He looked up at me and I down at him.

For a few moments we were both quite still.
"It is the tale of Ian Red Hand and Dark Malcolm you are reading ?" he said, at last.
"And Wee Brown Elspeth, who was fought for and killed," I added, slowly.
Angus nodded his head with a sad face.

"It was the only way for a father," he said.

"A hound of hell was Ian.

Such men were savage beasts in those days, not human." I touched the manuscript with my hand questioningly.