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years at least, so the brooding is of your own making. Your wee keep was slighted a bit – it is lacking the timber floors and is blackened, but the folk still huddle around it, you still collect rents an’ your kin in Roslin manage it and oversee the repairs. Yourself provides the siller, from the rents, the money the Earl pays you as retinue … and what you can skim.’
    He stopped and turned his firelit blade of a face, challenging and grim, towards Hal.
    ‘Where is the suffering in this?’
    ‘You think you are worse?’ Hal bridled and Kirkpatrick sighed.
    ‘Ye have a dubbin’ as knight, the arms to prove it and lands,’ he answered, the wormwood of his voice a thickened gruel of bitterness, his face shrouded. ‘Yer da, blessed wee man that he was, had no learnin’ beyond weaponry and a wee bit tallying – but he made sure ye could read and write like a canting priest and provided other learning betimes.’
    ‘I am a Kirkpatrick o’ Closeburn, kin to the Bruces – my namesake holds the place from the Annandale Bruces, yet he has been more seen in the company o’ those who are King Edward’s men through an’ through. My namesake is the lord, and I am the poor relation, who has no way with letters or writin’, for who would bother hiring a wee
dominie
to teach the likes o’ me that?’
    Hal shifted uncomfortably, remembering his own teacher and how he had fretted against him; here was a man who was bitter that he never had the same.
    ‘I speak the French, mind you,’ he went on – breaking into that tongue and speaking as much to the fire and his own thoughts as to Hal. ‘And some of the Gaelic learned from the Bruce. And a little Latin, for the responses. And the
lingua franca
yon little toad Lamprecht uses, learned while in France and … elsewhere.’
    He stopped, paused, then continued in French, as if to prove his point.
    ‘I have never been touched by sword on shoulder, nor handed a set of gilded spurs. I can bear the arms of Closeburn, but so tainted with lowly markings for my station that it is less shameful to bear none at all. I can use the weapons of a knight, but I have never sat a warhorse in my life, nor expect it.’
    He broke off, bringing his stare back to fall on Hal’s face. He shook off the French, like a dog coming from a stream.
    ‘Yet the Bruce esteems me for the talents I have, which are considerable. I ken the hearts o’ men and women both, ken when they lie and when they plot. I ken how to use a sword, my wee lord o’ Herdmanston, but I ken best how to wield a dirk in the night.’
    There was a chill after this that the flames could not dispel. Hal cleared his throat.
    ‘You expect advantage from all this, from the Earl when he is king?’
    ‘Weesht on that,’ Kirkpatrick answered softly, then sighed.
    ‘I did so,’ he added flatly. ‘Now I see that what an earl wants an’ what a king requires are differing things.’
    He was silent for a little while, leaving the fire to speak in pops and spits. Then he stirred.
    ‘When I was barely toddlin’,’ he said, ‘I got into the habit of makin’ watter wherever I stood.’
    He broke off at Hal’s chuckle, his scowl softening, then vanishing entirely into a smile of his own.
    ‘Aye, a rare vision, I daresay, but I was a bairn, for all that. My ma warned me never to piss in her herb garden, which were vegetables and did not benefit from such a waterin’. Being an obedient boy, I never did so, preferring to keep it in until I could spray the chickens, which was better fun entire. Until the day the rooster turned and pecked me on the pizzle.’
    Hal’s laugh was a sharp bark, quickly cut off lest he offend. Kirkpatrick’s chuckle was reassuring.
    ‘Jist so. A painful experience and it was so for a time. Peelin’ scab and stickiness was the least o’ it – but my mither soothed me with ministrations and good advice she thought a boy like me might remember. Chickens is vegetables, she says to me.’
    He stirred