Posts Tagged ‘Blue Bells of Scotland’

Central to Robert Bruce’s struggles, and Scotland’s Wars of Independence which form the backdrop of The Blue Bells Trilogy, is England’s claim to be overlords of Scotland.

Why Edward I claimed, in the late 1200′s, to be overlord of Scotland requires a trip back to 1174.  (Fasten your seatbelts, our time machine is revving its engines!)  David I is widely regarded as one of Scotland’s greatest kings.  I will quote a historian who says it well: “‘He had found Scotland an isolated cluster of small half-united states, barely emergent from the Dark Ages; he left her a kingdom, prosperous, organised, in the full tide of medieval life, and fully part of Europe, as she remained through the rest of the middle ages and some time after.”

David’s son, Henry, died before David.  He left three sons, two of whom became kings of Scotland.  Malcolm IV reigned only twelve years and died without an heir.  William the Lion, his younger brother, took the throne on December 9, 1165.  In contrast to his brother, he was a strong king and a man of action.  He is said to have been powerfully built, with red hair, and very headstrong.  The title ‘the Lion,’ however, refers not to his strength or character, but to the fact that it is he who adopted the Lion Standard, the rearing red lion on a field of gold, which Robert the Bruce would carry 150 years later, and is still the royal standard of Scotland today.

One of William’s goals was to regain control of Northumberland, in the north of England.  This had long-lasting consequences on Scotland’s future. 

In the early years of his reign, he had something of a friendship with Henry II of England.  He went to Normandy with him in 1166 and spent Easter 1170 as his guest.  However,  not entirely trusting Henry, he also joined an early  incarnation of the Auld Alliance, a mutual pact of protection between Scotland, France, and Norway.  When Henry’s three sons and wife, Eleanor of Aquitaine, revolted against him in 1173, William stepped into the conflict, agreeing to help Eleanor in exchange for Northumberland. 

In a stunning display of over-confidence at the ensuing Battle of Alnwick (which castle is better known today as Hogwarts in the Harry Potter movies!), William single-handedly charged the English troops, shouting, “Now we shall see which of us are good knights.”  Apparently, given the odds, the English were.  They captured William, and led him in chains to Newcastle, Northampton, and finally, Falaise, in Normandy.

He remained a prisoner for five months, obtaining his release only by signing the Treaty of Falaise on December 8, 1174.  The treaty stated that Scots would be taxed to pay the cost of the occupying English armies, England would control Edinburgh, Stirling, and other key castles, and, most importantly to the events that would follow more than a hundred years later, that William recognize Henry as his feudal overlord.  In 1175, he swore fealty to Henry at York.

In 1189, Richard I became king and launched his Crusades.  By the third, he needed money, and so, sold back to Scotland, for 10,000 silver marks,  the rights signed away by the Treaty of Falaise.  Thus, for 15 years, England’s king was the overlord of Scotland.

Jump back to the reign of Alexander III in the 1200′s.  Alexander became king at the age of 8.  Henry III, now king of England, saw an opportunity in the youth of Scotland’s new king.  At age 10, Alexander married Henry’s daughter, Margaret, and Henry began pressuring Alexander to swear fealty to Henry and England.  Alexander sidestepped the demands, until after Edward I succeeded Henry III, when, with carefully chosen words, he swore this: “I become your man for the lands I hold of you in the Kingdom of England for which I owe homage, saving my Kingdom.”

Edward did not give up dreams of being overlord, like Henry II.  His opportunity came in 1290.  Four years earlier, Alexander III had died in a fall over a cliff, while trying to get home to his bride.  His granddaughter, Margaret, the Maid of Norway, was his only heir, but on her journey to Scotland to claim the throne, she, too, died, leaving Scotland a kingdom without a king.

Into the void stepped thirteen men claiming to be the rightful heir.  Fearful of civil war, the Scottish nobles asked Edward to choose.  Edward agreed on the stipulation that he be recognized as overlord.  The Scots, not surprisingly, rejected his kind offer, saying that, as there was no king, no one in their realm had the authority to agree to such a thing.  They countered with the offer that he could be overlord until he chose a king.

The real choice was between Robert the Bruce (the Competitor, grandfather of the Robert the Bruce) and John Balliol.  While some believe that Balliol did indeed have the stronger claim to the throne, it is generally accepted that Edward chose him more because he regarded him as the weakest man, one whom he could control and thus effectively rule Scotland.  Thus, even after Balliol was crowned on November 30, 1292, Edward continued to act as overlord.  Balliol soon refused to comply, leading to his forced abdication on July 10, 1296.

At issue remained Edward’s claim to be overlord of Scotland, stemming from the days of William the Lion more than a century prior.  The Scots of course objected strongly, and it is at this stage that William Wallace rose, fighting for Scotland’s freedom.  After his death in August of 1305, Robert the Bruce (grandson of the Competitor) took the throne of Scotland (that story is told elsewhere in my blog).  From his crowning in March 1306, he fought against the English armies that occupied his country, leading steadily to the Battle of Bannockburn in June, 1314, in which Bruce pitted his own small army against the might of England, an army two to three times the size of his own. 

It is this battle, stemming from years of England’s claim to sovereignty over Scotland, for which Niall, in Blue Bells of Scotland, is meant to make his cross-country trip to raise men, and this situation into which Shawn inadvertently wakes up, finding himself making the mission in Niall’s place.

Sources:  Electric Scotland, Undiscovered Scotland, BritRoyals, and more.

Many people assume that my interest in Scotland and its history must come from my heritage.  The truth is, I have absolutely no ancestral connection to Scotland.  In the strange ways of life’s paths, my interest in Scotland stems from my life as a musician, and a piece known to all trombonists, Blue Bells of Scotland.

Blue Bells of Scotland is an old folk song which, like many, has multiple versions springing from different eras.   Although histories vary, most now say that the song started off as the poetry of a woman named Anne MacVicar Grant, or, in the parlance of another age, Mrs. Grant of Laggan.  Born in Glasgow in February of 1755, to a British soldier stationed alternately in America and Scotland,  Annie MacVicar married a Scottish minister in 1779.  Some 22 years later, she was left widowed and penniless while pregnant with the youngest of 8 surviving children.  (There were 12 altogether.)  In a classic story of pluck, she supported her children by publishing the poems she had written over the years.

One of these was entitled Oh, Where, Tell Me Where?  It was written for the departure of the Marquis of Huntly, with his regiment, to Holland in 1799.  (My research suggests he was a member of the Gordon Highlanders, but not what his connection to Mrs. Grant might have been.)

Oh! where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone?
Oh! where, tell me where is your Highland laddie gone?
He’s gone with streaming banners where noble deeds are done.
And my sad heart will tremble till he come safely home,
He’s gone with streaming banners where noble deeds are done.
And my sad heart will tremble till he come safely home.

Oh! where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie stay?
Oh! where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie stay?
He dwelt among the holly trees, beside the rapid Spey,
And many a blessing followed him the day he went away,
He dwelt beneath the holly trees, beside the river Spey,
And many a blessing followed him the day he went away.

Oh! what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear?
Oh! what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear?
A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war.
And a plaid across the manly breast, that yet shall wear a star,
A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war,
And a plaid across the manly breast, that yet shall wear a star.

Suppose, ah, suppose, that some cruel, cruel wound
Should pierce your Highland laddie, and all your hopes confound?
The pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round him fly,
The spirit of a Highland chief would lighten in his eye,
The pipe would play a cheering march, the banners round him fly,
And for his king and country dear, with pleasure would he die.

But I will hope to see him yet in Scotland’s bonnie bounds.
But I will hope to see him yet in Scotland’s bonnie bounds ;
His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds,
While wide through all our Highland hills his war-like name resounds,
His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious wounds,
While wide through all our Highland hills his war-like name resounds.

The original words of Mrs. Grant’s poetry have, over the years, been used for the song, and at times replaced with others.  From the Scots Musical Museum, a collection of 600 Scottish folk songs, we get a very different version:

O, fair maid, whose aught that bonny bairn
O, fair maid, whose aught that bonny bairn ;
It is a sodg-er’s son, the said, that’s lately gone to Spain,
Te dilly dan, te dilly dan, te dilly, dilly dan

O, fair maid, what was that Rodger’s name?
O, fair maid, what was that Rodger’s name ?
In troth a’tweel, I never speir’d—the mair I was to blame,
Te dilly dan, te dilly dan, te dilly, dilly dan

 O, fair maid, what had that sodger on?
O, fair maid, what had that sodger on?
A scarlet coat laid o’er wi’ gold, a waistcoat o’ the game.,
Te dilly dan, te dilly dan, te dilly, dilly dan

O, fair maid, what if he should be slain?
O, fair maid, what if he should be slain?
The king would lose a brave sodger, and I a pretty num
Te dilly dan, te dilly dan, te dilly, dilly dan

O, fair maid, what if he should come hame?
O, fair maid, what if he should come hame?
The parish priest should marry us, the clerk should say amen
Te dilly dan, te dilly dan, te dilly, dilly dan

O, fair maid, would ye that sodger ken?
O, fair maid, would ye that sodger ken?
In troth a’tweel, an’ that I wad, among ten thousand men.
Te dilly dan, te dilly dan, te dilly, dilly dan

O, fair maid, what if I be the man?
O, fair maid, what if I be the man?
In troth a’tweel, it may be so; I’se baud ye for the same.
Te dilly dan, te dilly dan, te dilly, dilly dan

The lyrics better known today follow a similar pattern of question and answer, regarding where he’s gone, where he dwells, what he wears, and what if he dies:

Oh where, tell me where is your highland laddie gone?
Oh where, tell me where is your highland laddie gone?
He’s gone with streaming banners where noble deeds are done
And it’s oh! in my heart I wish him safe at home.

Oh where, tell me where did your highland laddie dwell?
Oh where, tell me where did your highland laddie dwell?
He dwelt in bonnie Scotland where blooms the sweet bluebell
And it’s oh! in my heart I love my laddie well.

Oh what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear?
Oh what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear?
A bonnet with a lofty plume, and on his breast a plaid
And it’s oh, in my heart I lo’ed my Highland lad

Oh what, tell me what if your highland lad be slain?
Oh what, tell me what if your highland lad be slain?
Oh no, true love will be his guide and bring him safe again
For it’s oh! my heart would break if my highland lad were slain.

There are many slight variations on these lyrics, and some larger ones.  For instance, through the years, the Highland laddie changes his clothes:

O what lassie what does your heelin’ laddie wear?
O what lassie what does your heelin’ laddie wear?
A scarlett coat and bonnet wi’ bonnie yellow hair
And there’s none in the world can wi’ my sweet love compare

What clothes, in what clothes is your Highland laddie clad?
‘His bonnet’s of the Saxon green, his waistcoat’s of the plaid ;
And it’s oh! in my heart, that I love my Highland lad.

But the ending follows the pattern set out in previous incarnations:

Suppose, oh, suppose that your Highland lad should die?
The bagpipes shall play over him, I’ll lay me down and cry;
And it’s oh! in my heart, that I wish he may not die!

O what will you claim for your constancy tae him?
O what will you claim for your constancy tae him?
I’ll claim a priest tae wed us and a clerk tae say amen
And I’ll ne’er part again from my bonnie heelin’ man

A later version references George II and the Napoleonic Wars, which ran from 1803-1815, after the Scots Musical Museum, Mrs. Jordan, and Mrs. Grant versions were printed:

Oh, where, and oh, where is my highland laddie gone,
Oh, where, and oh, where is my highland laddie gone,
He’s gone to fight the French, for King George upon the throne,
And it’s oh in my heart I wish him safe at home.

In addition to the plethora of verses, the title has also changed over the years, being known also as The New Highland Lad; O Where, Tell Me Where, and The Bells of Scotland. 

The source of the lyrics is largely undisputed; there’s a little more controversy over the origins of the melody.  The North Country Chorister,published in 1802 by Ritson (who does not appear, in all my research, to have a first name), printed this song as The New Highland Lad, which started with the words “There was a Highland laddie courted a lowland maid.”  The second verse of this version was “Oh where and oh where does your Highland laddie dwell?”

The song was brought to prominence by a Mrs. Jordan.  She was actually neither a Mrs. nor a Jordan, but Dorothea Bland, born near Waterford in 1762.  She led a colorful life, in ironic contrast to her name, moving from her training as a milliner to life on the stage, and having fourteen children, ten of them with William, Duke of Clarence/ King William IV, although they never married.  But she is often remembered for singing Blue Bells of Scotland, at Drury Lane around 1800, set to what she called her own composition.  Others describe it as a modified version of the original melody.  Ritson later noted on copies of his version that, “The song has lately been introduced upon the stage by Mrs. Jordan, who knew neither the words nor the tune.” 

The 1853 edition of The Scots Musical Museum states that the words were set to a ‘modern’ Scottish air, but gives no indication of which one, or this modern air’s relation to either Ritson’s or Mrs. Jordan’s melody.

In Immortal Songs of Camp and Field, published in 1898,Charles Mackay and Sir Henry Rowley Bishop debate whether it is actually a Scottish air or an older English melody from Sussex, discovered by a Mr. Fitzgerald, which began with the words “Oh, I have been forester this many a long day.”  This Sussex melody has several bars similar to the second half of Blue Bells.  Sir Henry wrote on October 22, 1852, that Mrs. Jordan based her melody on the one discovered by Mr. Fitzgerald, but altered it to accommodate her own vocal range. 

Another history of the melody of Blue Bells of Scotland tells of George Thomson, born in 1757, who directed the first Edinburgh Music Festival.  As a violinist and lover of Scottish music, he disliked the melodies of some of Scotland’s airs.  Seeking better music, he forwarded these airs on to Franz Joseph Haydn, in 1799, who worked on some 200 of them, including Blue Bells of Scotland. 

Blue Bells of Scotlandon youtube: although there are dozens of versions, I have chosen this one as a fairly simple piece that sticks very close to the traditional melody.

The Bluebell of Scotland

The rose, summer’s emblem
’tis England’s chosen tree
And France decks her shield
with the stately Fluer-de-lis
But brighter, fairer far than these
There blooms a flower for me,
Tis the Bluebell, the Bluebell
On Scotland’s grassy lea
Where from the dark, up springs the lark
The rising sun to see!
Where from the dark, up springs the lark
The rising sun to see!My land! native land!

Where afar my steps have been,
Blue skies charm the eyes,
And the earth is ever green.
Yet dwelt my heart ‘mid Scotland’s glens,
Where aye in thought was seen,
The Bluebell, the Bluebell,
Amid the bracken green,
And brighter far than sun or star,
The eyes of bonnie Jean!
And brighter far than sun or star,
The eyes of bonnie Jean!The Thistle, Scotland’s badge

Up from Freedom’s soil it grew,
Her foes aye found it hedg’d round
With rosemarie and rue.
And, emblem that her daughters were modest, leal, and true,
From off the rocks, to deck their locks,
They pluck’d the Bell of Blue!
The Heathbell, the Harehell,
Old Scotland’s Bell of Blue!
The Heathbell, the Harebell,
Old Scotland’s Bell of Blue!
from Rampant Scotland

Tomorrow, the song and Arthur Pryor

The last six weeks or so have been packed with activities.  In writing, I am finishing up the last of five appearances this Saturday, blogging and working on three books, to varying degrees, preparing Blue Bells of Scotland for expanded distribution in several venues and a book awards submission, and reviewing books for other authors.  I’m also keeping up with my music studio and my children’s activities– the Christmas program season is on us, so there have been and are, choir and band concerts for my children, and my music students’ recital coming up!  I’m really enjoying the concerts, have seen some wonderful playing, and am thrilled to have my advanced students playing some jazz arrangements of Christmas carols.

But it means I have been shamefully remiss and dropped a few things I’m juggling.  So, first, my apologies to Jennifer for the delay, and second, my thanks to Jennifer for her review at her book blog, Rundpinne.  Jennifer keeps a very active blog covering a variety of genres in both fiction and non-fiction.  Recent reviews include cookbooks, a book on digital photography, a memoir on dealing with a child’s illness, and a novel that delves deep into two women’s decisions about pregnancies.  (This is from another Minnesota author, Joy DeKok, whose website I will definitely be visiting.)  Jennifer’s blog is well worth following if you love reading.

Jennnifer posted her review of my book on December 4, giving it 5 coffee cups (equivalent to stars, of course!)

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Some excerpts from her review:

“The story line sounded promising and Laura Vosika does not disappoint….  

A delightfully intricate tale of time travel, life lessons, challenges of faith, and redemption…. 

I found the story moving, witty, and captivating. This was indeed a page-turner and I look forward to finishing the trilogy. I highly recommend this novel to anyone. It makes for a fantastic read and would make an excellent gift.”

Now seems like a perfect time to add a comment on the characters to whom people are drawn, and why.  Jennifer says in her blog that she is more drawn to Niall, because he actually cares what happens to people, and thinks through the effects of his own actions on others.  Among the members of my writing group, Night Writers, there are those who prefer Niall– because he’s a better man, because he’s all we hope for in a man or hope our sons would grow up to be– and those who prefer Shawn. 

Why would someone prefer a self-centered, drunken, gambling womanizer?  One member of my group said, tongue in cheek, because he’s taking notes on Shawn’s methods!  A member of the audience at Tuesday night’s talk also brought this issue up, noting how Shawn got all of the attention that night.  She thinks it is partly because rogues fascinate us, as they get into all sorts of scrapes we would never dream of.  They live lives that sound fun, exciting and daring, but which our own better natures and common sense prevent us from emulating.  We live vicariously and safely through literature’s rogues.  And partly, Robin said, we love rogues because we can look at someone like Shawn and feel better about ourselves, seeing we’re really pretty decent people after all, in comparison.  I think she made a good point about human nature.

I enjoy hearing people’s views on whom they prefer and why, in part because I’m pleased to find I’m conveying exactly what I’d hoped to!

The Night Writers held a book signing yesterday at Maple Grove Lutheran Church, with four of us signing books.  In addition to Blue Bells of Scotland, Lyn Miller LaCoursiere was on hand with the fourth book, Sunsets, in her Lindy Lewis mysteries series, Inna Sicard with I Have Been Thinking…, a collection of very short stories and observations about life, and Ross Tarry with his fourth mystery, Eye of the Serpent. 

The event was well-attended, with nice facilities, live music, and great food!  It was also a good chance to see some old friends.  My thanks go to all who helped make the event a success, and I am looking forward to future events.  On December 3, I will be speaking at the Author’s Tea at Osseo School District with Genny Kieley; December 8, several Night Writers will be speaking at the Maple Grove Library’s Author Talk series.

On December 12, a number of us will be in the community room at the Maple Grove Byerly’s, once again sponsoring a “Rescue an Abandoned Book” event– that means come and get them, they’re free!  Justin Knauss and I will be providing live music with guitar, harp, and flute.  I am looking forward to having a chance to pull out my alto flute, so if you’ve never heard one, stop by! 

And of course, we will be there with our books.  In addition to Eye of the Serpent, I Have Been Thinking, Blue Bells of Scotland, and Sunsets, John Stanton will have his new book available:  The Truth About Aliens, UFO’s, and All That, and I have just received a shipment of 2010 Daily Planners featuring Urquhart Castle in Scotland, which will be available. 

If you’re looking for gifts for a book lover or for yourself, stop by and take a look!

I confess, I read only books that I find in thrift stores.  There are two reasons for this, one of which I might admit to another day! and one of which I will say now: it feels a little bit like a treasure hunt.  My recent find was two novels by Jack Finney, the first of which is Time and Again.  It is the story of Si Morley, advertising artist in the early 70′s (late 60′s?), who is offered the chance of a lifetime to join a secret project of the United States government, without knowing what the project is.  He signs on and I think it won’t be a spoiler, since it’s right there on the dust jacket (not to mention the title of my article), to say the project involves time travel.

I am currently about half-way through, and finding it an absolutely fascinating story, with very realistic reactions to meeting people of another era, and vivid descriptions.  I would say Jack Finney’s strongest point of his many strong points, is his attention for detail, which really brings each scene alive.

What interested me, however, is comparing the methods of time travel in the many stories available that feature it.  H.G. Wells’ Time Machine is probably the best known.  Like H.G. Wells, Michael Crichton uses technology to transport his characters in his book Timeline. 

A second method that seems to come up routinely is witchcraft or magic.  A sorcerer is the– forgive the pun– source of the switch in time in the movie Just Visiting.  An evil witch does the same thing to her unsuspecting victim in a lesser known book, a romance, called The Gray Ghost.  My favorite childhood novel, In the Keep of Time, by Margaret J. Anderson, fits in the magic category: an ancient ruin of a Scottish keep, whose key at times glows mysteriously– and that is when the switches happen.  I think Diana Gabaldon’s beloved and popular Outlander series would also fall into this category, as the characters travel through standing stones.

Somewhere in Time, the Christopher Reeve movie set on Michigan’s Mackinac Island, relies on the concept that a man can surround himself with the elements of the past and believe himself right back into a different era.  This is the idea Jack Finney uses, although with the twist of an elaborate secret government project, based on Einstein’s theories, in which Si Morley and others like him are trained in self-hypnosis, given extensive training in the era to which they will travel, and left at sites which either are virtually as they were, or can be made, briefly, to be much as they were, in the time era to which the researchers intend to travel.

The recent and very popular Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, has presented the most unique explanation to date: a genetic anomaly.

My own novel, Blue Bells of Scotland, ends with no real explanation as to how the switch might have occurred.  In Book 2, they explore that question, and so far, I have not seen a book that uses the same explanation they find. 

I continue to look for books on time travel, and am interested to find out what other methods have been conjured by authors.   Feel free to comment on time travel novels you’ve read or look into lots of great  Time Travel Fiction at Amazon!  Have fun!

For some background information on this article, it is important to know that Bruce lived from 1274 until 1329,  200 years before Martin Luther’s 95 Theses and before Henry VIII made his split from the Catholic Church.  In other words, in his day to be Christian was to be Catholic.

And Bruce himself seems to have been a rather devout Catholic.  He counted among his close friends and associates Bishops Lamberton and Wishart, and Bernard de Linton, Abbot of Arbroath.  He carried the relics of both St. Columba and St. Fillan to the Battle of Bannockburn in June of 1314.   And on the morning of the main battle, Bruce started the day with Mass, his army of thousands on its knees before Maurice, the blind and barefoot abbot of Inchaffray, not only saying Mass, but receiving absolution.  The Declaration of Arbroath, sent to the Pope in 1320, compares Bruce to the Biblical figures of Joshua and Judas Maccabeus, who led their people against oppressors.  One of his unfulfilled dreams was to go on a Crusade.  Such was his wish that, though he was unable to fulfill it himself, he exhorted a promise from his closest friend, James Douglas, that, after Bruce’s death, James would take his, Bruce’s, heart on Crusade.  This James Douglas did, carrying Bruce’s heart in a silver casket. 

As to excommunication, it is a formal declaration of exclusion from the community, and within the Catholic Church typically means one is no longer allowed to partake of communion. 

For a devout Catholic, Robert Bruce had a bad knack for getting ex-communicated.  It started with the murder of John Comyn, the Red Comyn, Lord of Badenoch (yes, these were all the same man– just to be clear which of several John Comyns we’re talking about) before the altar of Greyfriars Church in 1306.  In Blue Bells of Scotland, Shawn expresses disbelief that a man should be excommunicated for killing, as it seems, to him, to be the national pastime of medieval Scotland.  And it is true that the real issue was not so much the killing, as the killing of a man on holy ground.

The thing to remember about excommunication is that it’s like drenched.  You can’t get more drenched, and you can’t get more excommunicated.  Unlike drenchings, though, excommunication does not ‘dry out.’  You remain so until it is formally lifted.  And this is why it’s an almost amusing story, that in 1317, with the former excommunication never having been lifted, and no more severe penalties to inflict, Pope John XXII once again excommunicated Bruce.  This time, however, he applied the punishment to all of Bruce’s associates, the whole of Scotland, really, and furthermore, declared that the prelates of York and London were to repeat the excommunication ceremony every single Sunday and every holy day for a whole year.  As if a drenched man might become even more drenched.

Interestingly, many sources credit the Pope’s ridiculous order as the inspiration for the Scottish nobles writing the Declaration of Arbroath, Scotland’s most famous document on a par with, and many say largely the basis for, our own Declaration of Independence. 

I wonder how Bruce or his comrades felt about all of this.  I suspect that they were strong enough in their faith in the rightness of their cause, declaring the independence that had always been theirs before Edward Longshanks invaded,  that it was little more than a source of amusement to them, although I would think it might also have saddened them, to be on the wrong side of a faith and church that they obviously valued.

The second review on my blog tour went up yesterday at  The Historical Novel Review, the Guide to Exceptional Historical Fiction.  I would like to thank Mirella Patzer for her time, and highly recommend her site to all lovers of historical fiction.  She and a team of four reviewers, Vanitha, Miranda, Anita, and Lisa, writers and editors all, cover a great variety of historical fiction, from 5th Century Europe to America during World War II, from well-known authors such as Jean Plaidy to, well, those like me, just starting out with our first novels.  Styles covered range from mystery and adventure to historical romance and novelizations of Biblical figures.  This site truly has something for everyone!  With so many books and so little time (to steal a famous quote), sites like Mirella’s are a gift to those of us who love discovering history in literature.

A brief excerpt from Mirella’s review of Blue Bells of Scotland:

[Shawn and Niall] evolve and change in a touching, sometimes heart-wrenching manner. It is this, along with a richness of detail, that makes this story larger than life.

And, of course, please stop by her site to read the rest and see what other great novels are out there!