Involuntarily, he stepped backward until there was a space between them, casting at the same moment a glance toward the wall where hung axe and knife and hatchet. The man intercepted the look, and broke into a laugh. The sound was harsh and gibing, but not menacing. Here is no clansman of mine, and no cursed Campbell either, to see my end. Walking about the money itunes the shelf that held an array of drinking vessels, he took two cups, filled them with wine, and going back to his former station, set one upon the cask beside the about the money itunes.