The Highlander nodded. "I would give my sporran filled ten times with gold to have my hand on Simon.What devil's luck to be marching south with that old fox in our rear!"
The boy pulled up a chair to the table. "Since we have missed the big game, let us follow the less. I'm for supper, if this gentleman will permit us to share a feast destined for another. Sit down, sir, and fill your glass. You are not to be blamed for not being a certain Scots lord. Lovel, I dare say, is an honester name than Lovat!"
