"
"Thou art a young soldier, friend," said Burley, "and scant well learned
in thy trade, or thou wouldst know that the bearer of a flag of truce
cannot treat with the army but through their officers; and that if he
presume to do otherwise, he forfeits his safe conduct."
While speaking these words, Burley unslung his carabine, and held it in
readiness.
"I am not to be intimidated from the discharge of my duty by the menaces
of a murderer," said Cornet Grahame.--"Hear me, good people; I proclaim,
in the name of the King and of my commanding officer, full and free
pardon to all, excepting"--
"I give thee fair warning," said Burley, presenting his piece.
"A free pardon to all," continued the young officer, still addressing the
body of the insurgents--"to all but"--
"Then the Lord grant grace to thy soul--amen!" said Burley.
With these words he fired, and Cornet Richard Grahame dropped from his
horse. The shot was mortal. The unfortunate young gentleman had only
strength to turn himself on the ground and mutter forth, "My poor
mother!" when life forsook him in the effort. His startled horse fled
back to the regiment at the gallop, as did his scarce less affrighted
attendant.
"What have you done?" said one of Balfour's brother officers.
"My duty," said Balfour, firmly. "Is it not written, Thou shalt be
zealous even to slaying? Let those, who dare, now venture to speak of
truce or pardon!"
Claverhouse saw his nephew fall.
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