The Yellow Frigate; or, The Three SistersGrant, James
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The Yellow Frigate; or, The Three Sisters
Grant, James
Scotland -- History -- 1057-1603 -- Fiction
"Ay, farewell, Lindesay--a long farewell to Scotland and to thee--for
France or Holland now must be my home."
Thus urged, and knowing that alone and unattended he might escape
more easily and unnoticed, than if followed by a train, James turned
his grey horse's head towards the north, and gladly left behind that
bloody and corpse-encumbered plain.
Thousands of arrows, with their feathers uppermost, planted all the
turf around him; here the earth was torn by hoofs, and there it was
furrowed up by cannon-shot. Men and horses, dead or wounded, or
writhing and dying, lay singly or in piles and heaps together, among
a vast _débris_ of broken helmets, torn standards, and bloody
pennons, splintered spears, swords, scarfs, and bucklers, near the
Sauchieburn, which yet gurgled placidly along under its pale green
willows, as the King leaped his fiery and unwearied horse over it,
and with a breaking heart rode towards the banks of the Forth, while
night and sorrow descended together on that disastrous field. On, on
he rode with a breaking heart, as he hoped, unnoticed and
unknown--but hoped in vain; for close behind, and tracking him like
blood-hounds, as history tells us, were Sir Patrick of Kyneff, Sir
James of Sauchie, Stirling of Keir, and Borthwick, the apostate monk
of Dunblane.
CHAPTER XXXV.
THE FOUR HORSEMEN.
"Look ye, sirs!
The breath of murder loads the air to-night--
Be watchful and be wary."
_Old Play._
Under the Duke of Montrose, Lindesay his son, the Earls of Mar,
Athole, and others, the main body of James's forces retired slowly
through the Torwood, by the old Roman Way, still fighting with
obstinate valour, and protracting the struggle until the long and
lingering eve of June had faded into night, and darkness spread a
veil over the horrors of the battle, when the royalists, as usual
with all hastily collected levies, retired into the mountains, and
disbanded.
The victorious lords, with the young prince still in their
possession, passed that night near the field, and next day marched to
the town and palace of Linlithgow.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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