Diary of Caitlyn MacGregor 1596
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February 5, 1603
Papa rode out today headed for Glen Fruin with 386 men at his back. 'Twas an impressive site to be
sure.
Mama and I stood on the steps of the keep to see him off. No other person save myself and mayhap
Elsie, saw the tear glisten on Mama's eyelash. She stood tall and proud as a Highlander's wife should
do when her man is riding out to battle. But I know she is concerned. 'Tis rumored the Laird of Luss
can gather many more men. But Papa must do this. His honor and that of the Clan is at stake.
Humphrey Colquhoun should ha'e remembered the rules of hospitality and offered our clansmen shelter
from the storm. Instead, when they took refuge in an outhouse and it was discovered they had killed a
sheep to feed themselves, he tried them by summary trial and sentenced them to death.
Och, I ha'e a verra bad feeling about this. I but pray that Papa returns safely and we dinnae suffer too
many losses.
Caitlyn

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February 9, 1603
The men have returned! Papa and the men rode into the courtyard today just before the noon meal.
The battle was a success with few losses on our side. Father is worried, however. Though they have
brought many captives with them to hold for ransom, it seems that Father's foster brother, Dugald
murdered over 40 of them in cold blood! Papa is incensed as well he should be. The battle itself may
ha'e been won, but because of Dugald's actions, Papa feels the destruction of our Clan is imminent.
Especially as the victims were all unarmed innocents.
I know not what Dugald was thinking to commit such a heinous crime, nor does anyone else, least of all
Papa. He will be severely punished and even now sits in the dungeon awaiting his judgment. I know
that 'twill nay help the situation, though. Especially after the King hears of it.
What should have been a day of celebration has turned into mourning and concern over what is surely to
come in a short time...
Caitlyn
February 23, 1603
We have heard nothing yet as to the consequences of the battle at Glen Fruin. We ha'e heard nary a whisper,
nor a rumor, which is all the more unsettling.
Blake Drummond appeared at the keep today. I know not what the mon wants, but I like not the way he looks
at me. Like I was a piece of mutton he cannae wait to taste. The mon gi'es me the shivers. I know Papa
wishes me to wed, but I pray 'tis nay to that mon!
Maither is calling so I must go for the now. I will hopefully ha'e more information when I can steal a few
moments again.
Caitlyn
March 4, 1603
It has been a sennight, and Blake Drummond is still dogging me. I cannae seem to rid myself of the
blasted mon. His flatteries and compliments fall short of being sincere. Papa says I must gi'e the mon a
chance. He wishes me wed before anymore trouble presents itself.
On a more serious note, 'tis rumored that Laird Luss has gathered a number of so-called widows from
the battle of Glen Fruin, dipped plaids in sheeps blood and is now on his way to Stirling to present the
like to the King.
Papa has sent Iain to see if the matter is true or nay. We all wait wi' baited breath to see what will
happen next. Pray God it all turns out well.
Caitlyn