Robyn Young

Affraig__ eyes moved to the oak tree that towered above her, its branches like antlers against the white sky. Her gaze travelled up to the weathered web that hung from one of the higher boughs, the slender noose swinging inside. In her mind she saw herself weaving it while she chanted words against Malachy__ wrathful curse. She remembered the lord__ hand settling on her shoulder, the hiss of the fire,his breath on her neck and, outside, stars falling like fiery rain. Her gaze moved west towards Turnberry.Her memory clouded with thoughts of the earl, but as she thought of his son her mind cleared. The stars had been falling too on the night he was born. She remembered seeing Mars, full and red, a bloody eye winking in the black.

At the negotiations in Irvine, it became clear to me that there was no side I could stand on. The English despise me and my countrymen don__ trust me. Wallace and the others are rebelling in the name of Balliol. I cannot fight with them. It would be as much a betrayal of my oath as when I was fighting for England. I know what I must do. What I should have done months ago.__obert felt embarrassed, about to say the words. Inside, his father__ voice berated him, but he silenced it. __ want you to weave my destiny,_ he finished. __s you did for my grandfather.__hen she spoke, her voice was low. __nd what is your destiny?__e met her eyes now, all hesitation and embarrassment gone. __o be King of Scotland.__ smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. It wasn__ a soft smile. It was hard and dangerous. __ will need something of yours,_ she said, rising.

There is a time for faith, Bishop, and a time for action. It would be a foolish man who stood on a battlefield and faced an army with a Bible in his hands. We are here to do the bidding of our Lord Almighty, but it is through deeds, as well as piety, that we serve Him.