Young Archibald, the Black Douglas's bastard son, returns from exile to a Scotland ravaged by war. The war-hardened Knight of Liddesdale will teach him what he must learn. And with danger on every side, he must learn to sleep with one eye open and a claymore in his hand because even their closest ally may betray them...
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Will scooped up a
rock, tossed it in reply, then said, "Archibald here will be one of the
mighty, feared knights of Douglas after tomorrow.”
"He's tall
enough for it.” He winked. "At least he is nae skinny as a crane, like
someone in the camp."
"Better
skinny than a fat-headed loon like you."
"I left a
wineskin in my tent. I might be willing to share, even with someone who can hide
behind a broomstick." With a shove, Thomas tumbled Will off his log.
Will jumped up and
ran, whooping.
I burst out
laughing. "I hope you really have some wine."
"Aye, I do.
The two of you may as well celebrate tonight because you will be busy tomorrow."
His face grew serious. "Our first taste of battle as a knight. But surely
it cannae be that different from being a squire."
I grinned.
"But the important question is which of us will be first up the ladder? I
say it will be me."
Thomas thrust a
fist into the air. "I am the King's bannerman. It should be me."
I slapped him on
the shoulder. "I cannae argue with that. You and Will go first, but leave
some of the English for me."
Then Will came
back, held out the wineskin, and waggled it back and forth. When Thomas grabbed
at it, Will gave it a squeeze. A thin stream of red squirted in Thomas's face.
Thomas jumped up.
"Hoi! Don't waste good wine."
Will dodged,
laughing. "I tasted it. It isnae that good."
I lunged and
grabbed it. I squeezed a stream into my mouth. God's toenails, it was almost
vinegar, but I did not care. Will and Thomas would drink with me tonight and
fight beside me on the morrow. That would more than make up for the taste of
the wine. I handed it to Thomas, and we shared a grin.
When the two
eventually stumbled away, I went into the tent to sleep at the foot of Sir
William's cot, my last night as his squire. For a long time, I lay staring into
the dark, trying to see an unimaginable future.
When Sir William
nudged me with his foot, I opened my eyes, surprised that I had fallen asleep.
The day had dawned
warm, and from outside came an uproar of knights shouting for armor and the
clamor of men-at-arms claiming their spears. The camp was in a fever of noise
and preparation.
I aided him into
his armor, then, for once, he aided me as well.
He nodded.
"It is time." When I laughed, he gave the back of my head a friendly
slap.
So I bit my lip to
hide my grin and followed him through the camp, squelching through mud churned
up by thousands of feet. We wended through tents that stretched across the
broad field. A wind had come up, and charcoal-gray clouds tumbled over each
other on the horizon.
At the front of
the King's tent was a crowd all in armor. I wondered if they could hear my
heart hammering. It seemed so loud, beating so hard it might escape my chest.
King David stood
with Sir Robert Keith, the Marischal, before the tall staff that held his
banner. He was dressed for battle in a gilt steel cuirass with steel faulds,
gauntlets, and greaves covered by a surcoat embroidered with a lion rampant,
the gems for its eyes catching the light.
"I have
brought you my squire, Your Grace." Sir William held out the hilt of a
sword with one hand and a belt in the other.
David's eyes met
mine and crinkled into a smile impossible not to return. In these past few
years, I had grown so much that I now topped him by a hand's span. Strange to
remember when I was little more than a bairn, and he had promised this day
would come. He would make me a knight.
I wiped my sweaty
hands down the white tabard covering my chainmail hauberk and dropped to both
knees at his feet.
He lifted the
sword and tapped me firmly on first one shoulder and then the other. "In
the honor of the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, I make you a knight. Be you
good and faithful and never traffic with traitors until your life's end."
The knights behind
me raised a din, hammering on their shields. Colban and Gamelin whooped and
shouted, "A Douglas! A Douglas!" The rest of the throng joined in
until the camp rang with it.
David reached both
hands toward me, and I placed mine between his.
My throat was so
tight that I had to clear it to speak. "I, Archibald Douglas, become your
man in life and in death, faithful and loyal to you against all men who live,
move, or die. I declare you to be my king and my liege lord—so may God help me
and all of the saints."
"By the grace
of God, I take you as my man." For a moment, David's hands tightened on
mine. "Arise, Sir Archibald!"
I stood and
another cheer went up. Sir Robert held the sword while David fastened the belt
around my waist. He took the sword and proffered it, and with a steady hand, I
accepted. Sir William dropped to a knee and fastened on my golden spurs.
I turned and gave
Will, standing behind me for his turn, a light punch on his shoulder. My grin
was so big it hurt my cheeks. I remembered telling him so long ago that it
would be a braw day when we would fight together. And this was that day. And
both of us knights.
J R Tomlin is the author of
twenty historical novels.
Her historical novels are
mainly set in Scotland. You can trace her love of that nation to the stories of
Robert the Bruce and the Black Douglas that her grandmother read her when she
was small and to her hillwalking through the Scottish Cairngorms where the
granite mountains have a gorgeous red glow under the setting sun.
In addition
to having lived in Scotland, she has traveled in the US, mainland Europe, and
the Pacific Rim. She now lives in Oregon.
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