Bothwell Bridge, Battle of, Scotland, 1679 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Scotland -- History -- 1660-1688 -- Fiction; War stories
“A free pardon to all,” continued the young officer, still addressing the
body of the insurgents--“to all but”--
“Then the Lord grant grace to thy soul--amen!” said Burley.
With these words he fired, and Cornet Richard Grahame dropped from his
horse. The shot was mortal. The unfortunate young gentleman had only
strength to turn himself on the ground and mutter forth, “My poor
mother!” when life forsook him in the effort. His startled horse fled
back to the regiment at the gallop, as did his scarce less affrighted
attendant.
“What have you done?” said one of Balfour’s brother officers.
“My duty,” said Balfour, firmly. “Is it not written, Thou shalt be
zealous even to slaying? Let those, who dare, now venture to speak of
truce or pardon!”
Claverhouse saw his nephew fall. He turned his eye on Evandale, while a
transitory glance of indescribable emotion disturbed, for a second’s
space, the serenity of his features, and briefly said, “You see the
event.”
“I will avenge him, or die!” exclaimed Evandale; and, putting his horse
into motion, rode furiously down the hill, followed by his own troop, and
that of the deceased Cornet, which broke down without orders; and, each
striving to be the foremost to revenge their young officer, their ranks
soon fell into confusion. These forces formed the first line of the
royalists. It was in vain that Claverhouse exclaimed, “Halt! halt! this
rashness will undo us.” It was all that he could accomplish, by galloping
along the second line, entreating, commanding, and even menacing the men
with his sword, that he could restrain them from following an example so
contagious.
“Allan,” he said, as soon as he had rendered the men in some degree more
steady, “lead them slowly down the hill to support Lord Evandale, who is
about to need it very much.--Bothwell, thou art a cool and a daring
fellow”--
“Ay,” muttered Bothwell, “you can remember that in a moment like this.”
“Lead ten file up the hollow to the right,” continued his commanding
officer, “and try every means to get through the bog; then form and
charge the rebels in flank and rear, while they are engaged with us in
front.”
Bothwell made a signal of intelligence and obedience, and moved off with
his party at a rapid pace.
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