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the head of the Annandale Valley, along the English border in southern
Scotland, lies Lochmaben. In the late twelfth century, on a small, level
peninsula that thrust out into the loch, there was built a defensive
structure called a motte. This was little more than a hill, a massive
earthwork, surrounded at its base by the waters of the loch and earthen
ramparts and ditches.
Perhaps a century later, a wooden tower, thought to have been built by the
Bruce, or de Brus, family, was added atop the hill, and buildings of stone
were established there by 1298. Shortly after, the structure was altered
to become a full-fledged castle, complete with a formidable gray stone
curtain wall surrounding a typically square courtyard. A wide moat fed by
waters of the loch changed the peninsula into an island, and, with other
channels, allowed none to enter the castle without approaching by boat or
drawbridge. The main gate, which opened upon the ditch, was defended by
positions on all four walls of the court.
It was one of the strongest of Scotlands fortresses, and a breathtakingly
awesome sight when viewed from any direction across the rugged Scottish
Robert de Brus, "The Noble," lived at Lochmaben before his death in 1296.
He was the esteemed Lord of Annandale who had vied for the Scottish crown
against John Balliol and others, after the child heir to the throne, "The
Maid of Norway," died before reaching Scotland from her native land. (Thus
did de Brus come ever after to be called "The Competitor.") Both Balliol
and de Brus were of royal blood and held the strongest of the claims, thus
the decision eventually came down between those two.
The Scottish nobles, unable to decide amongst themselves who should ascend
the throne, called upon Edward, king of neighboring England, to aid in
deciding whose claim was the stronger. His requirements before giving such
help to the Scots included the stipulation that Scotland be placed under
his direct suzerainty until the matter was settled. Rankled and hesitant,
the Scots nevertheless agreed.
After much formality and legal wrangling Balliol was awarded the crown,
only to be bullied and eventually dethroned, imprisoned, and exiled to the
Continent by King Edward. Whether premeditated or not, Edward had set upon
the Scottish throne the one who was less competent to withstand his
hectoring, and with the Scottish throne again vacant, Edward assumed
overlordship of the sovereign land.
The stubborn Scots resisted with all their might through the blood and
strength of her people, led by two patriot sons, the noble Andrew Murray
and the commoner William Wallace.
Murray died late in the year of the tremendous Scottish victory at
Stirling Bridge, possibly of wounds received there, and Wallace became
Scotlands champion, knighted by her nobles and appointed sole Guardian of
Scotland. Just in his early twenties, Sir William fought valiantly, and
his efforts at first gave great courage and hope to the Scots. However,
his lack of training and battlefield experience eventually led to failed
campaigns and lost battles, and Scottish hopes were dashed. Sir William
escaped capture and was unheard from for several years. When he returned
and again attempted to gather and lead an army of Scots, he was betrayed
to and captured by English forces.
Wallace was tortured and executed August 23, 1305. It was a bloody affair
that ended with the misfortunate Sir William beheaded and his body
quartered by a London butcher and sent for display in four separate parts
of the land. His severed head was set upon a pike high on London Bridge as
fair warning of the punishment meted out for "insurrection." Many of
Scotlands patriots had suffered similar fates.
"Good King Edward" must have been of particularly cruel bent to have
created such a horrible death for his enemies, but times were generally
harsh. Most commoners of the period were literally enslaved to lands they
would never own, and the savagery of life itself could easily spell a
meanness to the spirit and body of the beholder.
Robert de Brus "The Competitor" had a son, also named Robert, who held the
title Earl of Carrick in right of his wife, her late father having been so
titled. When Earl Robert died on a crusade to the Holy Land in 1304, his
eldest son and namesake inherited the earldom, as at "The Competitors"
death he had become Lord of Annandale.
Through various other family affiliations, thirty-two year old Lord Robert
de Brus, grandson of "the Competitor," also owned or controlled many
estates and lands other than Carrick and Annandale, both in Scotland and
in England. Though he had initially supported Wallace, de Brus was looked
upon with favor by the King of England for his part in bringing peace,
such as it was, between the two nations.
He was a wealthy, powerful man.
The following is a pre-book chapter...
DECEMBER 27th 1305
CASTLE LOCHMABEN - SCOTLAND
cold drizzle permeated the Annandale region. It was truly an ordinary
winter in regard to the dreary weather, but to young Lord Robert de Brus
and his family it was most extraordinary in every other way.
"Umfraville," said Robert, lost in thought.
"Umfraville?" questioned Lady Elizabeth, Roberts wife, who sat upon the
hearth of the large fireplace with her needlework. "What has Ingram de
Umfraville to do with yer relations with King Edward?" Her fingers never
paused in their exacting task.
"Hmm? Oh," Robert frowned until he realized his rumination had been aloud.
"Umfraville gifted me some of his lands only summer last, and in October
revoked his gift with no reason offered. What lunacy is that?"
Robert sat in a grand chair, elaborately carved of Scottish oak. "The
Competitor" had commanded his domain from that same chair when he was
master of Lochmaben. A platter of food and a flagon of wine sat on the
large table before him in the great hall of Castle Lochmabens three-story
Elizabeth fussed over a dress she and the seamstresses were making for
Marjorie, Roberts twelve-year-old daughter. His first wife Isabella,
daughter of the Earl of Mar, had died of childbirth complications after
but one year of their marriage, leaving Robert with the tiny babe to
"We cant blame all on poor, simple Umfraville," said Alexander de Brus as
he entered the hall. He casually sat at the table beside Robert and
nibbled at some of the foodstuffs from the platter.
"To the contrary, Brother, I blame naught on that trifling lapdog. Tis
his master, Edward of England, I worry was the reason the gifted lands
were reversed," said Robert, taking a sip of his afternoon wine.
"Stand quiet, child," ordered Elizabeth as a seamstress tacked the hem at
an exact height from the floor. Roberts second wife was the beautiful,
dark-haired daughter of Richard de Burgh, the Earl of Ulster, an
experienced soldier and staunch supporter of Englands king. Elizabeth de
Burgh was raised on common sense and had inherited a shrewd instinctive
knowledge of politics.
Marjories eyes rolled heavenward, but she knew better than to cross the
only woman she had ever known as mother.
"The bodice is not aright," complained Marjorie, fidgeting.
"Patience, child," replied Elizabeth pushing bone pins through the
material to reform the drape of the dress. "Twill be, if you but hold
Robert sighed deeply and propped his clean-shaven face on upturned palms
and stared aimlessly at the tapestry hanging at the far end of the hall.
In the subsequent quiet, the crackling fire dominated the room, giving it
a cheery, warm quality in spite of the drear outside.
"Lets go on hunt," Robert said suddenly, his face taking on a freshness
with the thought.
"Ye obviously have not yer usual wit for politics," replied Elizabeth, her
nimble fingers still busy.
"Ye up for a hunt, woman?" said Robert purposely pushing his new agenda
with a smile of almost childish delight.
"Winter wearies, Id say," piped in Alexander stolidly.
"The falcons need a hunt," proffered Robert wiping his hand across his
face and pinching his lower lip, all accompanied by his continued impish
Elizabeth could not resist laughing at his mirthfulness, finally saying,
"I surrender, husband. To hunt it is."
"Dawn on the morrow?"
"Alexander, ye for the hunt?" asked Robert as he turned to eye his brother
who, being dean of Glasgow University, usually preferred a musty old
manuscript to the likes of the out-of-doors.
"Nay, Milord Robert. Ye would fare better should ye take Edward, or
Thomas... Thomas would no doubt crave to go with ye," answered Alexander.
"Aye, that he would," agreed Robert as he stood to go find Thomas.
Robert found Thomas in the stables carrying water to the two black
Friesian war-horses he had raised from colts.
"We have stable hands for such tasks," gently teased Robert as he came to
Thomas, knowing full well it was a love that his great hulk of a brother
had for fetching and caring for his horses, and certainly far removed from
the thought of labor. "Ye rob them of the chance to earn their keep,
Thomas sweaty young face smiled broadly as he continued along his way
toward the stalls that held the great horses.
"Want to go hawkin on the dawn?" asked Robert, his breath visibly wafting
before him in the cool dampness, his yellowish gray hunting hound
faithfully following his masters every step.
Thomas hesitated but slightly in his stride, calculating changes in his
schedule, before he answered; "Aye, twould be good."
"Im off to the mews to speak to the falconer now," said Robert as he
turned to head in the other direction.
"Be with ye directly," replied Thomas who lost neither pace for, nor sight
of, his intended destination.
lord rounded the corner, Roger the falconer was sitting on a three-legged
stool among the cages that surrounded the small mews at the far end of the
stables along the west curtain wall. He had one of the raptors socked and
was repairing a broken wing feather by carefully splicing another to it
with a thin woolen thread.
"Well be off hawkin on the dawn, falconer," said Robert as he
"Aye, Milord. How many birds will ye want ready?" asked Roger as he
awkwardly half stood and bowed while trying to hold the wing in place.
Robert smiled and motioned for the man to continue his task as he
answered, "Two or three will be good, we wont be out a full day... A few
birds for the family supper."
"Very good, Milord," again bowed Roger, this time remaining seated and
touching the wide brim of his hat. "Ill have our finest hunters hooded
and ready at first light."
A cool overnight wind had blown the drizzly rain clouds away and the dawn
colors were magnificent as the entourage left through the main gate and
across the castle drawbridge.
Elizabeth was excited to be away from the castle for at least a little
while. She hated to be cooped in the donjon for too long a spell, and a
day at hawking was a perfect day out, in her mind.
Her clothes were in a manner more like a mans, as it sometimes was not
safe to wander the countryside exposing a feminine flank to roaming bands
Her horse was smaller and somewhat swifter than the large Belgians the
seven men were riding but she knew how to navigate the terrain as well as
Within an hour and a half the caravan reached a far glen, out of sight of
the castle, where the heather provided perfect cover for nesting grouse
and pheasants. Its beauty notwithstanding, it was not a fit place for
cattle, sheep, or crops, and was thus left to its natural state.
Roger had several hooded hawks tethered to a wide traveling perch. The
birds were as keyed up as the riders to be off to the hunt. The falconer
deftly managed the perch and spoke softly to his charges as he rode aft of
Lord Robert and Lady Elizabeth in the partys queue. Four lightly armored
knights followed for the partys defense, and Thomas served as rear guard.
The wind blew briskly, prompting Elizabeth to say, "Mean day for hawkin,"
as she guided her horse into the glen.
"Tis to be a glorious day," replied Robert exuberantly as he came to her
side and with closed eyes raised his face toward the bright sun.
"Ye predictin such, Milord?" teased Elizabeth with a smile.
"Commandin!" Robert smiled in return.
The hound suddenly became nervous and his tail wagged quickly to and fro.
"Grouse aready?" asked Elizabeth rhetorically.
The two halted and Robert silently waved the entourage to him. The dog
waited in silence, but excitedly, at the horses forelegs for his masters
order to flush the game.
As the eight overlooked the quiet vale, naught was seen flying.
"Theyre settin tight in this wind," said Thomas softly as he looked
across the heather.
"Aye," agreed Robert who turned to his falconer and signaled for him to
set loose a bird.
Roger complied quickly, and gently spoke to a feathered hunter before he
firmly grasped the leather jesses attached to the hawks leg. Untying the
leather strips from the perch as he nudged the sleek birds pale breast
with his heavy, leather glove, he said "Hup," and the bird stepped smartly
from its perch to the glove. The falconer then removed the leather hood
that kept the bird quiet and blinded.
The bird blinked and shook his head, ruffling the feathers the hood had
held in place since they left the mews. In turn he raised all of his
feathers and, shaking his body smartly, allowed the feathers to settle
back into place. His eyes soon adjusted to the bright sun and he was ready
to fly. Holding the leather thongs, which remained tied to the raptors
leg, Roger offered it to Lord Brus.
Robert donned his glove and, walking his horse alongside the falconers,
allowed the birds sharp talons to step across to his own hand before
transferring the jess from Rogers grip to his own.
Robert held the falcon high aloft. Everyone in the party had eyes fixed on
the bird as Robert launched it into the air with a quick upward thrust at
the same instant he released the jess straps.
The horsed group watched, each and all, as the raptor swiftly climbed high
above their heads in spite of the blustery wind.
"Aye, that we could do as such," whispered Elizabeth as the bird reached
its height and waited, gliding silently until catching sight of its prey.
"Aye," philosophized Robert, completely missing her thrilled observation
of the birds flight, "that we as mere humans could kill with such skill."
"Fool me not, husband," replied Elizabeth, "for I have seen ye at killin."
Robert frowned for he knew not how to take her comment but she knew it to
be given as a compliment and nothing more.
"Go lad!" ordered Robert, and the dog leapt into the heather and bounded
through it, barking ferociously. Within a heartbeat, the air was filled
with numerous grouse, taking wing before the charging dog.
Tucking his wings back, the falcon chose an unsuspecting grouse and
dropped abruptly into its dive. The watchers hearts raced admiringly as
the bird descended many times faster than the fastest horse could run.
The falcons talons hooked deep into the flesh of its quarrys back and a
puff of loosed feathers flew out in every direction, accompanied by an
involuntary and final cry.
The raptor took his prey and went to ground.
Thomas pulled out his heavy glove and rode toward where the falcon last
was seen in the deep heather. Not seeing it right away, he stopped and
listened for the tiny bells attached to the birds jesses. He rode in the
direction of the erratic tinkling and dismounted when he sighted the hawk.
The grouse was bleeding from its lethal wounds and its slayer was pecking
a patch of feathers away to get to the sweet flesh within.
The raptor nervously jumped and spread its wings when Thomas came to him
with gloved hand, but being a trained hunter, hopped onto the awaiting
leather and stood stoically as Thomas rewarded him with meat after
wrapping the jess straps around his heavy glove. He then retrieved the
kill, and, wrapping its legs with a leather thong, quickly threw a loop
over his saddlebow.
He started to remount when he noticed several areas not twenty paces from
him, where the heather was laid flat for no apparent reason.
"Whats Thomas about?" asked Elizabeth as she watched her husbands
brother leave his horses reins dangling to follow his curiosity.
In a moment, he pulled his sword and looked about him. Roger immediately
spurred his horse toward Thomas to retrieve the falcon still perched on
his gloved hand, and Robert signaled two of the armed knights to descend
the hill as well. They rode cautiously to the site, drawing their swords
and warily observing around them all the while.
"What be yer worry?!" shouted Robert as Thomas paused at the site.
"Bodies, still warm!" he shouted as he watched mist rise into the cool air
from the freshly murdered victims at his feet.
"Mother of God," whispered Elizabeth.
Robert pulled his great claymore from its sheath, as did the last two
knights, and immediately surveyed the landscape for movement.
Elizabeth also searched the landscape, quickly whispering, "Robert, off to
the left, in the bramble wood!"
"A flash, off metal."
Robert turned and looked up the hill and said, "I see naught, wife."
"Ye not believe me?" she asked. Without answering he looked away, down the
hill at the four men.
He shouted to them, "Well send a buryin party later," and he waved his
arm for them to return, which they started immediately, with Thomas
bringing up the rear. He then turned his attention back to his wife, who
grew frustrated at his seeming indifference to her sighting.
"Aye, I believe ye, woman," frowned Robert, "but tis best to get arrayed
with all our men together ere we go showin we know of their hidin
Elizabeth sighed in relief but again became anxious as she realized the
four knights were the only ones with any armor at all and they with only
jerkins of mail and upper chest armor. "Were no match," she reasoned
"No match for what?" replied Robert as he glanced at the nearby wood.
"For them thats hidin yonder."
"Calm, my dear," he said. "We know naught of them, but my guess is, if
they believed themselves the stronger, they would have attacked us aready."
"Like now?" she asked pointing over Roberts shoulder at the band of some
fifteen marauders who came charging down the hill toward them.
"Thomas, there!" shouted Robert to his brother and the others who were now
Eleven of the attacking men were on horseback and charging fast.
"Tis a mistake, committin yerselves with all this ground to cover," said
Robert rhetorically to those racing toward him. Quickly the four knights
formed in behind their liege lord. Thomas put himself between Robert and
the attackers and waited.
Robert turned to his own band, leaving his back exposed to the charging
men, and spoke to them in low but determined tones.
"Falconer, take my lady and the birds and go to that knoll yonder," he
ordered. It was a position some fifty paces from Roberts knights and
would be relatively safe from the advancing killers. Since their weapons
were but small dirks and of little value in a fight with swords, he wanted
the two removed from the fighting. "Hie for Lochmaben if we fail," he
added, "and protect your mistress with your life."
"Aye, Milord," the falconer nodded and immediately turned to follow
Elizabeth to the top of the hillock. Roger had hooded the retrieved bird
and tied it safely to the perch. All the birds were jumpy with the ambient
excitement and the falconer soothed them with his familiar voice as they
The confident leader of the charging attackers gathered great speed in his
Normally thieves of this sort would abandon the area of their dirty work
as soon as finished, and would have this time had they had the opportunity
to pick the pockets of their kill. But alas, with the approach of Roberts
hunting train they had been forced to hide in the bush and wait. They were
emboldened by the wealth and scant number of the falconers, and intrigued
at the possibility for additional booty.
Having given orders to his knights, Robert turned again to face the
As the vile band of freebooters came upon them, Robert suddenly bolted
left with two of the knights while Thomas went to the right with the
others. The villains could not stop for the power of their momentum and
swished past their prey, now behind them and at their flanks.
The four thieves on foot saw what happened and fell over one another to
stop their descent. They scrambled to their feet and ran back up the hill
when Roberts fiercely snarling dog gave chase to nip at their legs.
Now, without a stroke of a blade, Robert had achieved the upper hand.
"Ye stinkin sons of whores!" screamed the leader of the cutthroats when
he at last reined up and wheeled around. His men scattered in disarray at
the base of the long hill, their only advantage left being their numbers,
almost double Roberts.
The desperate fellow glanced around, saw Elizabeth and the falconer atop
the hill at his back and six knights coming at him from the hill he had
just descended so rashly. The two behind did not seem an immediate threat
and so he railed at his followers to charge back up the hill toward the
The clash of swords rang crisp in the cold morning air.
Robert and Thomas each gave war whoops and came into the midst of the
bandits with a fury and precision only such professional soldiers
possessed. There is no substitute for training in the art of war, and
against renegades with self-interests and lazy habits, master knights can
easily find targets.
Five thieves were slain within seconds. Their blood splashed across horses
and saddles as they slid to the heather, eyes bulging in disbelief that
this was the last moment of their miserable lives.
Within seconds more, their chief cast his sword to the ground and threw
his hands as high above his head as was possible. His six followers who
were yet alive did likewise.
"Pray, kill us not, Sire!" pleaded the fellow, "Well share our booty with
ye... I swear!"
Robert came to him and gingerly poked his ribs with the point on his
The unarmed brigand jumped and quivered in fear. Uncontrollable tears
streamed down his rough and unkempt face.
"Ye slay them lyin yonder in the heather?" asked Lord Robert.
Redbacks eyes darted to and fro, his mind frantically searching for the
convenient lie but his lips remained mute.
Robert prodded him once again with the sword point.
"Aggggh," he whined in agony as the Claymore drew blood.
"Off yer horses, ye murderers," Lord Robert ordered.
All quickly obeyed as Elizabeth and Roger came to the knot.
"We hangin em?" asked Thomas as he maneuvered his horse beside his
"Nay. Bind them and search for hid weapons," ordered Robert.
The four knights dismounted and began the task of wrapping leathers around
the murderers clasped hands. One, a big man with little in the way of
wit, became fearful of his hands being tied and panicked. He swiftly drew
the dirk of the knight who was about to bind his arms, felling the knight
with a sudden shove. The great oaf raised the blade to strike a deadly
blow upon the startled man when his fellow knight relieved the wretched
man of his life with a single sword stroke.
Elizabeth wanted to turn her head and not look at the awful vision, but
she dared not show any sign of sympathy when her sympathies were all with
the victims, stone dead in the glen.
There were but five thieves left, including the leader, who all put their
pressed together palms as far out in front of them as they could so that
there would be no misinterpretation on their intentions of surrender.
As Elizabeth searched the landscape to avert her eyes from the kill she
saw the dog sniffing and barking where the thieves had previously sought
cover. Perhaps the men afoot had returned there for some reason.
"We have more," said Elizabeth, pointing.
"Damn!" grimaced Robert, wheeling his large Belgian. He labored up the
hill toward the bush alone thinking that, if there were others, they would
be little more than men with sticks or the like.
Robert came to the hiding place and swung his claymore over his head
accompanied by a loud outcry and demanded, "Come forth ye varlets ere I
come in for ye and cleave yer ears from yer heads!"
Two dirty young girls about twelve or thirteen years of age shyly peeked
out from the wood.
Robert slowly lowered his claymore to his side. He felt silly threatening
such calamity upon frightened female children.
They were scared and anxious as they held their oversized and tattered
skirts in a wad, pulling them tight to their malnourished bodies as they
emerged from the briars and underbrush.
Tears of mixed emotions trickled down their faces. Were they saved, they
wondered, or were they simply recaptured?
Elizabeth saw that they were young girls and came to her husbands side as
he questioned his captives. She dismounted and went to the two children,
and immediately admonished Robert. "Obviously, husband, they had naught to
do with the criminal acts of those varlets!"
"Where did these men find ye?" she asked the girls in a quiet and
There was hesitation as the filthy girls glanced from the glaring leader
of the thieves to Elizabeth, to Robert, and back again.
"Tis aright," assured Elizabeth with a smile, "Yell not be harmed
further, I promise."
Uncontrollable sobs and fountains of tears erupted from both girls as they
realized they had indeed been saved. They recounted a tale of woe that
went back more than two years:
The girls were friends, their two families were traveling together through
the rolling hills of Galloway on their way to a fair. Feigning hunger and
begging scraps of food, several of the thieves including the leader, whom
the girls called "Redback," had come upon the small caravan while it lay
camped for the night. As the families prepared to share their meager
stores with the beggars, the cutthroats murdered the girls parents and
the three helpers and two men-at-arms accompanying them.
The girls were spared from death only to be used as slaves. Their captors
every wish for service was fulfilled lest they be tortured by the flaying
of small strips of skin from their backs and legs. This cruelty was a
specialty of their host, who garnered his well-feared name from the
"Let me see," said Elizabeth, turning the girls from the eyes of the men
for she wanting to judge for herself the extent to which Redback was
willing to go to hold his hostages in bridle to his bidding.
"Holy Mother!" exclaimed Elizabeth when she saw their old scars and fresh
wounds. Standing, she said coldly, "Robert, ye must hang those
"I cannot, woman," claimed Robert. The falconer looked knowingly at the
eldest of the four knights, who had been in Roberts service a number of
years. Though the two said nothing, much meaning passed between them with
that look. Robert caught it, too.
Also within earshot, Redback smiled and sneered in private jubilation, to
know that they would not be hanged straightaway. And where theres waitin,
he thought, theres always chances to escape.
"These girls will bear witness to these scalawags many murders and acts
of thievery that they witnessed from the bush," pleaded Elizabeth. The
taller girl nodded agreement.
Robert dismounted and took Elizabeth aside from the others.
"I cannot hang them, though they were the Devil himself!" Robert insisted.
"And why not?" Elizabeth confronted him.
"Have ye not heard of the curse of Saint Malachy, woman?" asked Robert
quietly, that the others would not hear his dark tale.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes toward heaven, then closed them before she began
to speak. "Im sure ye have old bones to rattle on nights of dark tidins
when ye fix to scare superstitious folk for jest," she replied with more
than a little exasperation.
"I know yer sweet Irish temper is near raised to a boil, my dear,"
continued Robert, "but first listen! Near a hundred years back, in the
time of my grandfather, there was caught a thief, much like these we have
here. There was naught could be said for preservin his life, either."
"And a hundred years ago has what to do with these murderin savages?"
Robert breathed deep. He wanted not to appear soft in his lordship oer
these criminals, but he genuinely feared the effects of the curse his
grandfather had nearly worn himself to death to appease.
"In the town of Annan, twas," he explained. "Saint Malachy was travelin
to Rome when he grew ill, and at Grandfathers invitation, stayed for a
few days rest in the house of de Brus. While he was a guest in our home,
he saw that Grandfather had caught a thief, and as a favor to bless and
bring success to the remainder of his journey, the holy pilgrim asked
Grandfather to spare the thiefs life."
"And " said Elizabeth, sensing his hesitation.
"Well," he continued, "Grandfather had the fellow hanged, in spite of the
request. Not only was it the lawful and just punishment for the mans
crimes, but it was already pronounced, and there were expectations to be
upheld so that other such villains might be discouraged. Moreover, it was
my grandfathers own cattle that had been stolen and he was stretched
tight betwixt pleasin Malachy, and pleasin his sense of justice."
Elizabeth sighed and said nothing.
"All might have gone well anyway," he went on, "except that Saint Malachy
saw the hanged man and..."
"And thats when he laid the curse on the de Bruses."
"Aye. Thats when. And Grandfather spent near all the rest of his days
tryin to make up for it in the eyes of God and man."
"But, dear Robert, yer family has done little but gain since those days,"
"Aye, Lass, we have done right well, or at least better than most. And we
have suffered no more loss than others in like circumstance. But, our
neighbors and cotters see it not that way. Every time a crop did poorly,
it was Saint Malachys curse on the house of de Brus. When a child died in
the village, it was the curse on the de Bruses. If a man or a horse was
lamed, or a cow went dry, or if the milkmaid slipped on a slick stone and
spilled the milk, in the minds of the simple folk it was Saint Malachys
revenge for Grandfathers disposin of the likes of these!" He swept his
hand in the direction of the cowering thieves.
He looked at the face he loved so and said, "It got to where any evil or
misfortune that befell any poor soul could be blamed on the de Bruses. We
could hardly get our crops planted and our sheep tended for the fear that
dwelt in the hearts of those who must plant and tend. Tis not my belief,
but the villeins that concerns me, here."
Elizabeth threw up her hands and slapped them back again against her
thighs in surrender. "Theres naught more, husband... yell have to do as
ye see fit."
"Aye," said Robert, "I shall."
"Then turn them loose," she said almost casually, "But bring the children
"Well bring the children. The murderin rogues Im sendin to Dumfries,"
said Robert, remounting his horse. "Therell be English judges holdin
court next month."
"Lawin' the curse onto the English, are we, Robert?"
He shrugged. She thought she saw a light smile play across his lips.
Robert went to Thomas as Elizabeth told the two rescued starvelings that
they would come with them to Castle Lochmaben and reside there. She then
called for one of the knights to bring them horses to ride. The young man
quickly rounded up two of the horses loosed by the slaying of the dead
thieves and brought them to Elizabeth for her approval. One of the girls
asked a boon.
"Please, Milady, may we ride one of those horses and this one," she asked
with tears in her large, sunken eyes as she rubbed the nose of one of the
mounts brought by the knight.
Elizabeth looked puzzled until the other child said, "This was our das,
and that one," she pointed to a large mare a fair distance away in the
care of another knight, "our ma would ride wi us."
"Then ye shall have them." Elizabeth looked at the knight who promptly
retrieved the other horse. As she helped each girl onto a horse, she said,
"Hold tight as you can. We shall travel at a walk, so you need not fear."
After they were mounted, she added, "These are your inheritance from your
father. They belong to you, now, and their increase as well." Elizabeth
then remounted and rode up the hill toward Robert, the two girls close
behind. As they clung to the animals, they were warmer than they had been
for days, in spite of the chill wind. Elizabeth seemed to them to be a
kind lady, perhaps even as kind as their mothers.
Thomas and the four knights tethered the prisoners to each other, forming
them in a line with Redback in the front. Thomas took a length of rope and
tied it around Redbacks neck and mounted his horse.
A quick jerk on Redbacks tether let the criminals know they were walking,
not riding, to their fates. They cursed and spat on one another, each
blaming the others for their poorly completed misadventure. Certainly it
would be late that night before they reached their dungeon cell in Castle
Dumfries. The knights rode on either side of the prisoners and as rear
guard, each also taking the leads of two or more of the captured horses.
The fancy stolen purses hanging like trophies from the saddlebows of the
thieves were indeed heavily laden with a rich booty as Robert discovered
"They could have lived like kings, had they only known when to quit,"
The reformed entourage headed toward Castle Lochmaben.
"A day for the hunt was all I wanted ere I leave," lamented Robert.
Elizabeth looked quizzically at her husband, "Yer leavin?"
"Aye. Im to England in a day or two," he said quietly. "My lands there
"Lands be damned!" she replied, frowning. "Tis winter!"
"Aye, but business must be minded, even in winter. And, theres to be a
celebration of the kings birthday, to which Im invited. I shall take
Edward, and Thomas Randolph. Those two rowdies will enjoy a good party
more than shall I, responsible old married man that I am," he said with a
broad grin. At that, he leaned in his saddle and kissed his smiling bride.
The story continues in the novel Rebel King - Hammer of the Scots
Charles Randolph Bruce
Carolyn Hale Bruce
co-authors of Rebel King-Hammer of the Scots
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