“You have reason,” said the king shortly.
“His majesty must set great value on your heads if he sends his whole fleet to succour you.”
“He does.”
“How did he know you were here if you did not break your parole and communicate with Stirling?”
“The king knows there is more going on in Skye than the making of strong drink. I did not break my parole, neither did MacDonald.”
“In spite of what you said to me, you must have told the king before you left Stirling where you were going.”
“I did not.”
“Then word must have been brought to him from Skye?”
“It was not.”