“I’ll hold him down while you do it,” Marcus said, still smarting from all that he’d discovered about his new life from Gallowglass. “High-handed bastard.” Davy and Gallowglass stared at him, astonished. Then Davy began to laugh in the gasping, unpracticed wheezes of one who hadn’t been amused in some time. “Not yet sixty and already angry with his sire,” Davy said, wheezing and coughing some more. “I know,” Gallowglass said fondly. “The lad has real potential.”
