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Index
Foreword
Prolog
Chapter 1 - Storm Clouds Gather in Scotland in the 1700s
Chapter 2 - Anne Becomes Lady Mackintosh and Charles Becomes The Bonny Prince
Chapter 3 - Lady Anne Meets Prince Charles And His Rebellion Against England Begins
Chapter 4 - Prince Charles' Rebellion Racks Up Victories
Chapter 5 - Charles Needs Soldiers; Anne Recruits A Regiment For Him
Chapter 6 - Victorious Prince Charles Visits Anne's Home
Chapter 7 - Lady Anne And Her Servants Rout the English Army Seeking Charles
Chapter 8 - Lady Anne's Regiment Leads the Attack on the English in the Decisive Battle
Chapter 9 - Disaster, as Highlanders Are Overwhelmed by an Army Twice the Size of Theirs
Chapter 10 - Lady Anne Escapes Death from English, Saves Doomed Prisoners
Chapter 11 - Lady Anne Has A Last Laugh on the Brutal English
Prolog
A bitter April wind blew hard from Moray Firth. It drove needles of snow from low- hanging dark gray clouds into the gaunt faces of Highland troops. Those troops had stood their posts since dawn, six hours ago. Others lay exhausted on the freezing mud of Culloden Moor as snow gathered in the folds of the plaids tightly wrapped around their chilled bodies. Lady Anne Mackintosh shivered, too, even though she wore a warm, wool plaid wrapped over her Mackintosh tartan riding habit. She sat her horse on the top of one of the hills overlooking Culloden Moor. Even though she and the horse were sheltered in a grove of as-yet- leafless April trees, her plaid kept off only a bit of the wind.. Her horse snorted and stomped, and she leaned forward in the saddle to stroke the shiny, dapple- gray neck.
"Poor beast," Anne whispered. "You're cold, I know. So are we all...except the English," she added, squinting into the snow to where English troops' campfires glowed warmly, a mile away across the moor. "But we can't leave," she whispered to the horse. "Not with my regiment out there, facing the bloody English..."
Then, there was a stirring in the Highland ranks. Something happened. But what? Had Prince Charlie given the order to attack - the order his troops, and Anne Mackintosh, had been awaiting since dawn?
The charming Prince Charlie, who called Anne, in the French he had spoken most of his life, "La Belle Rebelle," the beautiful rebel, when he visited her home at Moy Hall, had kept his army waiting since dawn for the order to attack their English enemies. Now, there was confusion among the Highland soldiers...then, cutting through the noise of wind and camp came the call, the battle cry, "Loch Moy!" And Anne recognized the voice.
"Alex MacGillivray," Anne whispered, naming the Chief of Clan MacGillivray, whom she had appointed to lead the regiment she had recruited. "It would be you that leads them all," she whispered.
Now, a hundred voices, a thousand voices, yelled the "Loch Moy" battle cry of Clan Mackintosh and Clan Chattan. Bagpipes howled their war wails as Anne spotted the tall, red- haired figure of MacGillivray, charging toward the English at the head of his regiment.....at the head of Anne's regiment...at the head of the regiment she alone had recruited to fight for Prince Charlie, while her husband, the Chief of Clan Mackintosh, fought on the other side, for the English King George...at the head of the regiment of kinsmen, neighbors and friends who called her, affectionately, "Colonel Anne." Now the rest of the Highland army streamed after the Clan Mackintosh and Clan Chattan men, all shouting their clans' war cries, brandishing their claymores, their axes, their farm scythes, while the bagpipes screamed a martial tune, "The Auld Stuarts Are Back Again."
The musical theme carried the idea that moved the Scots forward. They wanted their own Stuart kings back on the throne of Scotland, from which the English had displaced them. Bonnie Prince Charlie, as young Charles Stuart was called, was the last of the Stuarts. He would be their king if they won this day.
Lady Anne Mackintosh could only whisper through near-frozen lips, "God go wi' ye all," as her eyes filled with tears.