“Inspiring bold John Barleycorn!
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi’ tippenny, we fear nae evil;
Wi’ usquabae, we’ll face the devil!”
--“Tam o’ Shanter”
FOUR
1 JANUARY 1773--NEAR EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND
THE leaders of the revolt stood in a field near Gray's Mill on the Leith Water near Edinburgh. In the center, standing over
a map of the Edinburgh area, was John Campbell. Rather short and round, he seemed more English than Scottish to those who didn't know him very well.
Beside him was William Burness, with his sons. Edward MacGill, a tall, brash, and quite stereotypical Highlander--right down to the large claymore he leaned on--stood on the other side of the table.
Campbell was the first to speak. "The plan is rather simple. William, your force will hit Salisbury Craigh--here--(he pointed to a spot just south-west of Edinburgh), then move into the city. MacGill, you will attack the southern part, while some of my force keeps the English busy in the north. Most of my part will, however, first attack the port of Leith. Once the port is gone, the city will surrender quickly. If they don't, however, we will be able to bring our entire force to bear at Edinburgh. Any questions?"
MacGill merely left. William and his sons remained to hammer out the finer points of the plan.
After a few minutes, Robert noticed snow falling out of the sky. The recent snowfall was still mostly on the ground, and this new addition would make things only worse.
William and John seemed unconcerned. Scotsmen could fight in snow. Soon, the group broke up. William and his sons rode back to their army in silence. As they came back, however, the snowfall became heavier. When they got back to Dudingston, they could barely see anything in front of them.
"No attack, it seems. We'd best get inside."