the days slipped by and when hawick had mustered two thousand foot and some 300 horse he decided to move northward up liddisdale. the duke of ochil nominally commanded the cavalry, but was really the guiding spirit of the whole.
angus, that is aline, acted as ochil’s page or squire and was soon very highly in favour with all the officers. she was, however, very uncommunicative and kept herself to herself, the which she found much easier, in that there was a reserved hauteur about ian when dealing with those that were at all his equals, which he never displayed when dealing with inferiors. at the same time every one’s respect for him was very marked and his power over the men was immense. this new aspect of his character interested aline not a little.
there had been rumours for some time of a gathering for an english raid upon scotland and early on the morning of the third day after leaving canonbie, their scouts brought word of the presence of an english force, three thousand strong, that had moved up the tyne from bellingham.
before setting forth, the duke of ochil spoke a few words of encouragement to the men. “it may seem,” he said, “that neither on their side nor on ours are345 there enough to make our encounter of great moment, yet is there more in the balance than that of which ye may be in any wise aware. our country is in the hour of her trial and a little thing may decide the final outcome. on the one hand there is france and on the other hand there is england, both eager to swallow her up. yet are there greater issues than this,—not only is the freedom of our bodies at stake, but the freedom of our souls and not only of our souls but of those of mankind.
“our host is small and our deeds may be obscure; yet though fame is not likely to be ours, that which we do this day may well be the foundation of greater things and by our blood we may purchase liberty of conscience throughout the whole world. no deed is ever so small as to be of no account and if we play the coward it may be the small beginning that shall bring upon the nations an avalanche of woe.
“it is for the higher that we strive,—for all that is noblest in man against all that is low. yea, i know that many of you here, yourselves forget the glory of our destiny, zealous though ye be within your lights. yet it is the fight of enlightenment against darkness. it is truth and development, love and beauty against all that is narrow and stagnant, false and ugly. and if victory be with us, see how great is the charge upon us that we ourselves do not fall short of our high endeavour.
“i have said that our host is small and our deeds must be small likewise, and yet it is not a little thing that i ask of each individual man. i ask all that ye have, i ask your lives. nor do i presume to say that346 the lord is on our side, but i do say that if each do act according to his conscience, while putting aside all prejudice and all bitterness of heart that might narrow that conscience, it is not for us to fear the issue. yea, as far as our minds may discern, we fight for god and our country.”
so he spoke, and there went up a great shouting, “for god and for our country.”
it was a still cold day and the very air seemed tense with the issues involved. aline’s heart beat with excitement, yet she was surprised how calm she felt. “surely i am afeared,” she said, “and yet i am full of gladness and am ready to give my life, as ian has asked.” she rode upon a grey charger carrying the banner of ochil which she had hastily made at canonbie with her own hands;—azure, a fesse between three crescents argent.[28] ian lacked aline’s happy disposition, and looked troubled, but his resolution to do or die was no whit less determined.
28 a blue field divided horizontally by a broad silver band; two silver crescents above and one below.
the english cavalry were, as usual, immensely superior in numbers, and while the scots forces were forming their line, they hoped to press the advantage by a charge, which at the same time should cover the advance of their own infantry deploying out of the valley.
the scots were in two ranks, with the reserves below the crest of the hill, every front man, the butt of his pike against his right foot and the point breast high, the while those behind crossed their pike points with those forward. ian held his horsemen back on the right flank, while the bowmen were on the left.
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the enemy charged swiftly over the haugh, their gay pennons a-flutter on their lances, a brave sight to see. and as they came they shouted;—“down with the heretics; come on, ye coward loons.”
“for god and our country,” the scots replied, as the wave of southrons hurled itself upon the bristling pikes, only to break and scatter as many a man of that goodly host met his doom.
ian taking them at a disadvantage led the scots’ horse in a counter-charge and menacingly they thundered over the plain, so that despite his smaller force he drove them behind their own lines and numbers more of the english bit the dust and among them the lord of almouth, their leader, a noble and brave youth who received a lance thrust in his side and fell to earth gripping the soil with both his hands in the agony of death. and many a gay scots gallant lay on the ground between the hosts and the corbies gathered in the air watching for their time to come.
then for a while the battle fell to those on foot and furiously they fought and many doughty deeds were done on either side that day. but terrible was the slaughter, as neither party would yield the advantage to the other; and the shouting of the fighters mingled with cries of the wounded, and ever and anon there boomed the roar of the artillery in the which the english had the better of the scots.
the fight was stubborn and aline’s mood, at first all eager, now gave place to one of dread, the light began to fail and a voice within the air seemed to whisper, “whensoever the day goes down, the spirits of darkness will gather for your destruction and then it will348 be too late.” she even thought she saw “old moll” stalking through the battle-field and gloating over the slain.
the battle wavered from side to side and at length it seemed for the scots as though all were lost. they had sadly given way and at the direst moment of their need the earl of sanquhar, a man of great valour and a tower of strength, was shot by an english archer and the arrow went in at his throat and pierced right through his neck and he fell forward speechless and the dark mist clouded his eyes. then the scots wavered and fell back still more and the end seemed come and had it not been for the earl of hawick himself, they would have been utterly worsted. he rushed into the fray and heartened the wavering host and they made a great onset and the battle stayed not.
yet did the cannon of the english work sore havoc in the scottish ranks, whensoever they were not in close combat, and the duke of ochil came to the earl and said; “my lord of hawick, i will endeavour to capture them and we may even turn them on our foes.”
he spoke and aline followed hard after, and he led his men behind the hill to the other flank and then made as he would charge the footmen on the english right. but, as he came near to them, he swerved and, passing round, he advanced to the mouths of the guns, and left and right his men fell on either hand and their souls fled from them; but aline rode safely at his side.
and they came right over against the gunners and one of them did shout lustily and swing his rod over349 the duke and would have felled him to the earth had not aline driven the point of her long sword through his mouth even as he shouted, and he fell backward and was trampled under foot, while the rod fell harmlessly upon the saddle bow, and the rest turned to flee but were cut down and not a man of them escaped.
“thou art indeed the good angel of my destiny,” said ian; but he spake not more at that time, as the fight was heavy upon him.
then were the english guns turned upon the english host and fear got hold of them, brave men though they were, for that they were taken behind and before; and as they shook and hesitated the duke with the two hundred that were left to him charged toward them from the rear. and aline went ever at his side.
but the english horse made haste to come at him from far on their own right, and take him in flank, or ever he closed with those on foot. and as the english foot turned, some this way toward the scottish horse, and some that way toward the scottish foot, a mighty shout arose in the scottish ranks as they closed with the english; “now are they delivered into our hands,” and they waxed ever more terrible till confusion fell upon the men of england and the half of them broke and fled and thus hindered the more part of their own horsemen from coming at the duke.
so he fell upon the other half and victory came on a sudden into his hands; for all the english were now in flight and the left wing of their horse that would have taken the duke in flank fled also.
and as he thanked god for his triumph he looked350 back and his heart failed him, and he shuddered and his breath stood still, for aline was no longer to be seen, in that the grey horse had gone down at the last.
as he gazed his head swam and darkness came over him. victory was his, but aline was lost. he calmed himself and held his spirit in check and even as the wind races over the hills, his thoughts passed through him. “the enemy is scattering on every side. my work for my country is done and therefore may i now turn to that which concerneth my own life.”
there was not a moment to be let slip, the remnant of the right wing of the foemen’s horse was still unbroken, and although too late now to effect their purpose, yet, if so be that aline were still alive, they would pass over the very ground where she must be lying or ever a man might run thither, however swiftly he sped.
he swung round and galloped apace, and there, dead upon the earth, was the grey horse, and by it, on the side next the foe, lay stretched the fair slim page still clutching the banner with the silver fesse.
“surely it will be my own death,” he said, as the horsemen bore down upon him. for an instant the thought unnerved him, but natheless he was at her side. “what matter,” he cried, “the day is won, my work is done, and, aline dead, of what avail is life to me?”
he leaped from his horse. it was too late; even now they were upon him; he might not lift her to the saddle and bear her away.
“can i not break the tide with a barrier of slain steeds?” he said. then swift as the lightning flashes in the heavens, with his right arm he swung her over her own dead horse, while with his left he raised a fallen351 pike. he leaped back and kneeled before the horse, gripping the pike full firmly, whose butt rested on the ground, while with his right hand he drew forth a pistol from his holster.
on they came, they towered into the sky, the air was filled with their shouting and the thunder of their hoofs. a single man! they heeded him not.
he fired, and the horse that would have trampled him fell low. neck and croup over it rolled upon the ground and the horse behind, that strove to leap above it, received the pike in its heart, while ian narrowly avoided destruction under the falling mass.
then as a stream meets a boulder in its course and straightway divides on either hand, so passed the warriors on the left and right.
the rider of the first fallen horse lay in the throes of death, but the second rushed upon him with his sword so that the duke had but scant time to draw and defend himself, and the sword cleft the duke’s helm and the wound was deep.
yet it was no long time they fought, for with swift skill the duke drove his sword throughout his body and he fell with a loud cry to the ground, stretching his arms to heaven, and ian drew out the steel and with the blood the life rushed forth and black night covered his eyes.
but ian, even as he did so, turned to where aline lay, her face all white amid the ruddy gold. he leaned above her. she was not dead, nor even sorely hurt, but stunned and dazed and cut about and bruised.
he raised her with great tenderness and bore her from the scene of carnage just as the evening fell. a352 cold breath blew upon his face and he fancied he heard a voice that hissed—“woe’s me, we are foiled; it is on us the blow has fallen, even ere the darkness came. too late, too late.” at that moment the sun sank and the light vanished behind the hills. the rout was now complete. here and there a few individuals made stand against their pursuers, while little groups of wounded men were crying for succour. the haugh was littered with so many corpses of those who had gone forth that morning in the healthful beauty of their youth, that it was a sight most grievous to behold. ian stumbled with his burden. he himself had been twice sadly wounded again. whither should he go? there were no houses in sight.
he remembered, however, that the house of the laird of dalwhinnie was only about two miles away. there was nowhere else to go, but both the new wounds and the old were exceeding sore and it was with great difficulty that he carried her.
he bore her to the foot of the hill and summoned four troopers, and with their assistance mounted a horse. he would not let any one else touch the child and, accompanied by the troopers, he rode to the house.
the laird was not a protestant, but ian was graciously received and offer was made to accommodate as many of the wounded as possible.
“you had liever pay special attention to those poor english varlets,” said ian. “there will be few to give them heed.”
the lady smiled a sad smile and led the way to a beautifully appointed room. “your grace has a wondrous353 fair child with you,” she said. “i marvel not at your care for him. is he sore hurt?”
“i trust not,” said ian, as he laid aline gently down. he dared not let any one help him, lest aline’s secret should be discovered; so he dressed her wounds himself and put her to bed.
