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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Videos: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message Icon:                             Message: Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by Sjt. Malcolm MacWilliam[/i] [br]On that particular day, actually an evening in 1747, in the stone hut which Uncle Angus frequented, far off in the wilds, which not many folk knew of, except for his brother Quasi, and his brother Hugh, now dead this past year, fallen at Culloden, at the hands of redcoated soldiers led by his own father William MacWilliam, who stood by the side of the Butcher of Cumberland as the battle unfolded that early morning....on that particular evening, Angus's nephew Malcolm heard a footfall on the rock ledge which ran beside the hut. Malcolm waited anxiously, then a bearded face stuck through the low door, and there he was, his own brother, Davey MacWilliam, now Gunn by name. "Brother", Malcolm whispered. "Aye, 'tis I, brother Malcolm" the bearded face spoke. "Tis terribly fine tae see ye!" The brothers embraced as their Uncle Angus also entered the hut. Rarely speaking, this tall MacWilliam, elusive and having a bond with four legged and winged creatures, spoke in whispered Gaelic, "Be quick, Lads. I must be off again and who knows what enemies lurk near this secret place." Malcolm and Davey quietly spoke of the death of their father and the past year's adventures. Malcolm asked his brother's indulgence for joining with those whom they had once fought. He explained his motives and his beliefs in their future. "I canna say I completely agree with ye, Malcolm", said Davey. "Ye serve the same damn horde who killed Father, and Grandfather is one of THEM. But, I see what ye say of the future for us and the future for our dear Scotland. It may indeed be better together with them against other enemies so we can save our dear lands another day. It may be the only way. But I canna wear the redcoat as of yet. Someday, maybe. Ye say that many of our other comrades who escaped death have joined up also?" "Aye! Will JohnsTon and MacCrimmon the piper stand in ranks with me. Even Calsious Robertson and Armstrong the drummer wear the redcoat. We serve the German George and his son.....uhh, Stinking Willy. (And Malcolm laughed lightly.) But, it's to live and carry on our traditions that we do it. We will have our day, brother. It may take time, but we will have our day!" Uncle Angus grunted some words in Gaelic. He rose and went out the doorway. "I must go Malcolm. We will meet off and on. I will find you. Do not try to find me! I spend my days with our Uncles. Ha! Quasi is at the nearest village with a wench. I canna say what they see in him, all humped up and misshapen. Course, it's not the misshapen parts the lasses are interested in.....Ha!" And the two brothers laughed, then stopped, embraced, walked through the doorway and stood looking at the stars together as the wind picked up and whipped cold rain into their faces. "We are brothers, Davey", spoke Malcolm. "And we have many adventures to enjoy together. It is as if Father speaks to me at times from the beyond. There is something in the air which he wants us to know and it has to do with other places and other people. Think on the redcoat, Davey. And brother....with the redcoat ye can wear a kilt and march to the pipes without dyin' for it!" Another grunt from Uncle Angus whirled the brothers around. Angus was off like a dark spectre, and a final handshake and a dual whisper of "Pax Aye!" ended the meeting. Davey Gunn raced after his Uncle Angus and disappeared into the darkness. Malcolm MacWilliam, now a soldier for the King who sat in London, turned to make his journey back to his regiment. Pax Aye....Aut Pax Aut Bellum! And no war between these brothers. Only peace and adventures together to Chronicle! Edited by - Sjt. Malcolm MacWilliam on October 05 2002 9:06:32 PM [/quote]    Upload an Image File From Your PC For Insertion in Your Post    -  HTML is OFF | Forum Code is ON   Check here to include your profile signature. Check here to subscribe to this topic.