Whether he’d thought he was doing the right thing two years ago no longer mattered. It had become painfully clear that it wasn’t right any longer. Even before Joan’s urging him to change sides, Alex had had second . . . third . . . God-knows-how-many thoughts. The early inroads he thought he’d been making with the English had been replaced by doubt and frustration. From the foolhardy attack on the Earl of Carrick, to them thinking he was the spy and shutting him out of meetings, to Despenser’s petty machinations, to the English attack on his people near Hailes, the realization that his efforts
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