Enjoying the lamb stuffed with garlic and onions, and covered with vinegared fish sauce, Lord Ouisdin looked casually at the captive moaning before him, one of the poor man's ears was in front of his silver platter, and the dagger from which he had cut off the ear was inserted between the ribs of the mutton, and into his mouth, where blood stained the blackened sauce.

"Tell your master that his mother is in my hands, and if he does not deliver up my dear lady, then even if he hides in the cave of hell, I will pull him out and throw him before the High King of Alba."

With that, Uisdin ordered the release of the Morai captive, leaving him alone in the hall that had once belonged to the Count of Marsnekta.

The Count of Morley was still hiding in the northern fortress, where his most elite men were located, and Donald was clearly reluctant to go deep into enemy territory to besiege the fortified fortress, and his men and horses were content to enjoy half a month's harvest, and just like that, a feast of cattle slaughter took place out of season. The cattle that had been plundered from the Molai had their hamstrings cut and the soldiers were pushed to the ground in terror, while others swung their axes and slammed them into the foreheads, and then, their still twitching bodies, were dragged aside and skinned and slaughtered with long daggers by the women and children of the captives, and the smell of blood and cow dung was in the air, which almost drove the hounds mad, and some of the soldiers threw a piece of entrail into their middle from time to time, causing a burst of biting and fighting.

The brutality of the southern army is still escalating, and if at first, the Molay would have thought it was an ordinary cattle raid, now the Scots have proved that what they want is an all-out war, even total conquest! All the lords and people had their eyes set on their great chieftain, who wished to take revenge on the invaders, and could not accept that the Count himself continued to hide behind the walls of Inverness.

"Now I must get out of here, my dear sister." The Count's voice was so calm that it could smell death, and opposite him, Madame de Grooch wore a veil on her head, and only a pair of eyes as deep as a lake showed a sad look.

"Go ahead and tell those people how we Molay treat Scottish mongrels. Don't forget that I will always pray for you, and may the Merciful Lord bless you in peace and well. ”

"You are like our heroic grandmother." "If I fail to return," said the Count of Morley, "you must protect yourselves and tell the boy that he has an uncle who loves him more than his own children." ”

Tears filled Glouoch's eyes, and in the distance, a mist from the dark sea blew through the bazaar of Leskimlad and hung over the towers of the castle, the lights of which were dim and pale.

The brightly armored Count Morais said goodbye to his sister and walked among his men, where a banner embroidered with a blue stag fell right above the fortress. In the eyes of Madame Gluoch, whose neck resembled a swan, the scene was full of ominous meaning, and she even remembered the lunar eclipse before Candlemas and whether the change in the heavens was a harbinger of doom on earth. She had heard Edgar mention the great comet before Hastings, could it be that the Morai would suffer the same fate? At such a moment, she almost wanted to go back to her lover's arms and cry.

The land of mist and darkness is like the Underworld of Heim, and the Count reminds his Highland warriors: "Do not forget your oath, and do not forget the swords you carry!" Say goodbye to comfort, goodbye to weakness! Because the road is long and hard, we must break through the darkness of slavery, break free from the confinement of this narrow land between the mountains and the deep sea, and march towards the city under the bright stars! ”

The treasures of the northern Gaelic people shimmered as they rushed to battle under the command of their lords, crushing through the weeds and moss of the narrow roads and entering the red mountains that smelled of decay. The warriors of Morais, unwilling to alarm the red-eared hounds that had brought death, put away their swords and spears, and ceased their hunting until they passed through the bare and rugged barren mountains and entered the territory of the Scots.

The Count of Morais's men soon spotted the enemy, the young sentry was in the middle of the plain, the enemy did not realize the danger that was imminent, and the Molay people did not give him any chance, the arrows shot from the mist killed him directly, and then the whole army of Gaels stepped into the vast and free land, and behind them, huge rocks looked down on the endless highland pastures from the top of the mountain.

On the mounds and ramparts of Inverness, the black-veiled Lady Glouoch remained awake all night, and her dreams were constantly haunted by the wailing of the mourning banshee, so she went up to the city wall and looked out, whether it was the deep ravine where the lake was hidden, or the distant sea with its floating ice and sharp teeth, all shrouded in the darkness of despair, and the calamities and evils were innumerable, and treachery was only one of them, and Glouohe sometimes regretted his frivolous audacity in the past, which brought such misfortune to the people; Sometimes she cursed her husband, the cruel and unforgiving man, like a ghost, and every now and then she seemed to see Edgar's soft face again, and all her chagrin and anger subsided, as if the mere presence of the man in his thoughts brought hope.

The days lasted until one ordinary morning, when a group of black-robed knights appeared under the castle, their horses were not of the Morai breed, and the glow of iron armor faintly appeared under the robes. The soldiers of the garrison came to Madame de Grooch with desperation in their tones, the noble woman had untied all her treasures, and her countenance was obscured by a veil so that no one could see her expression.

"Whatever the outcome, it's going to be over now." She thought so, her slender fingers clasped together, and the coolness seeped through her fingertips, which made her more awake.

Vigilance and hostility still permeated the gates, and the Molai arrows were aimed at the black-robed knights, who would shoot them all if they didn't say a word.

A black figure appeared, and as soon as he saw this figure, the knight led below dismounted and unmounted his helmet, revealing his true face, and then shouted in a loud voice: "Madame, I have come to take you to Scotland!" ”

Glouoch almost fell to the ground in an instant, and the person below was not a minion sent by her husband, but Etherstein, the chief of guard of Queen Margaret of Alba. She knew that she was safe for the time being, but the presence of this knight meant something else at the same time - his brother had been defeated.

In that year, the King of Scotland captured Marsneckta and his mother, as well as all his best men, all his treasures and livestock, and Duncan's descendants once again trampled Macbeth's successor under their feet.