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nekke and made with hym good semblaunt and whenne alle the 

 Erles and Baronns of Scottlond were present Robert the Brus 

 spak and saide Sers quothe he ye wette wele encheson (because) 

 of this comyng and wherefore that hit es if that ye welle graunte 

 that y mst be kyng of Scotlond as right heire of the londe. 

 And alle the lordes that were there saide with oo vois that he 

 scholde be crownede kyng of Scottlonde and that thei wolde him 

 helpe and him mayntene ageiens alle maner of menne lyve and 

 for him if hit were mede to deie. The Gentyl knyght to John of 

 Comen th answerede and saide certis never for me ne for to 

 have of me as moche help as the valu of o botonne fa that oth 

 thet y have made to Kyng Edward of Engelond I schal holde 

 hit whilis my lif last and with that word he wente fro that com- 

 panye and wolde have went up on his palfray. And Robert the 

 Brus purseuede him with a drawn sworde and bare him thorugh 

 the body. And Se John Comyn fil doune to the erth. But 

 whenne Roger that was Se John Comynes brothir saugh this 

 fallenesse he sterte to Se Robert the Brus and smott him with a 

 knyfe but thee fals trettour was armed undir so that the strok 

 myght dou him non harme. And so moche help come aboute Se 

 Robert the Brus so that Roger Comyn was there quelled and al 

 to hewe in small piecis and Robert the Brus tournede ageien there 

 that Se John Comyn that noble Baronn lay wounded and pynned 

 to ward his dethe be sides the heige auter in the chirche of the 

 gray freres and saide un to Se John Comyn O traitour thou schalt 

 be ded and nevere after lette myn avauncement and schok his 

 swerde att the heigh auter and smot him on hed that the brayn 

 fill doun up on the ground and the blode stirte an heighe in to the 

 wallis and yiet in to this day that blode es sene there that no 

 water may wasch hit away and so deide that nobil knyght in holy 

 cherch." 



Story of a Douglas Charter. 



Once upon a time, a bookseller friend of mine told me in 

 answer to my question that the only manuscript he had was an 

 old charter, which he pressed me to take. A cursory glance was 

 enough to make me decline, but, of course, he insisted, and 

 with that fatal want of firmness which has been the bane of very 

 many better men than myself, I yielded. For the modest sum of 

 7s 6d that bookseller had inflicted upon me this alluring and 

 worshipful document (tattered parchment produced), so eminently 



