Copyright 2011, Jackie Ivie
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“Heave, lads! A bairn wouldn’t feel that gentle touch!” Grunts followed Gavynn’s cry, but little else. “Put your backs and arms into it!”
“Perhaps you could put your mouth into it as well?”
One of the lumps of straining men muttered it. Gavynn ignored him. He had to. Iain’s freedom depended on it. And the man wasn’t accurate. Gavynn had been right in the struggle with them until he’d stepped away to assess their progress, and lack, thereof. From what could be seen.
Rainfall washed them, making it difficult to see. That was just and right and necessary. Rain helped hide perfidy such as pulling down a castle wall, cloaking the thirty-four men anchored to its base with a series of thickly woven ropes.