Story Update: Kithe and Kin, Ch. 5, 4/4

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      Forging the Blade: Part II -- Kithe and Kin
      Chapter 5
      MacGeorge
      
      For acknowledgements and disclaimers, see Part 0.
      
      
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      Duncan had been quiet and subdued on their hard ride, not
      even perking up as they reached the outskirts of the city.
      Connor should have been glad, he supposed, that Duncan had
      learned the hard lesson of misplaced confidence and
      arrogance without managing to lose his head. But it had
      taken a long time for Duncan to emerge from his shell, and
      his encounter with Martin Hyde was definitely a setback.
      
      “Have you ever been to sea?” Connor asked as they made their
      way on the cobblestones down towards the dock, after selling
      both their horses to a stable and arranging for the rest of
      their to be gear stored in trunks and delivered to the ship.
      
      “Aye,” Duncan answered, without elaborating.
      
      “When was that?” Connor probed, hoping Duncan would open up
      a little. After all, they were finally leaving to see the
      wider world, just as Duncan had wanted.
      
      “A fisherman and his family took me in for a season
      after…after I left Glenfinnan,” he answered. “He took his
      boat into the outer Hebrides and we spent days out there.
      They were very good to me, but I had to leave.” “Why?”
      
      “We were caught in a storm, and landed on an island with a
      monastery. I…I wandered into the chapel and…” Duncan stopped
      talking, but continued to walk, his chin tucked tight into
      his neck.
      
      “And what?” Connor stopped Duncan with a hand on his arm,
      sensing this was something important that the lad had not
      previously discussed.
      
      “I had a vision,” Duncan answered so softly Connor barely
      heard him.
      
      “A vision?” Connor repeated, then inwardly cursed himself
      for sound disbelieving.
      
      “It was nothing important,” Duncan snapped and resumed
      walking.
      
      But Connor grabbed Duncan’s elbow and brought him to a halt.
      “Tell me, Duncan. I want to know.”
      
      Duncan crossed his arms, looking away, a strange, distant
      look on his face. “I saw…an old man, pointing me towards the
      east. The voice said… Oh, this is ridiculous,” Duncan
      sighed. “It wasn’t real. I was just tired and hungry.”
      
      “Dammit, tell me what you saw!” Connor insisted. “I don’t
      think you’re mad, Duncan, if that’s what worries you. I,
      too, have had strange dreams.”
      
      Duncan signed tiredly, shaking his head. “This was no dream,
      Connor. I just know I ended up at Strathconnon forest as
      though I were driven there, where…something happened. It
      helped me decide to join the MacGregors, and that’s where
      you found me.”
      
      Duncan’s face was now closed, his lips shut tightly
      together. Whatever had happened in Strathconnon Forest,
      Duncan had kept it to himself for years now, and it seemed
      unlikely he would reveal that secret here on the streets of
      Aberdeen.
      
      “All right, lad,” Connor sighed, squeezing Duncan’s
      shoulder, and turned them towards the river. They eventually
      reached the ‘auld Brig o’Balgounie’, with its single Gothic
      arch stretching over the black waters of the Don, and
      crossed over towards the harbor.
      
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      “Oh, she’s beautiful,” Duncan said in awe as they approached
      the side of the Brigitte. “And she’s so big!” Connor smiled,
      since he wasn’t sure whether Duncan was referring to the
      ship, or the ship’s buxom figurehead.
      
      “The figurehead is a rather idealized image of Seamus
      O’Brien’s late wife, and the ship is named for his
      daughter,” Connor informed him as they bumped gently against
      the side, and he helped Duncan reach for a line to haul
      himself aboard. Connor supposed he should have mentioned the
      problem of Brigitte to Duncan earlier, but he had been
      trying not to think about the tortuous prospect of being
      isolated on a ship with her for days or even weeks at a
      time. He pulled himself over the side, steeling himself to
      be tackled by a flurry of skirts once again, but he reached
      the deck without incident, and turned at the unexpected
      silence.
      
      Brigitte was standing with her mouth slightly open, her
      cheeks flushed, her blue eyes glazed over, staring at
      Duncan. Duncan was staring at Brigitte, no doubt surprised
      to find the image of the ship’s figurehead appearing in very
      real and vibrant life.
      
      Connor smiled. “Brigitte, I’d like to introduce you to my
      cousin, Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.”
      
      Brigitte took one tentative step forward. “Your cousin?” her
      voice squeaked. “I mean, I’m so pleased to meet you,
      Duncan.” She drew out her pronunciation of the name, as
      though the very sound of it had slightly immobilized her
      tongue, and then… she curtseyed.
      
      Connor’s mouth dropped open. He couldn’t recall ever having
      seen the girl curtsey before. He and Seamus exchanged amazed
      glances, then turned as Duncan smiled and spoke.
      
      “Delighted to meet you, Miss O’Brien,” he said softly,
      taking her hand and kissing it like a seasoned courtier.
      
      Seamus sidled over to Connor. “Well, old friend,” he
      whispered. “I think we’ve solved your problem, but who is
      going to solve your cousin’s problem?”
      
      Connor chuckled. “There are some problems my cousin will
      have to solve entirely on his own.” Louder, he announced.
      “Why don’t we go below decks, Duncan? Captain O’Brien has
      some remarkable grog you must try.”
      
      
      End of Chapter 5
      
      to be continued
      
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      Author's Notes:
      
      1) Huntly Castle: Some of its history is: In 1506, the name
      was changed from Strathbogie to Huntly. The castle was
      slighted in 1562 after the death (from apoplexy) of the 4th
      Earl. The castle was restored, but was attacked by James VI
      and damaged in 1594 then restored again in 1602. The 2nd
      Marquis of Huntly was hanged for his support of Charles I
      and in 1640 the castle was occupied by the Covenanters, who
      destroyed much of the interior, including defacing much of
      the stonework of religious images. In 1644, it was taken by
      the forces of Montrose. It was garrisoned by Hanoverian
      soldiers until 1745, but by then was abandoned as a
      residence. It was then used as a quarry and dump until
      cleared in 1923.
      
      A courtyard adjoining the tower had ranges of buildings on
      two sides. >From the entrance, a straight stair leads down
      to the vaulted basement, which contains three cellars and a
      prison in the large round tower. The hall is on the first
      floor and contains many fine fireplaces. The five story
      tower has an interesting oriel windows, and the facade above
      and below the windows has an inscription bearing the name of
      the first Earl of Huntly and his wife.
      
      Above information taken from the following site, where you
      can also find photos of the ruins of Huntly Castle:
      http://www.frii.com/~phouka/travel/castles/huntly/huntly.html
      
      2) The use of the term “blackmail” (used by the Earl of
      Huntly) refers to a ‘voluntary’ tax or insurance levied by a
      Highland freebooter, who undertook to ‘protect’ the cattle
      and property of the payers from all depredation of
      marauders. It was strictly against the law, but on the
      “highland line” was tacitly recognized and practiced.
      “Black” is supposed to be derived from and old Teutonic
      word, “blacken,” to plunder. [from “Scotland, Historic and
      Romantic, Vol, II", by Maria Hornor Lansdale, Published by
      John C. Winston Co., Philadelphia, PA, 1901
      
      3) For a discussion of Letters of Marque, and some specific
      examples, more information can be found at:
      http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Garden/5213/marque.htm
      
      4) The history of the kingdom of Prussia, which eventually
      became modern Germany, is quite complex as various duchys
      and cities gradually came together under a single Proctor.
      At the time of this story, the Prussian Elector was George
      William (1619-1640). However, in 1640, only a decade after
      this story takes place, George William's son, Frederick
      William (1640-1688), came to power, and came to be known as
      the Great Elector. He freed the electorate from a long
      period of invasions and occupations by the Swedes, acquired
      eastern Pomerania, Halberstadt, Minden and Kammin, and the
      archbishopric of Magdeburg, becoming the leading Protestant
      prince in Germany, second only to Austria among the
      principalities of the empire. By 1740, Frederick II was King
      of Prussia, and known in history as Frederick the Great, one
      of the more influential figures in the history of Europe.
      
      Finding a concise summary of Prussian history on the web was
      difficult, but the best I saw (and the source for the
      majority of the above information) was at:
      
      http://www.hfac.uh.edu/gbrown/philosophers/leibniz/BritannicaPages/Brandenburg/Brandenburg.html
      
      A list of the rulers of Prussia can be found at:
      http://www.spsg.de/e_htdoc/BPH.html
      
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