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The peat-fire flame : folk-tales and traditions of the Highlands & Islands

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THE PEAT-FIRE FLAME<br />

readily seen from <strong>the</strong> window <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> room in which it was<br />

arranged that <strong>the</strong> king's messenger should spend <strong>the</strong> night.<br />

"What horrid thing is that I am seeing?" gasped <strong>the</strong><br />

sheriff-<strong>of</strong>ficer, on rising <strong>the</strong> following morning.<br />

" Och, nothing at all, at all ! " replied <strong>the</strong> MacNab, with<br />

an air <strong>of</strong> complete indifference. " Only a messenger that<br />

came from Edinburgh <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r day to serve a summons on<br />

"<br />

myself !<br />

<strong>The</strong> ruse proved successful. <strong>The</strong> sheriff-<strong>of</strong>ficer, now<br />

stricken with visions <strong>of</strong> himself dangling in like manner,<br />

hastily quitted <strong>the</strong> house <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> MacNab, <strong>and</strong> returned to<br />

Edinburgh with <strong>the</strong> summons unserved.<br />

RoRY Mor's Revelry at Rodil.<br />

On a night <strong>of</strong> nights in 1601, Rory Mor MacLeod revelled<br />

at Rodil with his retainers, after he had carried <strong>fire</strong> <strong>and</strong><br />

sword into <strong>the</strong> territory <strong>of</strong> his enemies, sparing no living<br />

thing. Moreover, it was a night on which Rory declared<br />

that even his fiercest foe might be admitted to his banquet<br />

without endangering himself.<br />

As it happened, a galley <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Clan Ranald, with Donald<br />

Mac Iain Alhic Sheumais aboard, was driven ashore that<br />

very night on <strong>the</strong> wild coast <strong>of</strong> Harris, not very far from<br />

Rodil ; <strong>and</strong> Rory, suspiciously eager to fulfil his declaration,<br />

already having received word that misfortune had overtaken<br />

his bitterest foe, sent a henchman to meet <strong>the</strong> storm-delayed<br />

crew, <strong>and</strong> to persuade its members to join his revelry <strong>and</strong><br />

accept <strong>of</strong> his hospitality. Rory even went <strong>the</strong> length <strong>of</strong><br />

directing that a wooden outhouse should be erected forth-<br />

with, that <strong>the</strong> MacDonalds might shelter <strong>the</strong>rein until <strong>the</strong><br />

storm had abated, or at any rate until daybreak. Apprehensive,<br />

<strong>and</strong> not without due reason, were <strong>the</strong> Clan Ranald<br />

seamen, since Rory in his time had set many a trap, <strong>and</strong> had<br />

trapped many an unsuspecting enemy. And so, with a change<br />

<strong>of</strong> wind in <strong>the</strong> early hours <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> morning, <strong>the</strong>y repaired to<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir galley, which <strong>the</strong>y had drawn up above tide mark<br />

among <strong>the</strong> rocks near Rodil on <strong>the</strong> previous night. Scarcely<br />

were <strong>the</strong>y afloat when <strong>the</strong>y observed that <strong>the</strong> outhouse was<br />

ablaze. Clan Ranald's men by this time were well out <strong>of</strong><br />

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