Authors: Nikolaus Baker
Book One in the Gods
us Baker 2009
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Published by M
First Edition, 2010
Second Edition, 2012
This book is dedicated
my father Michael who I love and respect
my wife Aileen for her love, support and understanding.
They will come first and smite
All will shake in terror
Cold is the land
Nowhere to hide
It was on th
morning of the sixth of May in the
of King Charles II
and James VII
One could almost see the translucent
silvery green dew changing to a misty grey vapour
ancing droplets of water
with watery energy and
the green meadows.
chasing the early morning moisture over the peaceful countryside
a distilled mist
around the brown
trunks of a grove of
The loose ground mist clear
around the base
of enormous boulders
on the top of the hill.
Fresh water condens
like the many rivulets of sweat
n down from the
ilgrim was troubled
anxiously out from the tall shield of the great stones that
Peering from his hiding place long and hard
he looked into the golden grey mist.
He knew they were coming
There they were!
Numerous shadowy grey figures fl
in and out of his blurred vision as
a group of
slowly ascended the hill from the village.
Pilgrim had company
s intensity increas
as the orb
up from the east and lift
over and above the massive stone
silhouetting them as powerful dark shadows.
the hill top.
whistled tunefully as
flew from tree branch to bush and then
suddenly in panic
away from the hazy mists.
Inside the mist of dark grey shades and shadows
knelt in prayer for the salvation of the men down in the village
, hovering over an ancient stone slab imbedded in the earth
held high in his clenched fist
the object—an object he would give his very life to protect.
In his final worship
looked up high in wonder towards the Supreme Architect
day before this fateful morning
a new regiment of royalist dragoons had arrived in the village and were billeted at the castle
They had come in
support of the local garrison
the “Scots Greys of Foot”
loyal to the crown
s five men were marched brutally in chains to the nearby
, the dragoons walked alongside to quell any thoughts of rebellion
, flashing their full-skirted crimson coats, their leather gambados and the buff, gauntleted breeches
was Judgement day!
ragged and threadbare
heir arms and legs
skinned and bloodied from
forced march over the country
These men were ordinary men, with ordinary lives,
ach had been pushed too far
as had many of their kinsmen.
With tousled and matted long hair
the farmers they were
Their beards were
shaggy and unkempt
, faces matted in hair,
all except for one
d there in line with the others
, staring out in terror
eing held prisoner in the castle
for several days
, all were roughly assembled together
by the soldiers
this morning at bayonet point and musket barrel.
Their wrists were bound and ankles shackled by iron as they stood proudly, resolute to mumble and muffle defiant
his back to the
scrungy men who stood
in a line behind him, the judge look
towards the assembled jury.
A few local villagers witnessed the
were greatly outnumbered by the royalists at arms.
ed, his lips
extenuated by his thin moustache.
long wig was
and well kept.
in full uniform
red sash and long grey coat perfectly stitched and tailored.
Although now dressed as pretty as a peacock, Lieutenant-General William Drummond was a
had seen a great deal of active service and campaigning.
He had surmised
in deliberation that he would give them a last chance to repent if they gave him what he wanted and
a declaration against the Reformation. Such was his clemency.
‘In this reign of his majesty King
, each of you have been apprehended and stand trial today.
You have been brought to me and before God
he judge had not yet turned to look at the five accused persons, content to observe
fifteen soldiers in regimental grey uniforms
t at the front
of the galley, above the jury
His smile changed to a wide grin
at his men
troops laughed loudly
, in high spirits
This was always the case.
Drummond arrogantly portray
himself to stand as
God on this day of judgment
ou all stand before me accused as Covenanters!’
at the men, turning towards them unexpectedly.
A rage fired from within his belly and deep loathing sp
t anger from