"Please..." the children pleaded, "another story! Just one more, please?"
"All right, just one more. It is a special occaision, after all." The storyteller smiled at the eager children.
"The morning of the battle dawned, but the sun could barely be seen for the heavy mists. The mountains themselves could barely be seen, and the peaks not at all. But when the call to battle was blown, the men fought bravely all, like true MacLeods.
"Many lived to tell their tales of bravery, and those of their kin. But also, as in all wars, many men fell that day, in defense of their clan, never to rise again.
"There was one who was run-through, right in front of his cousin Angus. He was brought back to the village dead, and washed for burial. Then the most mysterious and frightening thing happened... he who was dead sat up and began speaking as one possessed. By the next day the demon, for it could be nothing else, was walking through the village and calling himself by the dead man's name--Connor.
"There were many arguements as to what to do, whether to burn the demon, or stone him. Finally, it was Angus who said "Banish the demon from Glenfinnan. That will be enough." Seeing his cousin killed once was as much grief as Angus could bear.
"So banish the demon they did."
"Well, that was many, many years ago, but it is said that on misty nights you can still see the ghost of Connor MacLeod wandering the Highlands, looking for who knows what."
"Well, if we ever see his ghost, we won't be afraid." said one of the other boys. The other boys nodded in agreement, brandishing their wooden practice swords. With this, the children ran off to their homes, playing at battling the demon MacLeod as they ran.
The storeteller stood, chuckling to himself as he watched them. He knew that the story of another great battle between two other men would have to wait for another time. It had been a long day, and many stories had been told. Now it was time to find a warm fire, and a warm drink. As he walked, he watched the boys in their imaginary battles. The eldest among them was the Chieftain's son, Duncan. The boy was brave, and one day would make a fine, fearless Chieftain for the Clan MacLeod. Yes, indeed, a fine Chieftain.
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