“Come in,” Bennett said.
The door opened, and a guard entered. "My Lord Bennett, a Scotsman has requested an audience with you."
"Bring the men together. Today, we We are going to bury a Scotsman,” he said with a smile.
Nora’s heart jumped to her throat as she ran towards the window, hoping to see him.
She did, in fact, see a man on a horse at thegate.
"Jonan," she exhaled.
But on a closer look, something seemed odd.
That is not Jonan...