When we observed them we gave a mighty shout and heaved our weapons into the air, that they might see the excellence of our arming. They sent a shout back again, and I saw in front of their array Bargany himself with a casque on his head, the sun glinting the while on a steel cuirass which covered him back and front. Then I gave the word to blow up the matches; for by this time I was well kenned for a good soldier and proper marksman, and had by my lord himself been put over the hackbuttmen, which was a great honour for one so young. Thus we advanced to the onset. But first my Lord of Cassillis, going to the front, cried to Kennedy of Bargany to know why he withstood him in the highway of the King’s principal town. ’Because ye have lied concerning me to the King. Because ye have slain my men, hated my race, and sought to bring me to my death!’ answered back young Bargany in a clear, high voice. ’Ye lie, man! Have at you with the sword!’ cried our Earl, who was never a great man with his tongue, though sometimes masterful enough with his hands. So with that I gave the order, and our hackbuttmen shot off their pieces, so that more than one of the wearers of the red and white fell headlong. ’A Kennedy! A Kennedy!’ cried the Earl. ’To it, my lads!’ And in a moment we were on them. By instinct we had dropped our matchlocks and taken to the steel, so that the first thing that I knew, I was at Thomas of Drummurchie’s throat with my borrowed pike. He roared an oath, and leaping to the side, he struck the shaft with his two-handed sword, which shore the point off near to my upper grip. And there is little doubt but that I had been spent ere I could have drawn my sword, had not Muckle Hugh of Kirriemore brought his broadsword down upon the steel cap of the Wolf of Drummurchie, so that with the mighty blow he was beaten to the ground, and, being senseless, men trampled upon him as the battle swayed to and fro. Yet I have never forgotten that, but for Hugh, I was that day almost sped, which should have been a lesson to me not to trust to a weapon of which I had no skill, even though it might be an ell longer in the haft than my sword. Also I was thankful to God. ’A Kennedy! a Kennedy!’ cried we. ’We are driving them. They give back!’ For we felt the downward push upon the hillslope, and that gave us courage. And the crying of ’Bargany’ was almost silenced, for now the wearers of the butcher’s colours had enough to do to keep steeks with us, with their faces braced to the brae, and so needed all their breath.