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“Forfeit, and live to see another day, you fool,” John said, striking a blow toward Simon’s shoulder. “I will plead for clemency on your behalf.”
Simon weaved and ducked. “Another day of James’s rule? I’d rather die, you filthy bastard. How could you do this to me?” He swung and missed.
“To you?” John cried. “You gave no thought at all of sacrificing Fiona. This is no different.”
They battled in a circle, moving round pews and over kneeling benches, coming ever closer to the women. Fiona looked about for a weapon of her own. She’d join this fight and see it end. She plucked an iron candlestick from its hook upon the wall.
Simon jumped a bench and huffed from the effort. “Fiona is nothing but a girl,” he cried. “You were my brother!” He lunged, slicing John upon the arm.
John winced and clutched the wound, nearly slipping on the rushes. Simon smiled with deadly intent, sensing triumph. He thrust with all his might toward John’s chest.
Genevieve screamed and tried to jump forward, but Fiona held her back and watched the blow fall short.
A sudden look of amazement claimed Simon’s face. His weapon clattered to the floor, and he clutched his own chest. Between his fingers, the tip of a blade protruded through his ribs. He’d been skewered from behind.
The king stepped around him, breathing fast, a smile of victory upon his face. “He may have been your brother, you traitorous cur. But I am your king.”
The battle had ended. Simon and the priest lay dead upon the floor, along with far too many good and loyal men. Fiona brushed a tear from her cheek and searched the faces of those still standing, though it was hard to see through the haze of thickening smoke.
At last she saw him, standing on the far side of the chapel, battered but alive. Her husband!
He seemed to be looking through the smoke as well. Then he turned and caught her eye. A tired smile tipped the corners of his mouth. She stepped away from Margaret as Myles hurried across the room. His arms, wondrous and steady, pulled her tight against him.
It was over. The fighting and the plotting and the fear. She could hardly breathe from the relief of it. Tomorrow, she would grieve for Simon and the men they’d lost, but in this moment, all she would do was cling to Myles and thank the Lord for finally listening to her prayers.
The king approached, clasping John upon the shoulder. “’Twas no easy thing you did, young Campbell. But you have proven your loyalty. Your father will be proud.”
John nodded once, solemn. “I pray he is successful in capturing the Sutherland chief this night.”
“I have no doubt all the traitors will be vanquished.”
“And what will become of the Clan Sinclair?” John asked.
The king looked around the smoke-hazed chapel and at the flames licking up the wall and along the roofline. “I’ll think on that. But for now, let’s leave this place before it burns around us.”
Fiona’s brother turned away and spotted Genevieve. At last, he smiled and held out his hand. The maid gave a tiny cry and moved forward to clasp it.
Myles pulled Fiona toward the door as John gathered Genevieve and Margaret to his sides.
“Out, one and all!” the king shouted.
They filed from the chapel, and fast as tinder turned to flames, word spread among the clan that Simon Sinclair was their laird no more.
Fiona stood between Myles and the king and watched the fighting in the bailey cease as each man laid down his weapon and picked up a bucket to help extinguish the flames of the chapel. They worked in unison, Sinclair next to Campbell, united by a common purpose. Tomorrow, there would be still be wounds to heal, hearts to mend, and sadly, dead to bury, but the feuding was no more. This time the truce would hold.
Fiona turned a smile toward her husband and felt her joy grow, much like their child within her. A Campbell-Sinclair union. Yes, this time the truce would hold.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"Kehilangan, dan hidup untuk melihat hari yang lain, Anda bodoh," kata John, mencolok pukulan ke arah bahu Simon's. "Aku akan mengaku pengampunan atas nama Anda."Simon berkelok-kelok dan berlindung. "Hari lain pemerintahan James's? Aku lebih suka mati, Anda bajingan kotor. Bagaimana bisa Anda melakukan hal ini padaku?" Ia mengayunkan dan merindukan."Untuk Anda?" John menangis. "Anda memberikan pikiran tidak semua Fiona mengorbankan. Hal ini tidak berbeda."Mereka berjuang dalam lingkaran, bergerak bangku-bangku yang bulat dan bangku berlutut, datang semakin dekat kepada perempuan. Fiona mencari senjata sendiri. Dia bergabung melawan ini dan melihatnya berakhir. Ia mencabut kandil besi dari hook yang atas tembok.Simon melompat bangku dan huffed dari usaha. "Fiona adalah tidak lain hanyalah seorang gadis," ia menangis. "Kau saudaraku!" Ia menerjang, mengiris John atas lengan.John meringis dan mencengkeram luka, hampir tergelincir pada demam. Simon tersenyum dengan maksud mematikan, penginderaan kemenangan. Dia didorong dengan sekuat menuju John's dada.Genevieve menjerit dan mencoba melompat maju, tapi Fiona menahannya dan menyaksikan pukulan jatuh pendek.Tiba-tiba melihat keheranan mengklaim Simon's wajah. Clattered senjatanya ke lantai, dan ia mencengkeram dada sendiri. Antara jari, ujung pisau menganjung melalui tulang rusuk. Ia telah telah ditusuk dari belakang.Raja melangkah di sekelilingnya, bernapas cepat, senyum kemenangan dengan mukanya. "Ia mungkin telah saudaramu, skr berkhianat. "Tetapi aku raja Anda."Pertempuran telah berakhir. Simon dan imam meletakkan terbaring lantai, bersama dengan terlalu banyak laki-laki yang baik dan setia. Fiona disikat robekan dari pipi nya dan mencari wajah orang-orang yang masih berdiri, meskipun itu sulit untuk melihat melalui kabut asap penebalan.Akhirnya dia melihat dia, berdiri di sisi jauh Kapel, babak belur tetapi hidup. Suaminya!Dia sepertinya melihat melalui asap serta. Kemudian dia berubah dan menangkap matanya. Senyum lelah Tip sudut-sudut mulutnya. Dia melangkah menjauh dari Margaret sebagai Myles bergegas di seluruh kamar. Tangannya, menakjubkan dan mantap, menariknya ketat terhadap dirinya.Itu berakhir. Pertempuran dan merencanakan dan ketakutan. Dia nyaris tidak bisa bernapas dari relief itu. Besok, dia akan berduka untuk Simon dan orang-orang yang mereka telah kehilangan, tetapi pada saat ini, semua yang dia akan lakukan adalah melekat Myles dan bersyukur kepada Tuhan untuk akhirnya mendengarkan doanya.Raja mendekati, menggenggam John atas bahu. "' Sungguh ada hal mudah yang Anda lakukan, Campbell muda. Tapi Anda telah membuktikan kesetiaan Anda. Ayah Anda akan bangga.John sekali, mengangguk khidmat. "Aku berdoa ia berhasil menangkap kepala Sutherland malam ini.""Saya yakin semua pengkhianat akan berhasil mengalahkannya.""Dan apa yang akan terjadi Sinclair klan?" John bertanya.Raja melihat di sekitar chapel berkabut asap dan api menjilati menaiki dinding dan di sepanjang garis atap. "Saya akan berpikir itu. Tetapi untuk sekarang, mari kita meninggalkan tempat ini sebelum luka bakar di sekitar kita."Fiona’s brother turned away and spotted Genevieve. At last, he smiled and held out his hand. The maid gave a tiny cry and moved forward to clasp it.Myles pulled Fiona toward the door as John gathered Genevieve and Margaret to his sides.“Out, one and all!” the king shouted.They filed from the chapel, and fast as tinder turned to flames, word spread among the clan that Simon Sinclair was their laird no more.Fiona stood between Myles and the king and watched the fighting in the bailey cease as each man laid down his weapon and picked up a bucket to help extinguish the flames of the chapel. They worked in unison, Sinclair next to Campbell, united by a common purpose. Tomorrow, there would be still be wounds to heal, hearts to mend, and sadly, dead to bury, but the feuding was no more. This time the truce would hold.Fiona turned a smile toward her husband and felt her joy grow, much like their child within her. A Campbell-Sinclair union. Yes, this time the truce would hold.