His cousin's eyes narrowed as he looked at the other group of soldiers. These were the outsiders, the Lowlanders, shivering at the edge of the main company.
"They're not Highlanders,' said Jamie.'How can we expect them to know our customs? I don't like it, Conn. Why can't they move on?'
'They have to wait for their orders,'
'So we look after them, and play But I hope theytoo long. We're running out of stores. If they stay much longer we'll have to go visiting Glenlyon again to fill our storehouses.