canopy of trees as the countryside slept in the summer haze. Towards evening they found themselves still in open country so Benstede decided that they must camp and indicated a copse of trees in the far distance. 'We will stay there,' he told his silent companion. 'We will eat, sleep and continue our journey tomorrow.' Benstede repeated what he had said with deft, smooth signals of his fingers and Aaron nodded. They approached the copse and followed the path as it narrowed into a hollow, splashing through the reedy shallows of a small stream and disturbing the blue dragonflies which hung there still enjoying the warmth of the dying sun. Benstede went further on, stopped and looked round for a suitable place to camp.
Satisfied with the day's journey, Benstede lifted the wineskin from his saddle and, pulling back the stopper, raised it up so its sweet contents splattered into his parched mouth. A crossbow bolt thudded into his exposed chest. Benstede lowered the wineskin slowly and coughed in surprise as both wine and blood dribbled from his mouth. He turned and looked for Aaron but his silent companion was already dead, a second crossbow bolt taking him full in the throat. Benstede slumped like a drunken dreamer from his saddle, the wineskin falling from his hand and the red wine spluttering in circles on the ground as it mixed with the blood pouring from both his mouth and chest. A bird whistled overhead and the dying man almost answered it with the bubbles breaking in his own throat. The smell of crushed grass tickled his nostrils as Benstede wondered what was happening to him. 'Corbett!' he thought. 'Corbett was responsible.' He had made, Benstede reflected in his dying moments, the most serious mistake of his life. He had trusted Corbett. He thought Corbett knew the rules. Nevertheless, Benstede comforted himself, he had done what he had to do. His agents in the Norwegian court in Oslo already had their instructions. It would all be well in the end. He felt the blood rise like a gorge in his throat as the darkness came quietly crashing round him.
In the shadows of the trees Sir James Selkirk carefully put down the huge crossbow he carried and, drawing his sword, walked soundlessly over to the prostrate figures. Aaron was dead, slumped like some sleeping child, face down on the earth. Benstede lay on his back, hands outstretched, lips still silendy moving as his eyes glazed over. Selkirk stood and watched him die. 'You see, Master Benstede,' he murmured softly. 'I was right! You are leaving Scotland today!'
Selkirk looked around. He had followed both riders ever since they had left Edinburgh Castle. It had been easy. They had suspected nothing and so expected nothing. The knight had thought he would have to wait longer, but when he realised his quarry intended to sleep out in the open in a lonely Scotish wood, then he knew that such an opportunity could not be resisted. Selkirk walked silendy back through the wood until he came to a small clearing hidden by a canopy of trees. The ground was soggy and easy to break up and, quickly digging a shallow grave, he dragged the bodies of both men into it. He also dug a small hole for the saddles and other baggage after he had rummaged through them for anything of value for himself or his master. The unsaddled horses and ponies were then pricked in the haunches and sent cantering into the gathering darkness. Selkirk was confident that they would find their way back to some farmstead or village where the local peasants would hardly believe their good fortune. Satisfied that all was done, Selkirk collected his own horse and made his way back to Edinburgh. Already he knew his master would be preparing the draft letter to Edward of England sadly answering Edward's expected enquiry on the 'whereabouts of his envoy'. After all, such accidents, as Wishart would caustically comment, were common occurrences in Scotland.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
The death of Alexander III occurred as described in these pages. The King and Queen Yolande were often apart and, on the evening of 18th March 1286, the King did announce, to the surprise of all his Council, that he intended to ride through a storm across the dangerous Firth of Forth and so reach Queen Yolande at Kinghorn Manor. The Council, convened to discuss the imprisonment of a Scottish baron, loudly objected and protested that the inclement weather was against such a journey. Alexander, however, persisted and his Councillors did not demur for Alexander's wild rides around Scotland were an accepted fact of life. The King left Edinburgh with two body-squires and crossed at Queensferry. Both the ferrymaster and the waiting purveyor, Alexander, did try to restrain the King but their protests were of no avail. The King began his wild ride into the fierce storm and fell to his death from Kinghorn Ness.
It is a matter of speculation whether the King's fall was an accident or murder. Many did stand to gain from his death. The Bruces and the Comyn faction ignored Bishop Wishart and eventually drifted into savage inter-clan rivalry. Edward of England continued to act as a mediator, though it is interesting that at the time of Alexander's death he arranged huge loans to the Norwegian king and had despatched envoys to the Pope to ask for papal permission for his young son to be betrothed to the Maid of Norway. Philip IV of France was also interested in Scottish affairs and continued to be so throughout his reign. Eventually Edward of England showed his hand. At first he acted as an honest broker between the rival Scottish claims to the throne, but then only supported the candidate who was prepared to accept his liegeship over Scodand. The Maid of Norway never reached Scodand but mysteriously died on the voyage over. This was the signal for the Bruce faction to advance their claims and a savage war between England and Scotland broke out which lasted decades and cost countless lives.
Many people believe that power politics between great nations is a development of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. This is not so. Edward I had very clear ideas about empire and conquests and Philip IV of France was no different. The latter too had dreams of obtaining an empire in Europe greater than Charlemagne. He regarded the Pope, who had fled to Avignon in Southern France, as simply an extension of his own influence. He married his sons and daughters off to the greatest nobles of Europe and later had a formal alliance with Scotland against England. Philip's political philosophy was expressed by one of his lawyers, Pierre du Bois, whose writings are still extant and prove fascinating reading. This constant clashing between the Plantagenets of England and the Capetians of France not only fuelled the war in Scodand but was one of the major causes for the later Hundred Years War which ranged from the Low Countries to Spain.
Thomas of Learmouth, or Thomas the Rhymer, is a historical figure. Some of his poetry is still extant. He did prophecy Alexander Ill's death and the consequent confusion which would follow. His prophecies proved only too accurate. Edward I died near Carlisle in 1307 still urging his heir (Prince Edward) and his barons to continue the war until they had achieved the ultimate victory but his successor and eldest son, King Edward II, proved unequal to the task. In 1314 one of the greatest English armies ever assembled during the medieval period was met by Robert Bruce at Bannockburn. The English army was disastrously defeated, the English king barely escaping with his life. In the words of Thomas the Rhymer – 'The Bannockburn ran with blood'.
