"Collin, whatever is taking you so long?! The guide and Duncan are waiting!"

Collin groaned. He absolutely despised getting up early. He absolutely despised getting woken up. He absolutely despised his half-sister Alice's yappering. The combination of all three did not help his headache from last nights drinking. He grudgingly got out of bed.

"COLLIN SAMUEL MUNROE, GET DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!!!!!," Alice shouted.

"I'll be there shortly!"

Collin frantically buttoned up his vest and struggled into his jacket on his way downstairs. Today was the day he and Alice joined their father in Fort William Henry, along with Major Duncan Hayward, his sisters betrothed and his...

No. It was not wise to think about it now.

"I'm ready," he called. "Are Duncan and Magua here yet?"

"Yes." Was the short and curt reply.

"Best if you get moving, my boy," said Hayward, stepping inside.

"Don't call me that."

Glaring at the Major, Collin got his bags and started heading towards the wagon.