“Go on,” she encouraged. “What did the MacBain do to him?”
“Goaded the man past bearing. Did it exactly the way Sir Belden would do to another. Niggling, smirking, poking fun. Kept at him until he demanded Rob fight him.”
Andy chuckled and shook his head. “The man will think twice afore he strikes up another match over some piddling words.”
“MacBain defeated him soundly, did he?” she asked, ripping off another chunk of bread.
“You might say that. They was squared off, y’see.” Wee Andy demonstrated, standing with his short legs spread, stretching his arms as if about to draw his blade for attack.
“Go on, finish it!” Mairi encouraged, eager to hear the outcome.
Andy nodded and shifted his stance. “Then Robbie slides that huge sword of his out of its scabbard and holds it gleaming in the sun, evil grin on his face, looking ready to fight to the death.” He narrowed his eyes at Mairi, but his lips quivered with barely contained mirth, spoiling the effect.
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