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Macdonald
-
-
he
is
Sir
Alasdair
now
and
a
Captain
-
general
,
and
proud
of
it
as
an
auld
gander
-
-
must
march
off
with
the
feck
of
his
Irishry
to
Argyll
to
settle
some
private
scores
with
Clan
Diarmaid
.
The
Gordons
took
the
dorts
[
sulks
]
-
-
a
plague
on
their
thrawn
heids
-
-
and
Aboyne
and
his
horse
went
off
in
a
tirrivee
.
James
looked
for
a
Lowland
rising
,
for
,
says
he
,
the
poor
folk
for
whom
I
fight
are
weary
of
the
tyranny
of
greedy
lairds
and
presumptuous
ministers
.
If
so
,
they
are
ower
weary
to
show
it
.
What
can
be
done
with
lads
that
grovel
before
a
Kirk
that
claims
the
keys
of
Heaven
and
Hell
?
.
.
.
If
that
sounds
blasphemy
,
sir
,
you
’
ll
forgive
a
broken
man
that
is
unlocking
his
heart
and
cannot
wale
[
pick
]
his
words
.
.
.
.
Forbye
,
the
Irish
were
like
a
millstone
round
our
necks
,
for
what
profit
was
it
to
plead
that
Munro
used
them
in
Ireland
for
an
honest
cause
?
To
the
Lowland
herds
and
cotters
they
were
murdering
savages
,
and
the
man
that
had
them
on
his
side
was
condemned
from
the
beginning
.
The
sons
of
Zeruiah
were
too
strong
for
us
.
"
"
Is
it
true
that
they
fight
barbarously
?
"
David
asked
.
"
So
,
so
.
I
’
ll
not
deny
that
they
’
re
wild
folk
,
but
they
havena
your
Kirk
’
s
taste
for
murder
in
cold
blood
.
There
were
waur
things
done
in
Methven
Wood
than
were
done
at
Aberdeen
,
and
it
’
s
like
that
Davie
Leslie
is
now
giving
shorter
shrift
to
the
poor
creatures
than
ever
they
gave
to
the
Campbells
in
Lorne
and
Lochaber
.
.
.
.
We
’
ll
let
that
be
,
for
there
was
never
an
army
that
did
not
accuse
its
enemies
of
barbarity
,
and
the
mere
bruit
of
it
on
our
side
was
enough
to
keep
the
Lowlands
behind
steekit
doors
.
There
were
some
of
the
nobles
that
we
counted
on
-
-
my
Lord
Home
,
and
my
cousin
Roxburghe
,
and
the
sly
tod
Traquair
.
James
was
in
good
heart
at
their
promises
,
but
I
mistrusted
the
gentry
,
and
I
was
most
lamentably
justified
,
for
when
we
were
on
Teviotside
,
where
were
my
lords
but
in
Leslie
’
s
camp
?
-
-
prisoners
,
they
said
-
-
but
willing
refugees
,
as
I
kenned
braw
and
well
.
"
"
And
the
battle
?
"
A
spasm
of
pain
passed
over
the
other
’
s
face
.
"
It
was
not
,
properly
speaking
,
a
battle
,
but
more
in
the
nature
of
a
surprise
and
a
rout
.
We
were
encamped
on
Yarrow
at
the
gate
of
the
hills
,
for
the
coming
of
Davie
Leslie
had
altered
our
plans
,
and
we
were
about
to
march
westward
to
the
Douglas
lands
.
We
were
deceived
by
false
intelligence
-
-
it
was
Traquair
’
s
doing
,
for
which
some
day
he
will
get
my
steel
in
his
wame
-
-
but
I
bitterly
blame
myself
that
an
old
soldier
of
the
German
wars
was
so
readily
outwitted
and
so
remiss
in
the
matter
of
outposts
.
.
.
.
In
the
fog
of
the
morning
Davie
was
on
us
,
and
Douglas
’
s
plough
-
lads
scattered
like
peesweeps
.
There
were
five
hundred
of
O
’
Keen
’
s
Irish
,
and
five
score
of
Ogilvy
’
s
horse
,
and
for
three
hours
we
held
Davie
’
s
six
thousand
.
These
are
odds
that
are
just
a
wee
bit
beyond
my
liking
,
forbye
that
we
had
no
meat
in
our
bellies
.
Brawly
they
fought
,
the
poor
lads
,
fought
as
I
never
saw
men
fight
in
the
big
wars
-
-
but
what
would
you
have
?
.
.
.
It
’
s
no
tale
for
me
to
tell
,
though
it
will
be
in
my
mind
till
my
last
breath
.
"
He
sighed
,
and
for
a
moment
his
face
was
worn
and
old
.
"
Well
and
on
,
sir
,
"
he
continued
.
"
The
upshot
is
that
the
bravest
of
Scottish
hearts
is
now
,
by
God
’
s
grace
,
somewhere
on
the
road
to
the
Hielands
,
and
the
great
venture
is
bye
and
done
with
,
and
here
am
I
,
a
lameter
,
seeking
sanctuary
of
a
merciful
opponent
.
If
to
shelter
me
does
violence
to
your
conscience
,
sir
,
say
the
word
and
I
’
ll
hirple
off
as
soon
as
the
night
falls
.
You
’
ve
given
me
bite
and
sup
,
like
a
good
Christian
,
and
suffered
me
to
get
my
sleep
,
and
you
’
ve
no
call
to
do
more
for
a
broken
malignant
.
"
