While there’s leaves in the forest,
And foam on the river,
MacGregor, despite them,
Shall flourish forever!

~ Sir Walter Scott

Gaelic Name: MacGrioghair
Motto: ‘S Rioghal Mo Dhream (My Race is Royal)
Plant Badge: Pine
Lands: Argyll and Perthshire
Origin of Name: Son of Gregory (Flocksman)

I tend to overwrite my first drafts. Before I turned Burning Sky in to my publisher to begin the months’ long editing process, I trimmed away about 25,000 words. Most of those were small cuts. Sentences, phrases, the occasional paragraph. Over a manuscript the size of mine, many of those little cuts add up to a lot of words. But there was one larger cut that I made.

It’s probably no secret by now that, along with 18th century American history, I’m very interested in Scottish history, too. Especially Highland clan history. A clan that has a most interesting, dramatic, and tragic history is Clan MacGregor. In the pages of Burning Sky I had included something of this history, in the words of character Neil MacGregor. Though it was of absorbing interest to me (and to Neil and Willa) the telling of it didn’t serve a strong enough story purpose to warrant its remaining as part of a conversation that was already nine pages long. It slowed the pace in spot where doing so didn’t serve the overall story. But I share it now for any readers who’d like just a wee bit more of Neil.

To put it in its original context: This exchange was originally part of the long conversation in Chapter 11, when Neil is awakened in the night of the rainstorm, to the sound of Willa’s scissors cutting fabric…

 

Heโ€™d returned to the
doorway to peer into the night again and ponder this subtle shift, this
tentative tug on his soul that he wasnโ€™t sure he welcomed, when Willa spoke.
โ€œWhat did you and Ledaโ€™s
husband mean today, about MacGregors and outlaws?โ€
โ€œLeda? Aye, MacNabโ€™s
wife.โ€ He barred the door on the falling rain and
came to sit at the table. โ€œDโ€™ye ken aught of Scotland, and the auld ways of the
clans, before the โ€™45?โ€
โ€œForty-five?โ€ Willa had
settled on the other block chair, now that sheโ€™d begun to sew the shirting,
drawn close to the fire for the added light.
โ€œThe last Jacobite
Rising. When the Highland clans were slaughtered by Cumberlandโ€™s English. Nigh
on forty years back.โ€
Willa paused her needle.
โ€œWas that to do with Charles Stuart?โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s the one. Charles
Edward Stuart. Did ye hear of him from your da?โ€
โ€œOr something I read. I
do not remember.โ€ She kept her needle poised, waiting for him to continue.He
settled his splinted arm on the table and the blanket higher on his shoulders. โ€œWell,โ€ he went on,
staring at the fingers of his injured hand. โ€œAfter that wreck and ruin ended,
many of the clansmenโ€”MacKenzies, Camerons, Grants, the lotโ€”who werenโ€™t
slaughtered on Culloden Moor were driven into exile, but there was one clan
whoโ€™d lived as exiles for generations before Prince Charlie set his Stuart heel
on Scottish soil: Mac Grioghair.โ€

He found her watching him when he
looked up, and hesitated. โ€œYe truly want to hear it?โ€
โ€œIt is a good night for
stories.โ€ Her mouth softened as she bent her head to her work again and he
smiled at the bright crown of her hair.
โ€œAye. Still… it’s a
complicated history and Iโ€™ll noโ€™ bore ye with the particulars. It came down to a
feud between MacGregors and Clan Colquhoun, around the year 1600. The clans met
in battle at a place called Glen Fruin. The MacGregors trounced the Colquhouns,
and though it wasna through treachery, the Colquhouns appealed to the
king and made him believe it was so, and thatโ€™s how the Act of Proscription
came to be. The MacGregors were forced off their lands, and bearing the name
was made a crime. Any MacGregor who didna renounce it was fair pickings to
those of a mind to steal from him, defraud him, or hunt him like a deer.โ€
When he paused, Willa
pushed the slender needle through the new linen and looked up. โ€œLedaโ€™s husband
said his father did not keep their MacGregor name, but took the name of his
mother. But your father kept the name?โ€
โ€œBut on the sly, ye
ken. The MacGregors were forced to live in hiding, or sheltered by other clans,
until the Act was repealedโ€”just ten years ago, mind. My daโ€™s grandda
found shelter with Clan Graham, who claimed the family whenever need
arose. I grew up on a Grahamโ€™s estate where my father kept the grounds. In all
likelihood Iโ€™d be keeping those grounds in my daโ€™s stead had not the physician
who owned the estate caught me with a filched bit of foolscap and a quill,
drawing the plants in one oโ€™ his gardens.โ€
Heโ€™d figured himself in for a hiding
or worse, but the old man had been impressed rather than angered. Neil had
entered universityโ€”through the generosity of his fatherโ€™s employerโ€”as a Graham,
but by the time heโ€™d left Edinburgh and crossed the ocean to the colonies, he
was using his proper name.
โ€œSo that is where you
come by your interest in plants.โ€
โ€œAye, though I trained
as a physician before I found my true calling.โ€
Willa snapped off a
thread and held up the shirt, now boasting one finished sleeve. โ€œI have wanted
to ask you about thisโ€ฆ calling.โ€

From that point, the scene flows on as it stands in the published version. I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into Clan MacGregor history from one of its sons (fictional perhaps, but he’s very real to me).

For more, there’s always Wikipedia’s Clan Gregor page.

 

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