Marjorie Bowen

“ Ian, in every respect the same to look on, save that he was darker, rougher in make and fiercer in manner, was yet of a nature more simple, more easily pleased if as easily angered; secretly, he greatly admired his younger brother. He glanced over his shoulder at Makian, sitting placid in the mouth of the cave with blank blue eyes considering mischief, and spoke in a whisper to Ronald.
"Did ye mark Lochiel's coat?" he said eagerly. "With the gold braid on it—and his satin vest and gloves like the King? Lochiel's a great man." ”

“ Ronald scowled after him; Ian cursed impatiently, but Makian resolved that his prudence would do well to take the hint his pride had received ungraciously.
Before Lochiel was out of sight they were on their way again.
The snow began to fall faster; it was late afternoon and the light fading to a heavy grayness; against the hard color of the sky the flakes showed a dazzling white, and in the hollows of the rocks they began to lie in tiny drifts. Beside a narrow cave that looked full on the ravine, the Macdonalds halted. ”

“ We threw down our plaids and Lochiel tossed his shoes aside; we gave the war-cry in a great shout. Up from the smoking glen came a shaking cheer in answer, and Lochiel laughed up at Dundee. 'The thing is done, my lord. Do men who are going to win shout so?'
"'Charge!' cried Dundee; there was a great flush on his face.
"We flung aside the muskets and were out with the dirks. I would have charged into the cannon's mouth for I felt immortal, but as I rushed I fell and the flying feet of the Macdonalds bruised me to the earth. I could not rise. ”