In the Spey River Valley, east of Inverness, you can glimpse the stone carvings of the ancient Picts with discs and lightning bolts carved into the barren grass. A group of Highland warriors rode on horseback of archipelago and Icelandic ancestry, a small horse with only 13 hands or less, but a very large head and a mane that fell like a waterfall, all of whom were tall and even too large for their mounts, but they drove mercilessly, as if they were racing against the sun.

When the burly Gaelic lord arrived at Elgin, he unfastened his helmet and threw it into the hands of the guards, his baldness being revealed. If it weren't for the cruelty of this guy, the Molay people might have transferred the title of the newly built Elgin Church to his head - the Northern Lighthouse. Ever since Uisdin had taken control of the region, however, he had been working tirelessly to wipe out the power of the Count of Morai, and the persecution methods were too harsh even by the standards of the highlands, so that the fearful northerners would not dare to make such jokes on him.

At this time, Uisdin did not waste his energy on the remnants of the bandits, and he was planning to get his wife back from the king of Alba, and by the way, he could be officially canonized, so that he could rule the north in the name of Gruohe.

"Tell me, Orn, what are the guys over there who dare to tarnish my vision doing?" The roar of Ouisdin was terrifying like the roar of a dragon, and if his appearance was once handsome, years of violent temper had completely ruined it.

It was a long time before the guard (Deaisbard) returned to the impatient lord.

"My lord, it's a group of priests arguing with a pair of civilians."

Uisdin began to wonder what kind of commoners would dare to quarrel with the servants of God? He decided to come and meet such a bold figure, and the iron-clad lord came to the pile of gray-robed monks, and to his great disappointment, the man who was said to dare to quarrel with the priests looked inconspicuous, the kind that could be found everywhere in the fish market, and the woman was a beautiful woman in her youth, but the excessive labor had already ruined the appearance given by God.

"What the hell are you arguing about?" The appearance of Uisdin startled everyone.

Then the eldest of the monks began to salute the new lord, and the couple looked horrified, which did not raise the slightest question, is there anyone in Morai today who is not afraid of the noble man in front of him?

Uisdin decided to start with the couple, feeling that if he let the clergy speak first, he would probably not have to listen to them again.

"We just want our baby back......" The man was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"That kid has to be thoroughly examined, and maybe exorcism." The old monk's tone was so unequivocal that he even forgot about the existence of Uistin, much to the latter's displeasure, but the content of the exorcism still attracted the lord's attention.

Then the old friar, who had a withered appearance, told the cause of the incident, and it turned out that the child they were talking about was only eight years old, but he had killed a man a few days earlier, and he was a brother in the order.

"Please, let him go, our Angus is a good boy and will never have anything to do with the devil." The man began to plead, revealing the true colors of all small people. Uisdin did not underestimate the other party because of this, his life experience had already allowed him to see through the different masks of hierarchical status, that those "Lords" and "Excellencies" were just hungry beasts. The old man was undoubtedly a saint in disguise, his hands were free of calluses from work and prayer, and were almost as smooth as a woman's, yet the man kneeling was a true father.

But why should he help this pair of ordinary fools and fools? He will be the great chief of Molai, ruling over all the Gaelic and Picts in the north, and what he needs is the support of the Church.

There was only one thing, he wanted to take a look at the child.

But it was this little thing that changed everything, and the old monk tried so hard to refuse to hand over the boy, and even more strangely, the couple also changed their position, they were not at all eager to see their child at once, and the woman looked especially frightened, and from time to time her eyes swept over the broadsword hanging from the girdle of the silver chainmail of Ouistin.

"Orn, go and bring that little bastard, I want to see what kind of monster this demon-possessed creature is."

It was as if nothing in the world would surprise him, but the moment the boy appeared in front of everyone, the Gael-lord immediately became strange, he looked like he was frozen, his eyes were blue, and his beard was upturned, an expression that almost frightened the child's parents.

The lord of the sword suddenly stared at the woman, and in the midst of such an awkward gaze, he blushed his face and ears red, and in such an awkward atmosphere, Uisdin burst out laughing.

"You've been in Marsnecota's court, haven't you?" He asked suddenly.

Before the woman could deny it, the lord turned to the boy: "You are Angus?" ”

Uisdin saw a familiar look on his immature face, a fleeting look of non-anger and self-authority, like the young Count of Morai.

He nodded: "There will be no mistake, it's just that that arrogant guy is hiding such a secret." "Uisdin seems to be playing with something.

"Tell us what's going on, kid."

The boy named Angus was at first a little confused, then showed another look of hatred, which was directed towards the group of monks. His voice, though immature, has a convincing ability, and if he is lying, it must be the most delicate lie in the world.

"So, he told you at the time that he wanted you to show your 'little pomegranate'?" Uisdin confirmed, and the woman whimpered as she spoke.

The boy nodded, and went on to describe how the wicked monk stroked his cheeks and thighs, and then marveled at the smoothness of his skin while muttering repentance, a chaotic language interspersed with strange diminutions that would seem filthy even in the mouth of an eight-year-old child.

"You mean, he seduced you with a glowing book and promised to teach you to read, and then did something like that to you?"

"Three nights, three nights he left a sticky liquid on me," the boy's voice trembled a little, "and on the last day, I hid in the bell tower, and he came up and called my name, and then, as the crow began to crow, I pushed him down. ”

The woman finally screamed, and she rushed forward to bite the gray-robed old man, and her husband did not say a word, neither hindered his wife, nor joined her.

"Enough! I decided to take this child with me, and he will be my adopted son from now on. "As for you, my Excellency, if you don't want this scandal to reach the ears of the king, you'd better compensate them obediently, and my guards will stay here to make sure that the money is not swallowed by your men." ”

Angus looked up, his delicate face was covered with red scars, and the tall lord in front of him could make everyone present tremble, but he didn't feel any fear, but it was the gray guys that made the young man shudder.