[In Freedom’s Cause by G. A. Henty]@TWC D-Link bookIn Freedom’s Cause CHAPTER XIV 21/22
But how comes it, sir knight--if I may ask the question without prying into your private affairs--that you, a knight, were at Rathlin? In so wild and lonely an island men of your rank are seldom to be found." "There are many there now, holy prior, far higher in rank than myself," Archie replied, "seeing that Robert the Bruce, crowned King of Scotland, James Douglas, and others of his nobles and knights, are sheltering there with him from the English bloodhounds." "The Bruce at Rathlin!" the prior exclaimed, in surprise.
"The last ship which came hither from the mainland told us that he was a hunted fugitive in Lennox; and we deemed that seeing the MacDougalls of Lorne and all the surrounding chiefs were hostile to him, and the English scattered thickly over all the low country, he must long ere this have fallen into the hands of his enemies." "Thanks to Heaven's protection," Archie said devoutly, "the king with a few followers escaped and safely reached Rathlin!" "Thou shouldst not speak of Heaven's protection," the prior said, sternly, "seeing that Bruce has violated the sanctuary of the church, has slain his enemy within her walls, has drawn down upon himself the anathema of the pope, and has been declared excommunicated and accursed." "The pope, holy father," Archie replied, "although supreme in all holy things, is but little qualified to judge of the matter, seeing that he draws his information from King Edward, under whose protection he lives.
The good Bishops of St.Andrews and Glasgow, with the Abbot of Scone, and many other dignitaries of the Scottish church, have condoned his offense, seeing that it was committed in hot blood and without prior intent.
The king himself bitterly regrets the deed, which preys sorely upon his mind; but I can answer for it that Bruce had no thought of meeting Comyn at Dumfries." "You speak boldly, young sir," the prior said, sternly, "for one over whose head scarce two-and-twenty years can have rolled; but enough now.
You are storm staid and wearied; you are the guests of the convent.
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