Jirvel stood in the doorway with tears in her eyes. "What right have ye to…"
"I am yer laird and I command it. She belongs to me…" he quickly glanced at Stefan, "just as all the children do. Ye will do as I say, Jirvel." With that, he turned his horse around, nudged the horse's flanks and took Kannak away.
Stefan was pleased though he did not let on. Instead, he opened his arms and let his adopted mother cry on his shoulder. "Macoran did the right thing. Ye said yerself we are out of the medicine for headaches and fevers. It would take too long for me to fetch more and return. Gather yer things and follow them. I will see that the fire be put out, take the cow to William and ask him to come for the chickens when he can. Then I will come."