The Border Hostage (2001)
The Border Hostage
“He had rolled about in pain most of the night and feared that his heart was the culprit. He summoned Bothwick, the hairy giant who was the castle steward and sometime surgeon. Bothwick had much experience in pulling teeth and lancing boils, but internal maladies were beyond his ken.
“I'm cursed!” The florid face and sagging jowls belied the fact that the Lord of Galloway had once been a handsome devil. His hands massaged his barrel chest that over the years had slipped down into a paunch. “What can ye give me tae stop this pain in ma chest?” he demanded petulantly.
“Whisky!” Bothwick suggested the panacea for all pain.
“Whisky my arse! I've drunk the castle dry since Elizabeth abandoned me. God's passion, women can be vengeful. I'm cursed, I tell ye.”
“The Gypsies are back in Galloway Valley. Why don't I fetch Old Meg? She has some powerful remedies.”
Rob fixed Bothwick with a baleful eye. He and Meg were bound by old hatreds. For Bothwick to suggest bringing his Gypsy adversary must ...mean that his steward thought he was dying.MoreLess
“I'm cursed!” The florid face and sagging jowls belied the fact that the Lord of Galloway had once been a handsome devil. His hands massaged his barrel chest that over the years had slipped down into a paunch. “What can ye give me tae stop this pain in ma chest?” he demanded petulantly.
“Whisky!” Bothwick suggested the panacea for all pain.
“Whisky my arse! I've drunk the castle dry since Elizabeth abandoned me. God's passion, women can be vengeful. I'm cursed, I tell ye.”
“The Gypsies are back in Galloway Valley. Why don't I fetch Old Meg? She has some powerful remedies.”
Rob fixed Bothwick with a baleful eye. He and Meg were bound by old hatreds. For Bothwick to suggest bringing his Gypsy adversary must ...mean that his steward thought he was dying.MoreLess
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