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D. K. Broster. The Jacobite Trilogy: The Flight of the Heron, The Gleam in the North & The Dark Mile
The Jacobite Trilogy: The Flight of the Heron, The Gleam in the North & The Dark Mile
Table of Contents
THE FLIGHT OF THE HERON
PROLOGUE. A PROMISE OF FAIR WEATHER
(1)
(2)
I. THROUGH ENGLISH EYES
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
II. FLOOD-TIDE
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
III. THE EBB
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
IV ‘YOUR DEBTOR, EWEN CAMERON’
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
V. THE HERON’S FLIGHT IS ENDED
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
EPILOGUE. HARBOUR OF GRACE
THE GLEAM IN THE NORTH
CHAPTER I. THE BROKEN CLAYMORE
(1)
(2)
(3)
(4)
(5)
CHAPTER II. LIEUTENANT HECTOR GRANT OF THE RÉGIMENT D’ALBANIE
CHAPTER III. A FRENCH SONG BY LOCH TREIG
CHAPTER IV. THE MAN WITH A PRICE ON HIS HEAD
(1)
(2)
(3)
CHAPTER V. KEITHIE HAS TOO MANY PHYSICIANS
(1)
(2)
CHAPTER VI ‘WHO IS THIS MAN?’
(1)
(2)
CHAPTER VII. A GREAT MANY LIES
(1)
(2)
CHAPTER VIII. ON CHRISTMAS NIGHT
(1)
(2)
(3)
CHAPTER IX. THE WORM AT THE HEART
(1)
(2)
(3)
CHAPTER X ‘AN ENEMY HATH DONE THIS’
(1)
(2)
(3)
CHAPTER XI. THE CASTLE ON THE SHORE
CHAPTER XII. AFTER SUNSET
(1)
(2)
CHAPTER XIII. THE RELUCTANT VILLAIN
(1)
(2)
CHAPTER XIV. IN TIME—AND TOO LATE
(1)
(2)
CHAPTER XV ‘ ’TWAS THERE THAT WE PARTED——’
(1)
(2)
CHAPTER XVI. THE DOOR IN ARLINGTON STREET
(1)
(2)
(3)
CHAPTER XVII. FORESEEN AND UNFORESEEN
(1)
(2)
CHAPTER XVIII. CROSSING SWORDS
CHAPTER XIX. KEITH WINDHAM’S MOTHER
(1)
(2)
CHAPTER XX ‘LOCHABER NO MORE’
CHAPTER XXI. FINLAY MACPHAIR IS BOTH UNLUCKY AND FORTUNATE
(1)
(2)
CHAPTER XXII ‘STONE-DEAD HATH NO FELLOW’
(1)
(2)
CHAPTER XXIII. CONSTANT AS STEEL
CHAPTER XXIV ‘THE SALLY-PORT TO ETERNITY’
EPILOGUE
THE DARK MILE
PROLOGUE. THE THIRTEENTH CHIEF
§ 1
§ 2
§ 3
CHAPTER I. WHAT THE MOON SAW
CHAPTER II. ON HIS VERY HEARTHSTONE
CHAPTER III. BRANDED
§ 1
§ 2
§ 3
CHAPTER IV. THE LADY FROM THE LOCH
§ 1
§ 2
CHAPTER V. WOULD SHE WERE GONE!
§ 1
§ 2
CHAPTER VI. THE FIELD OF DAISIES
§ 1
§ 2
CHAPTER VII. AN EXPLANATION AT THE GOATS’ WHEY
§ 1
§ 2
§ 3
CHAPTER VIII. THE ONLY SAFETY
§ 1
§ 2
§ 3
CHAPTER IX. OTHER PEOPLE’S LOVE AFFAIRS
§ 1
§ 2
§ 3
CHAPTER X. FATHER AND SON
CHAPTER XI. IAN STEWART LISTENS TO THE DEVIL
§ 1
§ 2
§ 3
CHAPTER XII “OUT, SWORD, AND TO A SORE PURPOSE!”
§ 1
§ 2
CHAPTER XIII. CASTLE DANGEROUS
§ 1
§ 2
CHAPTER XIV “WILL YOU WALK INTO MY PARLOUR?”
§ 1
§ 2
CHAPTER XV. ON THE VERGE
CHAPTER XVI. ANOTHER IN THE TOILS
§ 1
§ 2
CHAPTER XVII. DELIVERANCE
CHAPTER XVIII. IAN DOES SOME HARD THINGS
§ 1
§ 2
§ 3
CHAPTER XIX. FINLAY’S TOOL . . . ?
§ 1
§ 2
CHAPTER XX. IN A GREEN RIDING HABIT
CHAPTER XXI. TORMENT
§ 1
§ 2
CHAPTER XXII. THE COUNTER THRUST
§ 1
§ 2
CHAPTER XXIII. THE STREAM IN SPATE
§ 1
§ 2
§ 3
CHAPTER XXIV “ASK MR. MAITLAND . . .”
§ 1
§ 2
CHAPTER XXV “HE FORGAVE . . .”
CHAPTER XXVI. A LIFE FOR A LIFE
§ 1
§ 2
CHAPTER XXVII. LIGHT IN THE DARK MILE
§ 1
§ 2
§ 3
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE KING OF LOCHLANN’S DAUGHTER
§ 1
§ 2
§ 3
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D. K. Broster
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Lochiel indeed, now a man of fifty, had always been to his young cousin elder brother and father in one, for Ewen’s own father had been obliged to flee the country after the abortive little Jacobite attempt of 1719, leaving behind him his wife and the son of whom she had been but three days delivered. Ewen’s mother—a Stewart of Appin—did not survive his birth a fortnight, and he was nursed, with her own black-haired Lachlan, by Seonaid MacMartin, the wife of his father’s piper—no unusual event in a land of fosterage. But after a while arrived Miss Cameron, the laird’s sister, to take charge of the deserted house of Ardroy and to look after the motherless boy, who before the year had ended was fatherless too, for John Cameron died of fever in Amsterdam, and the child of six months old became ‘Mac ’ic Ailein,’ the head of the cadet branch of Cameron of Ardroy. Hence Ewen, with Miss Cameron’s assistance—and Lochiel’s supervision—had ruled his little domain for as long as he could remember, save only for the two years when he was abroad for his education.
It was there, in the Jacobite society of Paris, that he had met Alison Grant, the daughter of a poor, learned and almost permanently exiled Highland gentleman, a Grant of Glenmoriston, a plotter rather than a fighter. But because Alison, though quite as much in love with her young chieftain as he with her, had refused to leave her father alone in exile—for the brother of sixteen just entering a French regiment could not take her place—Ewen had had to wait for four long years without much prospect of their marriage. But this very spring Mr. Grant had received intimation that his return would be winked at by the Government, and accordingly returned; and so there was nothing to stand in the way of his daughter’s marriage to the young laird of Ardroy in the autumn. And Alison’s presence here now, on a visit with her father, was no doubt the reason that, though her lover was of the same political creed as they, never questioning its fitness, since it was as natural to him as running or breathing, he was not paying very particular attention to the rumours of Prince Charles Edward’s plans which were going about among the initiated.
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