Nigel Tranter - The Steps to the Empty Throne

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The heroic story of Robert the Bruce and his passionate struggle for
Scotland’s freedom
THE STEPS TO THE EMPTY THRONE
THE PATH OF THE HERO KING
THE PRICE OF THE KING’S PEACE
In a world of treachery and violence, Scotland’s most famous hero unites his people in a deadly fight for national survival.
In 1296 Edward Plantagenet, King of England, was determined to bludgeon the freedom-loving Scots into submission. Despite internal clashes and his fierce love for his antagonist’s goddaughter, Robert the Bruce, both Norman lord and Celtic earl, took up the challenge of leading his people against the invaders from the South.
After a desperate struggle, Bruce rose finally to face the English at the memorable battle of Bannockburn. But far from bringing peace, his mighty victory was to herald fourteen years of infighting, savagery, heroism and treachery before the English could be brought to sit at a peace-table and to acknowledge Bruce as a sovereign king.
In this best selling trilogy, Nigel Tranter charts these turbulent years, revealing the flowering of Bruce’s character; how, tutored and encouraged by the heroic William Wallace, he determined to continue the fight for an independent Scotland, sustained by a passionate love for his land and devotion to his people.
“Absorbing a notable achievement’ ― 

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Bruce had been heedful about the numbers of his own men he brought into

town from Lochmaben. Too many would arouse comment, might seem like a

challenge, and provoke trouble with the English. On the other hand,

that he might well require a substantial force of men went without

saying. On the principle that a great lord was entitled, in most

circumstances, to a train of fifty to a hundred, just to maintain his

dignity, he had brought about seventy-five selected horsemen. But, as well, he had arranged that certain of his more important local vassals and sup.

porters should make independent entry to the town, with their own smaller followings. With these, he reckoned that he could call upon a couple of hundred men, at short notice, if the need arose.

His information that Comyn would be in town today was quickly confirmed. He learned that his enemy, who was much involved in this bout of litigation, had installed himself at the small monastery of The Franciscan or Grey Friars, founded by the Lady Devorgilla, Baliol’s mother, in the Castle Wynd, conveniently close to the castle itself. Here Bruce sought him—to learn that his quarry was at present attending the court nearby, but would be back. Bruce declared grimly that he would wait.

He had with him his brothers Nigel and Thomas, and his new brother-in-law Sir Christopher Seton, whom Christian of Mar had recently married. As Bruce anticipated, the news that he was back in Scotland and in fact here in Dumfries, very speedily was conveyed to Comyn in the castle, who promptly found his business there insufficiently vital to detain him from coming to verify the matter.

With a party of relatives and supporters he arrived at the monastery, and even though warned, the sight of Bruce sitting waiting for him before the fire of the refectory undoubtedly perturbed him. He stared.

“I had not looked to see you, my lord. Back. Here in Scotland,” he jerked.

“So soon.”

“No? I warrant you did not I But I am here. Safe and in order.” Bruce’s voice may have sounded steady enough, but only iron control hid the quivering tension that had been part of the man since the fact of Comyn’s treachery had struck him four days before.

“You come from London? From Edward?”

“From Edward, yes. That surprises you?”

“Only that you are not long gone. To return so soon …”

Comyn shrugged.

“You saw the King? Spoke with him?”

“I did.”

The other obviously was nonplussed, “He treated you …

kindly?”

“Not kindly, no. Edward is seldom kind to Scots.”

“Did he speak… of me?”

“What he said is for your privy ear, my lord.”

“Ah, yes TO be sure.” Comyn looked around him at all the ‘interested throng of his own supporters and Bruce’s, filling the all refectory. He beckoned to the Prior, who fussed about, in a flutter with all this splendid company.

“Where may I speak alone with my lord of Carrick?” he demanded.

“My poor house is full, my good lord. With all this of the assize. I can dear a chamber for your lordships, if you will. But if you would but talk together, for a short time, the chapel is nigh. And empty.”

“The chapel, yes. That will serve. Take us there.”

The Prior led them out of a side-door and down a cloister walk. At a short distance behind them Bruce’s brothers and Sir Christopher Seton followed on, as did Comyn’s uncle, Sir Robert, and his Kinsman Master William.

Their guide opened another door at the end of the cloister, which proved to be the vestry entrance to the little church, leading directly into the choir.

Gesturing to the others to stay at the door, Comyn beckoned Bruce forward to just before the altar itself.

“We may speak safely here,” he said.

“A strange place for what falls to pass between you and me!”

the other commented.

“As well as another. What have you to tell me, Bruce?”

“Sufficient to prove you a viler scoundrel than I knew defiled the face of this Scotland!”

“Christ God! You dare to speak so!”

“Aye, and more! And speak with good cause. Dastard I Judas!”

Comyn’s hand dropped to the jewelled hilt of his dirk.

“You will unsay that, Bruce!” he whispered.

“No man speaks so to John Comyn, and lives!”

“Unsay it? I will prove it!”

The other’s dagger was half-out of its sheath before he realised that Bruce’s hand was reaching into a pocket, not for his own dirk.

“What say you to this?” Bruce held out his signed bond, and the enclosing letter to Edward.

Comyn’s swiftly indrawn breath was as eloquent as any words.

He stared at the out-thrust offering.

“I am waiting?”

His opponent moistened his lips.

“Where … did you … get that?” he got out.

”What matters it? Since I have it now.”

“I have been betrayed, then …”

“Betrayed! You to speak of betrayal! You, who made this compact with me. To be your King! And then betrayed me to Edward-to a certain death! Lamberton also-since he signed witness.”

“Haugh I To betray traitors is no fault!”

“Traitors! You name me traitor? Is it possible … that this forsworn wretch … should so name Bruce?” And his hand rose, to point a quivering finger at the other.

Swift as thought Comyn smashed down the accusing hand with his own clenched fist-his left, since his right was still clutching the dagger-haft.

“Aye—traitor, as I have ever known you I Sold to Edward, always.

Sold, for his favour. And his Ulsterwoman, de Burgh …!”

Whether at the snarling mention of Elizabeth’s name, or at the physical blow to his arm, the second such that Comyn had struck him, something snapped in Bruce’s overwrought brain as surely asa breaking bowstring, releasing a scalding red tide which rose swiftly to engulf him. The tingling down struck hand went straight to his dagger. Scarcely knowing what he did, certainly not hearing the cries from the doorway, he whipped out the weapon and, beating aside the still upraised hand that had struck him, drove the steel deep into John Comyn’s breast.

With a choking, bubbling groan, the other collapsed sideways against the altar, handsome features contorted, limbs writhing, and slid to the stone floor.

Dazed, unseeing, Robert Bruce stood, panting for breath.

The horrified shouting of the watchers by the door changed to action.

Sir Robert Comyn, nearest, came running forward, drawing his sword. Nigel Bruce sprang after him, but the two clerics threw themselves in his way; while young Thomas stood appalled, paralysed. Not so Seton. A veteran soldier, he knocked Master William to the ground with a single blow, and leaping over him, raced after Sir Robert.

Comyn’s uncle, cursing in fury, rushed on Bruce, who stood unmoving, as though stunned by what he had done. He did not attempt to parry or even dodge the blow which the older man aimed at him.

The other’s sword-thrust was rageful rather than shrewd. And Bruce, unlike his fallen enemy, had anticipated that this might be the day in which armour would be a wise precaution, and was clad in a jerkin of light chain-mail. The slashing angry swipe drove him staggering backwards against the altar, in turn, but the steel did not penetrate the mail.

With a great roar, Seton hurled himself upon Sir Robert, his own blade nigh. Down it crashed, not in any wild swiping but in sheerest expert killing, on the unprotected neck of the older man.

Head all but severed by that one stroke, Robert Comyn fell, spouting fountains of blood, over the body of his nephew.

Nigel came running to his brother now.

“Robert!” he cried.

“You are hurt? Stricken? Curse him I Robert speak! God’s mercy—are you sore hurt?”

Bruce did not answer, did not so much as shake his head.

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