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Updated: June 26, 2025
"I thought you knew," said she, stammering, turning a rolling-pin in her hand "I thought you knew; and then how could you?... I maybe should have mentioned it,... but,... but could I turn you from my door in the night-time and hunger?" M'Iver whistled softly to himself, and looked at me where I stood in the byre-door.
The baron-bailie and Sonachan and the minister stood spellbound, and I cursed our folly at the weakness of our trap. Only M'Iver kept his wits about him. "Scatter," said he in English "scatter without adieus, and all to the fore by morning search back to the Brig of Urchy, comrades there till the middle of the day, then the devil take the hindmost."
Some of youth's schooling was there, a Lowland youth's training with the broadsword, for he handled it like no novice, and even M'Iver gave him "Bravo, suas e!" That we held our ground was no great virtue we could scarcely do less; but we did more, for soon we had our enemy driven back on the walls.
"This one was in a hurry," said the woman, reddening a little in confusion. "Just so," said M'Iver, fumbling in his hand some coin he had taken from his sporran; "have you heard of the gold touch for fever? A child has been brought from the edge of the grave by the virtue of a dollar rubbed on its brow. I think I heard you say some neighbour's child was ill?
M'Iver was hot with annoyance and shame, and ready to find fault with us for what we had done; but the cleric carded him like wool in his feelings. "Oh, valour, valour!" he said in the midst of his sermon, "did I not say you knew your duty in hate better than in affection?" John Splendid kept a dour-set jaw, said never a word, and the seven of us proceeded on our way.
"They cannot know of it already in Glencoe!" said M'Iver, appalled. "Know it!" said the crone, drawing nearer and with still more frenzy; "Glencoe has songs on it already. The stench from Invcrlochy's in the air; it's a mock in Benderloch and Ardgour, it's a nightmare in Glenurchy, and the women are keening on the slopes of Cladich.
I do not know that," she went on, "from what I have seen in my own house; but my mother told me, and she had plenty of chance to learn the truth of it, with sons who died among strangers, and sons who bruised her by their lives more than they could by their deaths." "You have some very ruddy and handsome boys there," said M'Iver.
I think I bore myself not ungracefully in the Cabinet, in the field too, so long as I took my father's logic without question. But I have read, I have pondered " "Just so," whispered M'Iver, not a bit abashed that a sneer was in his interjection and his master could behold it. " And I have my doubts about the righteousness of much of our warfare, either before my day or now.
"She'll not do that to MacLachlan," I put in, glad of the opening, "unless she hears and God forbid it that the scamp lightlies her name at common fairs." M'Iver drew himself up, stopped, and seemed to sober. "What's this you're telling me?" he asked, and I went over the incident on the quay. It was enough. It left him as hot as myself.
Fresh wood hissed on the fire, but the candles burned low in their sockets. Sonachan and the baron-bailie slept with their heads on the table, and the man with the want, still sodden at the eyes, turned his wet hose upon his feet with a madman's notion of comfort. "I hope," said M'Iver, "there's no ambuscade here, as in the house of the cousin of his Grace of Pomerania.
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