Anyone who was read Nigel Tranter already knows that they will be plunging into an exhaustive, atmospheric, historic saga that is thoroughly Scottish. I always come away with a slightly different attitude, an US vs. THEM frame of mind—and I’m part of the US. Tranter is amazing that way. I read this trilogy over thirty years ago and liked it enough to keep it on my bookshelf for a second reading, though at the time I had no idea who these Stewart kings were—and I didn’t recall any of it. Now, my situation is completely different. I don’t know what possessed me pick up this book again, but I was astounded to discover it covered the exact period—Henry IV’s reign in England—that I’m researching. It’s amazing what the subconscious will do for us.
At the beginning of the 15th century, King Robert III (born John, Earl of Carrick) was on the Scottish throne—or at least, he sat on the throne but did not rule the country. That job went to his unscrupulous but efficient brother, Robert Earl of Fife, Duke of Albany. Albany was the bad guy throughout the trilogy, accused of all sorts of heinous but unsolved crimes in the interest of his family and his country (or so he claimed). As if Robert wasn’t difficult enough to deal with, the king was afraid of his other brother, Alexander, Earl of Buchan, known as the Wolf of Badenoch. Alexander was a wild and unmanageable Highlander chief, with no respect for law and order except for his own. No wonder poor Robert III was timid and ineffectual. Our protagonist, Jamie Douglas, was an illegitimate member of his powerful clan. He was strong, reliable, loyal, and friends with other members of the royal family (both legitimate and illegitimate). Jamie was always in the midst of the action, and often lent his level-headed advice to those most in need of it. First there was the handsome but headstrong son and heir to the throne, David, who was a constant thorn in Albany’s side. Then (book 2) Jamie befriended young Alex, son of the late Wolf of Badenoch. That was a good thing, because Jamie, too, found himself on the wrong side of Albany and had to flee to the highlands for safety. Scotland was in constant turmoil, and its divided leadership played into the hands of the unscrupulous King of England. Or did Albany and Henry IV have some sort of private understanding between them?
These books were published in 1977-78, and I would say that to many modern readers, his style was old-fashioned. He spent an inordinate amount of time describing the topography and giving place names that are entirely unfathomable to anyone not living in Scotland. That part is hard to swallow. But having sloughed through the descriptive passages, the action is more than satisfying, the conflicts are engrossing, and the characters are clever. I trust Tranter’s history, so this is an education I can easily absorb.