regshoe

Ewen/Ardroy is an OTP, indeed. And heh, I'm glad you agreed with me about that passage before reading my comment :D

I agree about Ewen's escape as adventure writing! At this point it's so uncertain where the story will go—what with Broster's liking for feinting and going back and forth over who will and won't die—and, even once it becomes clear that Ewen is going to escape, it's a gripping bit of story in the details.

Thank you for the fic rec! :) The angels from Yorkshire are lovely. As for the cattle, I suppose they may as well buy them now that they've been taken anyway—Mr Fosdyke comes across as an odd blend of compassionate and pragmatic (and it also sounds like his sympathy for the rebels has increased since he arrived in Scotland, already committed to the cattle-buying, and heard what the Government have been doing to them).

Heh, the song seemed an appropriate choice... Although happily, whether or not Ewen is dressed for the weather, there's no being eaten by worms for him here.

That bit where he doesn't look because he knows (or thinks he knows) what he will see, and then does look and doubts his vision. And later he doubts his own reality instead...

Agh, I know... the whole mood of that passage is such a strong and vivid way of conveying Ewen's physical and emotional exhaustion, as well as just how important it is that his home is still there. Good point about him thinking of all the people at Ardroy, too—he's a very caring and responsible laird, even now.