He whirled and ran back the way they had come, the boy on his heels. “Just stay behind me, Donovan, and stay close. I’ll do my best to keep you safe, and your uncle will do his best to bring your sisters back to safety. We’ll be soldiers together and win this battle.”
“I’m not afraid. I’ve got my sword,” Donovan said. “It may be a toy, but still it’s sharp. The point especially. I’d love to run the blackguard through!”
After that announcement, Donovan fell silent. For the moment, Martin appreciated the quiet as his thoughts raced in a hundred directions. The pistols were exactly where Dylan had told him. He grabbed them and spun back toward the door.
“A light, sir. A candle or a lantern. The old wing is very dark.”