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David
stared
.
"
Are
you
mad
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Not
so
-
-
only
politic
,
as
is
the
way
of
us
soldiers
of
the
Low
Germany
.
One
of
my
profession
must
think
well
into
the
future
if
he
’
s
to
keep
his
craig
unraxed
.
I
’
ve
had
some
such
escapado
in
mind
ever
since
I
travelled
north
a
year
syne
,
and
I
’
ve
had
a
word
on
the
matter
with
Nicholas
Hawkshaw
,
so
when
the
glee
’
d
[
squinting
]
auld
farmer
body
from
Teviotside
seeks
the
tack
of
Crossbasket
,
the
lawyer
folk
in
Edinburgh
will
be
prepared
for
him
.
Nicholas
was
like
me
-
-
he
kenned
fine
that
our
triumph
in
the
North
was
fairy
gold
that
is
braw
dollars
one
day
and
the
next
a
nieve
-
full
of
bracken
.
"
"
Where
is
the
laird
of
Calidon
?
"
"
By
a
merciful
dispensation
we
left
him
sick
at
Linlithgow
,
and
Nicholas
,
being
an
eident
soul
,
had
a
boat
trysted
at
the
Borrowstounness
,
and
by
this
time
doubtless
will
be
beating
down
the
Forth
on
his
way
to
a
kinder
country
.
He
’
ll
be
put
to
the
horn
,
like
many
another
honest
gentleman
,
and
his
braw
estates
may
be
roupit
.
Thank
the
Lord
,
I
have
nothing
to
lose
,
for
I
’
m
a
younger
son
that
heired
little
but
a
sword
.
"
"
A
month
ago
,
"
said
David
,
"
Montrose
was
lord
of
all
Scotland
.
You
tell
me
that
everything
has
been
lost
in
one
battle
,
and
that
you
and
others
were
confident
of
its
loss
.
Man
,
how
did
he
succeed
with
such
a
rabble
of
the
half
-
hearted
behind
him
?
"
"
I
wouldna
just
call
it
half
-
hearted
.
We
won
because
James
Graham
is
the
greatest
captain
since
Gustavus
went
to
God
at
Lutzen
,
and
because
he
has
a
spirit
that
burns
like
a
pure
flame
.
But
he
did
not
ken
this
land
of
Scotland
as
me
and
Nicholas
kenned
it
.
He
had
a
year
of
miracles
,
for
that
happened
which
was
clean
beyond
all
sense
and
prevision
,
but
miracles
have
an
ugly
trick
of
stopping
just
when
they
are
sorest
needed
.
.
.
.
A
year
syne
there
were
three
men
on
Tayside
-
-
Montrose
and
Inchbrakie
and
me
-
-
and
that
was
the
King
’
s
army
.
By
the
mercy
of
Providence
we
fell
in
with
Alasdair
Macdonald
on
the
Atholl
braes
,
and
got
a
kind
of
muster
at
our
back
.
.
.
.
There
’
s
no
Hieland
blood
in
you
,
Mr
.
Sempill
?
No
?
Well
,
it
’
s
a
very
good
kind
of
blood
in
its
way
,
but
it
’
s
like
the
Hieland
burns
-
-
either
dry
as
the
causeway
or
a
roaring
spate
.
It
’
s
grand
in
a
battle
,
but
mortal
uncertain
in
a
campaign
,
if
you
follow
me
-
-
and
that
James
should
have
held
it
in
leash
till
he
had
routed
Argyll
and
Baillie
and
Hurry
,
and
brought
the
Kirk
and
Estates
to
their
knees
,
is
a
proof
of
genius
for
war
that
Gustavus
never
bettered
.
But
for
conquering
Scotland
,
and
keeping
the
conquest
fixed
-
-
na
,
na
!
Hielands
will
never
hold
down
Lowlands
for
long
,
and
that
Lowland
support
we
reckoned
on
was
but
a
rotten
willow
wand
.
My
lord
deceived
himself
,
and
it
was
not
for
me
to
enlighten
him
,
me
that
had
witnessed
so
many
portents
.
So
we
kept
our
own
thoughts
-
-
Nicholas
and
me
-
-
and
indeed
we
had
half
a
hope
that
a
faith
which
had
already
set
the
hills
louping
might
perchance
remove
the
muckle
mountains
.
But
I
tell
you
,
sir
,
when
we
marched
for
the
Borders
I
had
a
presage
of
calamity
on
me
as
black
as
a
thundercloud
.
"
"
But
you
had
the
army
that
won
Kilsyth
?
"
"
Not
a
third
of
it
.
Yonder
on
Bothwell
haughs
it
melted
away
like
a
snow
-
wreath
.
