There’s some of them’ll be nursing a guid scratch or two on their hinder-ends this night.… Man, it was a rout.’

‘I imagine,’ said Piero Strozzi, his dark face impassive, ‘that my lord Grey’s army would not relish their defeat either.’

‘Oh, aye, the English,’ said Buccleuch absently.

‘We are, after all, at war with them and not with the Kerrs,’ the Marshal said mildly.

Author: Dorothy Dunnett