“Grace me no grace,” said Evan; “since you are to shed Vich Ian Vohr’s blood, the only favour I would accept from you is — to bid them loose my hands and gie me my claymore, and bide you just a minute sitting where you are!”
— Sir Walter Scott, Waverley
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Aaah!
Spoilers!
I’ve just gotten as far as Waverley being conned into lending his family name to the Pretender’s cause.
I suppose I should’ve seen it coming, this mortal peril to MacIvor, since we already know the story doesn’t end well for the rebels, but still…