Edinburgh Castle—March 1314
Edinburgh Castle—March 1314“Have another swallow of the old barley bree, laddie!”
“Aye, let us see what the lad is made of!”
Alasdair choked on the healthy measure of whisky being poured down his throat by his gleeful compatriots. ’Twas not the first he had sipped this night and his difficulty in focusing on the faces of those about him showed the result. At one and thirty, he was no wee laddie, but he did not correct the old codgers.
After all, this was a moment to celebrate! This very night they had routed the English and claimed Edinburgh castle for Robert the Bruce. Now, flushed with victory, they roamed in victorious exploration of their newly gained prize.
’Twas only a matter of time before Robert the Bruce took Stirling Castle, as well. Then, Scotlan
