," she looked over at the barn, "I'm also sorry we have ye sleeping in the barn with the horses. We haven't any extra rooms for guests. Some nobles we are, right?"

    Alana pushed open the heavy doors once more before turning to look at him again. "Sleep well, Duncan," she said with a smile before starting back towards the house.
     
  9. Questor

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    Duncan smilled as she told him of her sisters ways. He had indeed chosen wisely. Alana seemed to be the one with the desire to work hard and make sure things were done. Her sister wanted to always look good and seemed to want pretty things, much like he had been told of Lowlander women. But he had a feeling that that was only a few, as Cirus' wife and Alana seemed to be the true way the Lowlander women were. "Oh ye be able to do much as ye please." he looked up at the sky and the bright colors as the sun began to set. "Me mother does as she pleases, tending to the garden, sewing, and riding, what ever makes her happy." As they reached the barn, he looked at her. "Me thinks ye need to learn the use of the bow. Like I said earlier, the women of the highlands know how to defend themselves and you should learn that as well. I will teach ye on the way to the Highlands. Tis not that hard to learn." As she said good night to him he nodded and smiled :"Sleep well and I will see you early tomorrow." he then entered the barn where his men were laying out their bed rolls on the soft straw..

    After laying out his bedroll, he brushed his horse down and talked quietly to him. He was tired but he did not feel like he would be able to fall asleep for a while. As his men settled down into their bedrolls he looked out the barn door at the night sky. The sun had set and the moon was up and shinning brightly. Not a full moon but a half moon, and it still lit up the night with the soft glow of its reflection. "Well mother." he whispered to himself, "Me thinks you will like her." he chuckled. She had worried he would not marry, even with several available highlander women that would have loved to be his wife. He was about to turn and head to his blankets when he spotted the torches in the distance coming their way. He stood there watching as the line of torches approached. Who would be coming to the farmstead that time of night he wondered. As they grew closer, he could tell they were carried by men on horse back. The hairs on the back of his neck rose as he had a bad feeling about the approaching men. "Up lads, trouble is a foot." he called out softly to the others.

    They rose to their feet and joined him at the door and looked out. "English!" Nathan spat on the ground. Indeed it was English Soldiers. A scowl appeared on Duncan's face and he slowly drew his sword. The English had been raiding and killing along the southern boarder of Scotland for some time, trying to instill fear in the people. These had come up further then that and it only meant they meant trouble. The English rode up and formed up by the house. One of them called out to the others , "Burn it all, and kill everyone. There be no marriages between clans here!"

    Duncan pushed the barn door open hard and began running towards the English with his sword at the ready. He was followed by Angus and the others. Halfway to the house, Duncan and the other Highlanders gave out their battle cries causing the English to turn and look in surprise at them. They had not expected the Highlanders to have arrived so early. Duncan and the others were among them in no time and five men fell from their horses before they could draw a weapon, their blood soaking the ground. The horses were startled and moved about nervously causing the English to try and control them. But most were able to draw swords, but it was to no avail. Evidently these English had never fought Highlanders before. They expected Scots that bore pitchforks and the like, not swords and know how to use them. Some of the English were thrown by their horses and hit the ground hard.
     
  10. witchyspirit

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    During the walk back to the house, Alana debated going to sleep herself. Duncan did mention they'd be leaving early. She turned her gaze back up to the sky as she walked for a few moments. It was a beautiful sunset, and would probably be an even more beautiful night. Alana decided she'd stay up that night, just long enough to see the moon over her farm one last time.

    When the sky turned dark and the sun fully set, Alana left her room and made her way to their backyard. From there, she made her way up a wooden ladder that was propped against the side of the house and relaxed on the roof. She had done this ever since she was a child. Alana could remember all the times her father scolded her for being so high up, though he never once locked away the ladder. She had a suspicion he only did that because her mother asked him to.

    Alana was just about to head off to bed when she heard the cries from the Highlanders. She froze for a moment, many thoughts going through her mind. Had this been a set up? Were they attacking her family? Had something happened to them? She decided to see for herself and carefully crawled to the side of the roof overlooking the scene. Her eyes widened for just a moment in surprise before she realized the Highlanders were fighting the English. Her surprise turned into something akin to rage. Duncan and his men appeared to be faring just fine, but it didn't sit right with Alana to just do nothing. She looked around for a moment, then scowled when she realized there was no weapon on the roof. Of course, she wasn't sure what she had been expecting to find. She thought, then looked down at Duncan.

    "Ye need any help?" she called down to him.

    She didn't want to just jump down from the roof and insert herself into the conflict. Getting in their way wouldn't be beneficial to her or her family.
     
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    Duncan swung his sword battering back the one that had spoke earlier. He was evidently the leader of the dozen plus soldiers. He may have been a well trained soldier but he lacked practice with the sword. Oh he was good against unarmed or poorly armed men, but those with training and experience in battle, he was no match for Duncan. The man's head left his shoulders and rolled up against the house. The Door opened and Cirus came out fighting mad with a sword and joined the Highlanders in the fight. He heard Alana's voice from above and grinned. "Ah Me thinks we have this handled." and brought his sword up to block a savage blow from another soldier. The English were now all a foot having been dragged off their horses, thrown from them or by some other means. The horses scattered out of the way trampling a couple of the soldiers that had been thrown from theirs. The area in front of the house was covered in blood and bodies of the English as the Highlanders and Cirus took them down. When it was all over only two Englishmen survived, having thrown down their weapons and surrendered.

    Duncan stood there breathing hard and looking about him. None of his Highlanders had been wounded. They were good and that was why he had picked them to accomany him. Nathan tied the two Englishmen up and sat them on the ground. William went to gather up the horses, almost twenty of them and took them to a coral by the barn. "Well done." he grinned at Cirus. It was evident he had experience in fighting. "We'll drag the bodies away from the house a distance. In the morning ye might get some of the villagers to help ye bury them. "Their horses are yours, their armor and weapons, see to it that able body men are given them to help protect the clan." he told Cirus. Once William returned he had him and Angus and Johnathan drag the bodies away and pile them up a distance away, and strip them of their armor and weapons.

    He looked up at the roof of the house and chuckled. "Ye can come down now." She had been willing to help fight but had no means to. She had spirit which was good. He was beginning to like her. She was not what he had expected. Arablel and Cirus' wife emerged from the house clinging to one another. They looked at the dead bodies with horror in their eyes. "Back in the house." he told the two. "There be nothing ye can do out here and tis no place for ya." The two women retreated into the house. "I will ride into the village tonight and have them send out warnings to the other clans about of what happened here and might with them. I"ll bring back men to bury the bodies. The sooner the better. "My horses, ye say?" as he realized what Duncan had said. A broad smile formed on his lips. For horses of the caliber that the English rode would fetch a high price. He moved to the corral and selected one of them and mounted it. "I be back in a few hours." he then rode off.

    Duncan motioned for Alana to move down the roof and said. "I'll catch you, come on." he held out his arms to catch her.
     
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    Alana watched the carnage from her perch on the roof, however her pale face hardly showed a shred of emotion besides anger. Of course, the fact human lives had to be taken was sad. However, it was necessary. If it hadn't been the English, it would've been them. That thought made her watch Duncan. Her father could fight, but not well enough to hold off that many men. Had the Highlanders not been there, they would have likely been murdered. Duncan could have even snuck away with his men and been free of the marriage order - for now at least. He stayed and protected them instead. That information alone made her trust him, maybe even like him. Just a little.

    When Duncan held out his arms, Alana smiled a bit and shook her head. "I have a ladder back here. Wouldn't want to hurt ye after your battle. I appreciate the offer though, Duncan," she said as she turned and made her way back to the ladder.

    Once she was back on the ground, she came around the side of the house to approach him. "Thank you for taking care of the English men. You and your men were very brave," she commented before looking down at the ground around them, "now hopefully we get some rain soon. Else me mother will faint every time she comes out here and sees all this blood."

    Alana wasn't sure herself why she wasn't phased at the sight of the blood. She'd never been bothered by it, even when she was a girl. The moment she was old enough, she'd helped her father kill the livestock and harvest the meat. Arabela and her mother didn't have the stomach for it, so Alana pushed herself to help. Even though it bothered her a lot at first because of how much she loved the animals. For a moment, she wondered what her father will do once she's not around to help.

    She didn't have long to ponder on that, however, because Arabela came bursting out of the house and rushing over to the two. "Alana, were ye on the roof again? During that? Mother is worried about ye but didn't want to come out."

    "Well then, she isn't that worried is she?" Alana said, looking over at her sister.

    A wicked grin came over Arabela's face. "You're right, I just didn't want ye alone with him before your wedding night. That's a sin, y'know," her sister teased.

    Alana stared at her twin for a few seconds, saying nothing, before turning to look back at Duncan. "Right, anyway, I'll be taking her inside now. I will see you tomorrow morning." Just like before, Alana dragged her still grinning and giggling sister back towards the house. Arabela waved at Duncan before being dragged inside.
     
  13. Questor

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    Duncan grinned at her comments and waited for her to come down. When she came around and thanked him for taking care of the English, he smiled. "Well now, can't have me bride to be family murdered. Besides they be a thorn in every Scots side. They have been burning and murdering all along the boarder and deserve no less then they got here tonight. Me thinks war be coming and the King knows it." The sight of the blood and dead bodies did not bother her. Alana's comments about her mother and sister again told him that he had chosen the right twin. Such a sight was not common in the Highlands, but when there was a battle between clans, it was not a pretty sight. Arabela came running out and Duncan laughed at what she said about Alana and him being alone together. It seemed that her sister might be married off sooner then one thought. He watched the two reenter the house and then turned to see Nathan staring at Arabela. Again he let out a laugh and shook his head. He knew that look all to well.

    Duncan made sure the bodies were removed and the two prisoners taken to the barn to be watched over until Cirus would return with the men from the village. They would be able to take them back and deal with them. Perhaps send word to the King that they had English prisoners. He imagined the King might like to have a couple of them to question, and then hang. He passed Nathan and turned him around to face the barn. "Ye can ask her father in the morning before we leave., now of to bed with ye." Yes he had a feeling what the lad was wanting to do. He would be coming back down to the McNally Farm and courting Alana's sister, that is if Cirus would allow it. More then likely he would be working the farm as well with Cirus. It would be something that Duncan would not mind having the lad do. His parents had two other sons that helped work the large farm in the Highlands and they were one of the more wealthy of the clan with cattle and horses along with the farm. Alana's sister, if she was willing that is, couldn't do much better. Nathan was a handsome lad only a couple years younger then himself..

    They took turns watching the English Soldiers and got some sleep. When Cirus returned Duncan turned the two prisoners over to the villagers. The men looked at Duncan, giving him nods of respect. Cirus had told them of what they had did and when they saw the bodies of the English they knew what he had said was true. By morning the bodies were buried and the armor and weapons loaded on a cart to be taken back to the village. Cirus managed to sell a couple of the horses for a good sum of money. He was a happy man when the sun rose and the villagers left. Duncan and the others were up and had the horses saddled and ready to go. Cirus was still up, tired but he wanted to see his daughter off. Nathan approached him and Duncan chuckled as he seen the two talk. The way the lad smiled as he walked back to mount up on his horse told the whole story. Duncan waited with the others for Alana to come out with what ever she would be taking with her. Flower was saddled and ready to go.
     
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    It wasn't long before Alana exited the house, followed by her mother and Arabela. Alana was dressed in some of her father's old clothes. It wasn't a common occurrence for women to wear anything other than dresses in the slightest, and it was obvious by the look on Alana's mother's face that she looked down on such a thing. However, Alana didn't seem to even care. She just simply walked with her family over to the men, wearing a gray shirt that was only a bit over sized, a pair of black slacks, and the ghost of a smile on her face. "Ye have to get over it, Mother," she was saying, "its too long of a ride to wear a dress. Its difficult enough as is to ride a horse in a dress for a few minutes."

    "Forgive me for not wanting me daughter to look like a man in front of her husband and his Clan."

    "We're too beautiful to look like men, no matter how we dress," Arabela chimed in. Alana's twin caught sight of the smiling Nathan and looked at him for a few moments before smiling as well and turning back to the conversation.

    "Even if I look like a man, I hardly care. I am making the trip easier, that's all I care about. I'll always wear dresses after if ye just let it go," Alana offered as she adjusted her grip on her bag. She wasn't traveling heavy, but she wasn't traveling light either. Her mother had loomed over her shoulder as she packed and made sure she included most of the clothes she owned.

    The mother stared at her for a moment, before her face softened and she drew Alana in for a hug. "Wear what ye want. Just be safe and visit soon."

    After a few seconds of hugging between the two, Alana pulled away and locked eyes with Arabela. The twins didn't say anything, they just smiled, laughed, and turned away from each other. Arabela moved to stand beside her mother as Alana finally approached Flower. She stroked the horse's neck while she looked over at Duncan. "Sorry if ye were waiting long for me," she apologized before looking over at Cirus.
     
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    Duncan helped Alana up into her saddle and tied her baggage to the back of the saddle. "Family is always first." he smiled as he looked up at her. Turning ti Cirus, "I be sending down and escort and a wagon, prepared to make the trip up to the highlands more comfortable for you.. The Escort and wagon will be here in plenty of time to pick you up and bring you all up to the wedding." He then mounted his horse and turned it towards the west, and moved up beside Alana. "Be a few days before we reach the Highlands." he told her. "A long a weary trip it will be." With a nod to Cirus he put his heals to his horses flanks and the journey back began. "When we stop later in the day, I will show you the use of the bow."

    Nathan moved up next to Arabela and leaned down. "I'll be back." he grinned. "Talked to ye father I have and he is agreeable to me courting you.. Be working her on the farm helping him as well." he turned his grin in to a smile. He then urged his horse on and caught up with the others.

    It was not long before the farm was out of sight. The pace was not fast nor was it a gentle walk. Duncan wanted to make some distance before night but they would have to stop more often since they had Alana with them. Highlanders were use to being in the saddle or on the move on foot for long periods of time. Their first stop was a bout mid morning to let everyone stretch and Duncan removed the bow from its wrapping and strung it. Removing the quiver of arrows from the saddle He spotted a lone tree. "Now this is how you string the bow." He undid it and restrung it. Drawing an arrow from the quiver he nocked it and then told her, "You look at what you want to shoot, bring the bow up as you draw back on the string." As he spoke he did what he said. "There be different bows for different people. I might have to have one made specificly for you but we will see. Now once you have pulled the string back with the arrow, as far as you can, you will need to look down the shaft of the arrow and line up your target. Once you have you take a deep breath and let it out and release the arrow." He did as he said and the arrow leaped from the bow and flew to the tree and embedded itself in it. "This is a close target so a straight shot is all that is required. Targets further away take a bit more, but I will show you that as well."

    Handing her the bow, he made sure her left hand was set propperly on the bow and then handed her an arrow to nock. "Take ye time and relax. If you be tense it will effect the way you shoot." he told her.
     

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