The Scottish Duke

The Highlander Scotland 1715 Battles known as the Jacobite rebellion have plagued Scotland. There are many intense battles and lots of wounded soldiers. People help the best they can whether it be healing, providing food and shelter, or providing horses. I chose to become a healer. I live in a small house with my sister and mother. My father died in battle. There are helpful herbs and plants that grow around my house. I grabbed my satchel and started filling it with herbs. I took a small bottle of whiskey and a dagger. I rushed out to the fields to help my fellow scots. I trudged through the grass looking through bodies to help the injured warriors. I can hardly look at what the English have done to us. I can nurse a few back to life but I must keep quiet. I can’t let the English find me. I heard the whiny of a horse and whipped my head up. British soldiers were coming towards the field with a cart to collect the dead soldiers. The captain and his soldiers came closer. I stayed still and listened to what they were saying. “Sir Mathews was here. I know it for sure.” A soldier hissed. “That traitor, we will hunt him down like the animal he really is.” His Captain threatened. “But what of the duke Sir?” the soldier asked. “The duke of Weleton might have been here too. Secretly as to not endanger his land.” The captain speculated. The duke himself! I thought, I hope he is all right. “It only matters that Sir Mathews and the duke are traitors and must be caught and punished accordingly” The captain ordered. “Find them now! I will reward whoever finds them with some of Weleton’s land. Now go!” I kept quiet as the British passed. It would not end well if I were spotted. A couple of bushes up the hill caught my eye. The perfect place to hide! I cheered inwardly. I started to sneak up to the bushes, but something caught my eye. The sun was bouncing off a compass, making the gold shine. I reached down and picked it up. This could help me. Now I won’t end up lost like the last time I went to pick herbs in the highlands. I made it to the bushes just in time. I crawled behind them and sat still. I’ll hide here till the English men leave, then I can heal some of our soldiers. I planned out in my head. I lifted the branches so I could watch the British then I saw a pair of boots! My eyes trailed along the boots and up the legs to see a wounded highlander. Blood was soaking through the front of his kilt and he moaned quietly.