Duncan grinned at her comments and waited for her to come down.  When she came around and thanked him for taking care of the English, he smiled.  "Well now, can't have me bride to be family murdered.  Besides they be a thorn in every Scots side.  They have been burning and murdering all along the boarder and deserve no less then they got here tonight.  Me thinks war be coming and the King knows it."	The sight of the blood and dead bodies did not bother her.  Alana's comments about her mother and sister again told him that he had chosen the right twin.  Such a sight was not common in the Highlands, but when there was a battle between clans, it was not a pretty sight.  Arabela came running out and Duncan laughed at what she said about Alana and him being alone together.  It seemed that her sister might be married off sooner then one thought.  He watched the two reenter the house and then turned to see  Nathan staring at Arabela.  Again he let out a laugh and shook his head.  He knew that look all to well.<br/><br/>Duncan made sure the bodies were removed and the two prisoners taken to the barn to be watched over until Cirus would return with the men from the village.  They would be able to take them back and deal with them.  Perhaps send word to the King that they had English prisoners.  He imagined the King might like to have a couple of them to question, and then hang.  He passed Nathan and turned him around to face the barn.  "Ye can ask her father in the morning before we leave., now of to bed with ye."  Yes he had a feeling what the lad was wanting to do.  He would be coming back down to the McNally Farm and courting Alana's sister, that is if Cirus would allow it.  More then likely he would be working the farm as well with Cirus.  It would be something that Duncan would not mind having the lad do.  His parents had two other sons that helped work the large farm in the Highlands and they were one of the more wealthy of the clan with cattle and horses along with the farm.  Alana's sister, if she was willing that is, couldn't do much better.  Nathan was a handsome lad only a couple years younger then himself..<br/><br/>They took turns watching the English Soldiers and got some sleep.  When Cirus returned Duncan turned the two prisoners over to the villagers.  The men looked at Duncan, giving him nods of respect.  Cirus had told them of what they had did and when they saw the bodies of the English they knew what he had said was true.  By morning the bodies were buried and the armor and weapons loaded on a cart to be taken back to the village.  Cirus managed to sell a couple of the horses for a good sum of money.  He was a happy man when the sun rose and the villagers left.  Duncan and the others were up and had the horses saddled and ready to go.  Cirus was still up, tired but he wanted to see his daughter off.  Nathan approached him and Duncan chuckled as he seen the two talk.  The way the lad smiled as he walked back to mount up on his horse told the whole story.	Duncan waited with the others for Alana to come out with what ever she would be taking with her.  Flower was saddled and ready to go.