“People assumed that because of my size I was brave. The MacCrae brothers were unstoppable, at least that’s what our kinsmen believed. And in Jamie’s case, it was true. Whenever I faced an exploit that terrified me, like scaling the castle turret or repelling from a cliff, Jamie would say in a low voice meant only for my ear, “You’re no’ scairt. You’re Prince Duncan MacCrae.” I would reply, “The valiant . . .” To which, he would add, “The daring . . .” And I would conclude, “The ...fearless . . .” And then he would give me a shove toward whatever it was that was giving me pause and I would go and do it. We stood at the base of a cliff, contemplating the obstacle separating us from the others—an almost vertical rock face. The ring’s guidance had unmistakably led to Armpit Cave. When Jamie and I had discovered the cavern as lads, we thought we were the only ones on earth who’d set foot in it.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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