Love stories; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
"I am," I declared hotly, "neither a matchmaker, especially for
adventurers, nor a scheming politician, and on both grounds I decline
to have anything to do with you. Your insistence compels me to speak
with a plainness which I would rather have avoided, but you must blame
yourself. It's a far cry to Loch Awe, and a farther cry to the pardon
of the Black Colonel, but he thinks it might be contrived if he had
Marget Forbes and her property for a trump card. A pretty scheme, but
not one which my commission for King George instructs me to
countenance."
Now I, in turn, had gone aflame, despite all my resolve to the
contrary, but if I had spoken the name of Marget Forbes it was, I tried
to reflect, as if it had no intimate meaning for me. That would have
been to blunder doubly, because it would show me personally, nay,
intimately, interested.
The Black Colonel had been silent, and, when I ceased talking, I
noticed a strained, even a queer, look in his eye. Was he counting up
some element of the game which, thus far, was unknown to me? For when
the minds of men rub fiercely against each other, as ours had been
doing, they speak quicker than words. A kind of communication springs
up, vague of detail, but unfailing in its general import.
I was not surprised, therefore, when the Black Colonel put his hand
within his coat and drew a paper from a pocket there. But I was
surprised when he said, "I have something here which I owe to the
favour of my friends in the south, and you will find that it bears upon
our conversation." He unfolded the paper slowly, I seeing, as he did
so, that it was an official paper, and then he handed it to me.
It was not easy to read, in the dim light of the Colonel's Bed, thanks
to its crabbed orthography and its long formal phrasing, but gradually
I made out its wording to be this:
"Greetings:
"Whereas, trusty and well-beloved councillors advise it in the interest
of our cause in the Scottish Highlands, that influential gentlemen who
have been Jacobite in sympathy, and even act, be won over to Our
Settled Sovereignship;
"Therefore it is ordered that they shall, wherever possible, be
installed in the headship of houses and estates kindred to them, which
have been forfeit and estreated, all on strict condition of loyalty to
Ourselves and our Crown for ever;
"And this wisely considered and, in our graciousness of heart, clement
policy, shall, we instruct, apply to John Farquharson of Inverery,
commonly called the Black Colonel, if, and when, he is able to
implement its essence in reference to the Forbes estate of Corgarff in
the far uplands of Aberdeenshire, where we wish to be loyally regarded
by our subjects.
"In token of all which foregoing greetings and intimations on our part,
herewith witness our royal signature.
"GEORGE REX."
"You understand?" said the Black Colonel, as I lifted my eyes from the
document and handed it back to him.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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