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THE SIEGE OF THE ROUND-HOUSE
But now our time of truce was come to an end. Those on deck had waited for my coming till they grew impatient; and scarce had Alan spoken, when the captain showed face in the open door.
"Stand!" cried Alan, and pointed
at him. The captain
but he neither winced nor drew back a foot.
"A naked sword?" says he. "This is a strange return for hospitality."
"Do ye see me?" said Alan.
"I am come of kings; I bear a king's name.
My badge is the oak.
see my sword? It has slashed the heads off mair Whigamores than you
upon your feet. Call up your vermin to your back, sir, and fall on! The
the clash begins, the sooner ye'll taste this steel throughout your
The captain said nothing to Alan,
but he looked over
at me with an ugly look. "David,"
said he, "I'll mind this;" and the sound of his voice went through me
with a jar.
Next moment he was gone.
"And now," said Alan, "let your
keep your head, for the grip is coming."
Alan drew a dirk, which he held in his left hand in case they should run in under his sword. I, on my part, clambered up into the berth with an armful of pistols and something of a heavy heart, and set open the window where I was to watch. It was a small part of the deck that I could overlook, but enough for our purpose. The sea had gone down, and the wind was steady and kept the sails quiet; so that there was a great stillness in the ship, in which I made sure I heard the sound of muttering voices. A little after, and there came a clash of steel upon the deck, by which I knew they were dealing out the cutlasses and one had been let fall; and after that, silence again.
I do not know if I was what you
call afraid; but my
heart beat like a bird's, both quick and little; and there was a
before my eyes which I continually rubbed away, and which continually
As for hope, I had none; but only a darkness of
despair and a sort of
anger against all the world that made me long to sell my life as dear
as I was
able. I tried to
pray, I remember,
but that same hurry of my mind, like a man running, would not suffer me
upon the words; and my chief wish was to have the thing begin and be
It came all of a sudden when it
did, with a rush of
feet and a roar, and then a shout from Alan, and a sound of blows and
crying out as if hurt. I
back over my shoulder, and saw Mr. Shuan in the doorway, crossing
"That's him that killed the boy!" I cried.
"Look to your window!" said Alan; and as I turned back to my place, I saw him pass his sword through the mate's body.
It was none too soon for me to look
to my own part;
for my head was scarce back at the window, before five men, carrying a
yard for a battering-ram, ran past me and took post to drive the door
I had never fired with a pistol in my life, and not
often with a gun; far
less against a fellow-creature. But
it was now or never; and just as they swang the yard, I cried out:
that!" and shot into their midst.
I must have hit one of them, for he sang out and gave back a step, and the rest stopped as if a little disconcerted. Before they had time to recover, I sent another ball over their heads; and at my third shot (which went as wide as the second) the whole party threw down the yard and ran for it.
Then I looked round again into the
The whole place was full of the smoke of my own
firing, just as my ears
seemed to be burst with the noise of the shots.
But there was Alan, standing as before; only now his
sword was running
blood to the hilt, and himself so swelled with triumph and fallen into
an attitude, that he looked to be invincible.
Right before him on the floor was Mr. Shuan, on his
hands and knees; the
blood was pouring from his mouth, and he was sinking slowly lower, with
terrible, white face; and just as I looked, some of those from behind
hold of him by the heels and dragged him bodily out of the round-house.
I believe he died as they were doing it.
"There's one of your Whigs for ye!" cried Alan; and then turning to me, he asked if I had done much execution.
I told him I had winged one, and
thought it was the
"And I've settled two," says he. "No, there's not enough blood let; they'll be back again. To your watch, David. This was but a dram before meat."
I settled back to my place, re-charging the three pistols I had fired, and keeping watch with both eye and ear.
Our enemies were disputing not far
off upon the deck,
and that so loudly that I could hear a word or two above the washing of
"It was Shuan bauchled
it," I heard one say.
And another answered him with a
He's paid the piper."
After that the voices fell again into the same muttering as before. Only now, one person spoke most of the time, as though laying down a plan, and first one and then another answered him briefly, like men taking orders. By this, I made sure they were coming on again, and told Alan.
"It's what we have to pray for," said he. "Unless we can give them a good distaste of us, and done with it, there'll be nae sleep for either you or me. But this time, mind, they'll be in earnest."
By this, my pistols were ready, and there was nothing to do but listen and wait. While the brush lasted, I had not the time to think if I was frighted; but now, when all was still again, my mind ran upon nothing else. The thought of the sharp swords and the cold steel was strong in me; and presently, when I began to hear stealthy steps and a brushing of men's clothes against the round-house wall, and knew they were taking their places in the dark, I could have found it in my mind to cry out aloud.
All this was upon Alan's side; and
I had begun to
think my share of the fight was at an end, when I heard some one drop
the roof above me.
Then there came a single call on
the sea-pipe, and
that was the signal. A
knot of them
made one rush of it, cutlass in hand, against the door; and at the same
the glass of the skylight was dashed in a thousand pieces, and a man
through and landed on the floor. Before
he got his feet, I had clapped a pistol to his back, and might have
too; only at the touch of him (and him alive) my whole flesh misgave
me, and I
could no more pull the trigger than I could have flown.
He had dropped his cutlass as he
jumped, and when he
felt the pistol, whipped straight round and laid hold of me, roaring
oath; and at that either my courage came again, or I grew so much
afraid as came
to the same thing; for I gave a shriek and shot him in the midst of the
He gave the most horrible, ugly groan and fell to
The foot of a second fellow, whose legs were
dangling through the
skylight, struck me at the same time upon the head; and at that I
another pistol and shot this one through the thigh, so that he slipped
and tumbled in a lump on his companion's body.
There was no talk of missing, any more than there
was time to aim; I
clapped the muzzle to the very place and fired.
I might have stood and stared at them for long, but I heard Alan shout as if for help, and that brought me to my senses.
He had kept the door so long; but
one of the seamen,
while he was engaged with others, had run in under his guard and caught
about the body. Alan
him with his left hand, but the fellow clung like a leech.
Another had broken in and had his cutlass raised.
The door was thronged with their faces.
I thought we were lost, and catching up my cutlass,
fell on them in
But I had not time to be of help.
The wrestler dropped at last; and Alan, leaping back
to get his distance,
ran upon the others like a bull, roaring as he went.
They broke before him like water, turning, and
running, and falling one
against another in their haste. The
sword in his hands flashed like quicksilver into the huddle of our
enemies; and at every flash there came the scream of a man hurt.
I was still thinking we were lost, when lo! they
were all gone, and Alan
was driving them along the deck as a sheep-dog chases sheep.
Yet he was no sooner out than he was back again, being as cautious as he was brave; and meanwhile the seamen continued running and crying out as if he was still behind them; and we heard them tumble one upon another into the forecastle, and clap-to the hatch upon the top.
The round-house was like a shambles; three were dead inside, another lay in his death agony across the threshold; and there were Alan and I victorious and unhurt.
He came up to me with open arms.
"Come to my arms!" he cried, and embraced and kissed
upon both cheek. "David,"
said he, "I love you like a brother.
O, man," he cried in a kind of ecstasy, "am I no a bonny
Thereupon he turned to the four
enemies, passed his
sword clean through each of them, and tumbled them out of doors one
other. As he did
so, he kept
humming and singing and whistling to himself, like a man trying to
air; only what HE was trying was to make one.
All the while, the flush was in his face, and his
eyes were as bright as
a five-year-old child's with a new toy.
presently he sat down upon the table, sword in hand; the air that he
all the time began to run a little clearer, and then clearer still; and
he burst with a great voice into a Gaelic song.
I have translated it here, not in verse (of which I have no skill) but at least in the king's English.
He sang it often afterwards, and
the thing became
popular; so that I have, heard it, and had it explained to me, many's
"This is the song of the sword of
The smith made it,
The fire set it;
it shines in the hand of Alan Breck.
"Their eyes were many and bright,
Swift were they to behold,
the hands they guided: The
"The dun deer troop over the hill,
They are many, the hill is one;
dun deer vanish, The
"Come to me from the hills of heather, Come from the isles of the sea. O far-beholding eagles, Here is your meat."
Now this song which he made (both words and music) in the hour of our victory, is something less than just to me, who stood beside him in the tussle. Mr. Shuan and five more were either killed outright or thoroughly disabled; but of these, two fell by my hand, the two that came by the skylight. Four more were hurt, and of that number, one (and he not the least important) got his hurt from me. So that, altogether, I did my fair share both of the killing and the wounding, and might have claimed a place in Alan's verses. But poets have to think upon their rhymes; and in good prose talk, Alan always did me more than justice.
In the meanwhile, I was innocent of any wrong being done me. For not only I knew no word of the Gaelic; but what with the long suspense of the waiting, and the scurry and strain of our two spirts of fighting, and more than all, the horror I had of some of my own share in it, the thing was no sooner over than I was glad to stagger to a seat. There was that tightness on my chest that I could hardly breathe; the thought of the two men I had shot sat upon me like a nightmare; and all upon a sudden, and before I had a guess of what was coming, I began to sob and cry like any child.
Alan clapped my shoulder, and said I was a brave lad and wanted nothing but a sleep.
"I'll take the first watch," said
"Ye've done well by me, David, first and last; and I
you for all Appin — no, nor for Breadalbane."
So I made up my bed on the floor;
and he took the
first spell, pistol in hand and sword on knee, three hours by the
watch upon the wall. Then
me up, and I took my turn of three hours; before the end of which it
day, and a very quiet morning, with a smooth, rolling sea that tossed
and made the blood run to and fro on the round-house floor, and a heavy
that drummed upon the roof. All
watch there was nothing stirring; and by the banging of the helm, I
had even no one at the tiller. Indeed
(as I learned afterwards) there were so many of them hurt or dead, and
in so ill a temper, that Mr. Riach and the captain had to take turn and
like Alan and me, or the brig might have gone ashore and nobody the
It was a mercy the night had fallen so still, for
the wind had gone down
as soon as the rain began. Even
it was, I judged by the wailing of a great number of gulls that went
fishing round the ship, that she must have drifted pretty near the
coast or one
of the islands of the Hebrides; and at last, looking out of the door of
round-house, I saw the great stone hills of Skye on the right hand,
little more astern, the strange isle of Rum.