The-Jacobites

“Fergus will take it.”

“Me?” The boy’s eyes went round with astonishment.

“You, man.” Jamie took the paper from me, folded it, then knelt and tucked it inside Fergus’s shirt.

“This must reach my sister—Madame Murray—without fail. It is worth more than my life, man—or yours.”

Practically breathless with the enormity of the responsibility entrusted to him, Fergus stood up straight, hands clasped over his middle.

“I will not fail you, milord!”

A faint smile crossed Jamie’s lips, and he rested a hand briefly on the smooth cap of Fergus’s hair.

“I know that, man, and I am grateful,” he said. He twisted the ring off his left hand; the cabochon ruby that had belonged to his father. “Here,” he said, handing it to Fergus. “Go to the stables, and show this to the old man ye’ll see there. Tell him I said you are to take Donas. Take the horse, and ride for Lallybroch. Stop for nothing, except as you must, to sleep, and when ye do sleep, hide yourself well.”

Fergus was speechless with alarmed excitement, but Murtagh frowned dubiously at him.

“D’ye think the bairn can manage yon wicked beast?” he said.

“Aye, he can,” Jamie said firmly. Overcome, Fergus stuttered, then sank to his knees and kissed Jamie’s hand fervently. Springing to his feet, he darted away in the direction of the stables, his slight figure disappearing in the mist.

- Dragonfly in Amber 

They save Fergus.

This scene is better in the show ;)

anonymous asked:

please. tell us more about your 'folk bangers' playlist. that sounds relevant to all of my interests. (folks and banging)

if you want a playlist for banging folks this probably isn’t the one for you, but if you want to Go Off, Historically then WHAT’S UP 

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I’m not a witch. But after you hear the truth, then maybe you’ll think otherwise. I’ve never had smallpox. I can walk through a room of dying men and never catch it. I can nurse the sick, but the sickness cannot touch me. This mark is… is called a vaccine, and you’ve never heard of it. No one here has. But it prevents me from contracting the disease. I know about Jack Randall because… I was told about him. I know the day he was born, and I know the day he will die, and I know that he works for the Duke of Sandringham because my husband told me about it. I know about the Bonny Prince and the Jacobites and their doomed cause. I know what’s going to happen to the Scots. I know all of this because… because… I’m from the future. I was born on October the 20th in the year 1918. That’s 200 years from now. Do you hear me? Do you hear me?

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The midsummer evenings are so enchanting, don’t you think? A night like this makes me wish I didn’t have to go back. You are Queen of Scots, Ma’am. Yes. Yes, I am always a queen. If you’d come here a hundred years ago, you would have found things very different. The Highlanders back then were for The King Over The Water, until Culloden that is. I used to love the story of Bonnie Prince Charlie escaping to Skye with Flora MacDonald. I remember telling my governess I wanted to be a Jacobite. She told me that wasn’t possible. Not really, Ma'am. No. I have Stuart blood too, you know.

Lament for Culloden

The lovely lass o’ Inverness,
Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;
For e’en and morn she cries, ‘Alas!’
And aye the saut tear blin’s her e’e:
‘Drumossie moor, Drumossie day,
A waefu’ day it was to me!
For there I lost my father dear,
My father dear and brethren three.

‘Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay,
Their graves are growing green to see;
And by them lies the dearest lad
That ever blest a woman’s e’e!
Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord,
A bluidy man I trow thou be;
For monie a heart thou hast made sair,
That ne’er did wrang to thine or thee.’

by Robert Burns

The door swung open and Jamie walked in.


I felt my knees give slightly at sight of him, and put out a hand to steady myself on the cottage’s wooden chimney. He had been looking for me; his eyes darted around the room before they lighted on me, and a heart-stopping smile lit his face.


He was filthy, grimed with black-powder smoke, splattered with blood, and barefoot, legs and feet caked with mud. But he was whole, and standing. I wasn’t inclined to quibble with the details.

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Dragonfly in Amber

The Battle of Culloden

The battle of Culloden, April 16th 1746, was the last pitched engagement fought on mainland British soil. A clash between forces loyal to the British government and those supporting the exiled Stuart monarchy (”Jacobites”), it marked an end to over a century of tumultuous civil war and revolution, establishing the primacy of the Constitutional Monarchy Britain has today. 

The battle was fought on a moorland south-east of the town of Inverness, and opened with both sides attempting to force the other to attack by launching an artillery barrage. The Jacobite cannons were smaller and fewer in number than those possessed by the Government forces, and their crews were inexperienced. Despite the fact that the British artillery was doing considerably more damage, Prince Charles Edward Stuart, commander of the Jacobite forces, prevaricated and refused to order an attack. When the order did eventually go out it was garbled and confused - some Jacobite clansmen simply charged on their own initiative, while the message never reached one flank - the rider carrying it had his head taken off by a cannon ball. 

The “Highland Charge” which followed was furious. The boggy ground channeled most of the Jacobite forces into a single solid mass that struck the left flank of the British line, bringing its full weight against just two regiments. The leftmost, the 4th Foot, stood its ground but was completely overrun.

In previous battles when the Jacobites had reached the redcoat line the morale of the Government forces had always broken, but this time they held firm. Reserves were brought forward, turning the gap punched by the Jacobite charge into a killing zone. Furthermore, highlanders loyal to the British Government assaulted the Jacobite’s exposed right flank. Hundreds of Charles Stuart’s men were cut down in the space of just three minutes, and the rest broke and fled. Victorious British troops, eager for vengeance after a string of bitter defeats, hounded the rebels all the way back to Inverness. 

The battle of Culloden was over, and with it the final chapter in Britain’s bloodiest and most formative century. 

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Roadtrip in SCOTLAND - Travel sketches :

1. Glencoe - stunning location which has been featured heavily in blockbuster films including Skyfall
2. Glenfinnan Viaduct - sketching while waiting for the Jacobite, the train featured in the Harry Potter films
3. Loch Lochan - and my very first watercolor travel sketch
4. Sligachan                                                                 

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Good Morning from Scotland 

A misty dawn at Ruthven Barracks, by Ian Cowe
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Ruthven Barracks were built by the British Government after the 1715 Jacobite Uprising. They were set on fire by the retreating Jacobite Army after the Battle of Culloden in 1746 leaving the ruin you see today.