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H
e shone as brightly as any star. Everything about him flashed and shimmered, from
the golden streaks in his dark brown hair, the dangerous gleam in his challenging
blue eyes, and the lean hard lines of his pugnaciously handsome face to the white
flash of his take-no-prisoners grin. Though the men appealed in different ways, Sir
Kenneth Sutherland could rival Gregor MacGregor for the title of most handsome man
in Scotland, and she suspected he knew it.

Sir Kenneth exuded confidence and brash arrogance. He probably thought she would fall
at his feet just like all the other young, starry-eyed ladies seemed to be doing.
But she was no longer young, and the stars had been wrenched from her eyes a very
long time ago.

Still, she felt an unmistakable thrill shooting through her veins, a spark of excitement
that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. It was probably her temper. He seemed to
bring out a heretofore unknown streak of combativeness in her.

It was the way he looked at her. Confident and arrogant, yes, but also provoking.
As if he were daring the world to come at him. As if he were always trying to prove
something. He didn’t think she could resist him and was daring her to try.

“Running away again, my lady?” he taunted softly. “This time I might have to come
after you.”

The Recruit
is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of
the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events,
locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

A Ballantine Books eBook Edition

Copyright © 2012 by Monica McCarty

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Ballantine Books, an imprint of The Random House
Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

BALLANTINE
and colophon are trademarks of Random House, Inc.

eISBN: 978-0-345-53599-3

Cover Design: Lynn Andreozzi
Cover illustration: Franco Accornero

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Contents
THE HIGHLAND GUARD

Tor “Chief” MacLeod: Team Leader and Expert Swordsman

Erik “Hawk” MacSorley: Seafarer and Swimmer

Lachlan “Viper” MacRuairi: Stealth, Infiltration, and Extraction

Arthur “Ranger” Campbell: Scouting and Reconnaissance

Gregor “Arrow” MacGregor: Marksman and Archer

Magnus “Saint” MacKay: Survivalist and Weapon Forging

Eoin “Striker” MacLean: Strategist in “Pirate” Warfare

Ewen “Hunter” Lamont: Tracker and Hunter of Men

Robert “Raider” Boyd: Physical Strength and Hand-to-Hand Combat

Alex “Dragon” Seton: Dirk and Close Combat

FOREWORD

The year of our lord thirteen hundred and nine
. Three years ago, Robert the Bruce’s bid for the Scottish throne and the torch for
Scotland’s independence had been all but extinguished. But against nearly insurmountable
odds, with the help of his secret band of elite warriors known as the Highland Guard,
Bruce has waged one of the greatest comebacks in history, retaking his kingdom north
of the Tay. In March, King Robert holds his first Parliament and enjoys a brief reprieve
from battle following a much-needed truce.

But problems with his barons will not keep England’s King Edward II occupied forever.
The truce is pushed back twice, but eventually the call to muster at Berwick-upon-Tweed
and march upon the rebel Scots goes out.

With the English ready to invade and war looming, Bruce’s new kingship will face its
first big test, and once again he will rely on the extraordinary skills of his Highland
Guard to defeat his enemies—both English and Scot. Bruce’s kingship may have divided
a nation, but he hasn’t given up hope of rallying all Scots—even those still loyal
to the English—under his banner. But winning their loyalty may prove his biggest challenge
yet.

Prologue
 

September 1306

Ponteland Castle, Northumberland, English Marches

Dear God, who could it be at this hour?

Mary’s heart was in her throat as she hurried down the torchlit stairwell, tying the
belt of the velvet robe she’d donned over her night-rail. When you were married to
one of the most hunted men in Scotland and the man hunting him was the most powerful
king in Christendom, being awakened in the middle of the night to the news that someone
was at the gate was sure to provoke a certain amount of panic. Panic that proved warranted
when Mary entered the Hall, and the person waiting for her turned and tossed back
the rain-sodden hood of her dark wool huque.

Her heartbeat slammed to a halt. Though the woman’s long, golden hair was hidden beneath
the ugliest head covering she’d ever seen and her delicate features were streaked
with mud, Mary knew her in an instant.

She stared in horror at the face that so mirrored her own.

“Janet, what are you doing here? You shouldn’t have come!”

England was no place for a Scot—man or woman—with ties to Robert Bruce. And Janet,
like Mary, had too many to count. Their eldest sister had been Robert’s first wife;
their eldest brother had been married to Robert’s sister; their four-year-old nephew,
the current Earl of Mar, was being hunted with Robert’s queen, and their
niece was Robert’s only heir. King Edward of England would love nothing more than
to get his hands on another daughter of Mar.

Hearing the censure in Mary’s voice, her younger-by-two-minutes twin sister flashed
her an unrepentant grin and put her hands on her hips. “Well that’s a fine welcome
after I’ve sailed around Scotland and ridden nearly ten miles in nonstop rain on the
most disagreeable old nag known to man—”

“Janet!” she interrupted impatiently. Though her sister might seem oblivious to the
danger, Mary knew she was not. Whereas Mary chose to face reality straight on, however,
Janet preferred to run right over it and hope it didn’t catch up to her.

Janet pursed her mouth the way she always did when Mary forced her to slow down. “Why
I’ve come to take you home, of course!”

Take her home. Scotland. Mary’s heart clenched. God, if only it were so simple.

“Does Walter know you’re here?” She couldn’t believe their brother would have sanctioned
such a dangerous journey. Mary’s gaze ran over her sister in the candlelight. “And
what in heavens are you wearing?”

Mary should have known better than to ask two questions, as it gave her sister a chance
to ignore the one she didn’t like. Janet smiled again, pulled back her dark wool cloak,
and spread the skirt of the coarse brown wool gown wide, preening as if it were the
finest silk, which, given her fashion-loving sister’s penchant for wearing exactly
that, made her current choice of attire even more remarkable. “Do you like it?”

“Of course, I don’t like it—it’s horrible.” Mary wrinkled her nose, admittedly sharing
more than a little of her sister’s love for fine things. Were those moth holes? “With
that old-fashioned wimple, you look like a nun—and an impoverished one at that.”

Apparently that was the right thing to say. Janet’s eyes lit up. “Do you think so?
I did my best, but I didn’t have much to work with—”

“Janet!” Mary stopped her before she could get going again. But God, it was so good
to see her! Their eyes met, and her throat started to close. “You shouldn’t be h-here.”

Her voice broke at the last, and all traces of Janet’s feigned good humor fled. A
moment later Mary was enfolded in her sister’s arms. The tears she’d managed to hold
back for the six horrible months since her husband had abandoned her to this nightmare
came pouring out.

“You’ll be safe here,” he’d said offhandedly, his mind already on the fight ahead.
John Strathbogie, Earl of Atholl, had decided on his path and nothing would stand
in his way. Certainly not her. The child bride he’d never wanted, and the wife he
barely noticed.

She’d swallowed what little pride she had left and asked, “Why can’t we go with you?”

He’d frowned, the impossibly handsome face that had once captured her young girl’s
heart turning on her impatiently. “I’m trying to protect you and David.” The son who
was nearly as much of a stranger to him as his wife. Seeing her expression, he sighed.
“I’ll come for you when I can. It is safer for you in England. Edward will have no
cause to blame you if things go badly.”

But never could they have imagined just how badly things would go. He’d left so confident,
so certain of the righteousness of his cause and eager for the battle ahead. The Earl
of Atholl was a hero, always among the first to lift his sword to answer freedom’s
call. He’d fought in nearly every major battle in the past ten years over the long
war for Scotland’s independence. For the cause he’d been imprisoned, forced to fight
in Edward’s army, had his son held hostage for more than eight years, and had his
lands on both sides of the border forfeited (and eventually returned). But none of
that had stopped him from answering
the call again, this time to take up her former brother-in-law Robert Bruce’s bid
for the throne.

But after suffering two catastrophic defeats on the battlefield Robert’s army was
on the run. As one of only three earls who’d witnessed Bruce’s coronation and joined
the would-be king in his rebellion against Edward of England, her husband was one
of Scotland’s most hunted men.

But so far Atholl had been right: Edward had not turned his vengeful eye on the wife
and son the “traitorous earl” had left behind. The son who’d been taken from her before
he was six months old to be raised in an English court and had only been returned
earlier this year on the condition that he remain confined to their English lands.
But how long could they continue to escape Edward’s wrath and the taint of Atholl’s
treason? Every day she feared looking out the tower window and seeing the king’s army
surrounding them.

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