You’ve Gotta Love Yourself a Scotsman
And when they’re of the medieval variety, even better. Those were the days when men were men…and it still took just that one special lady to bring them to their knees :)
These were men that lived hard, played fair, and only lost their hearts when all else had failed. Even the villains, and some of those border lads were horrendously nefarious, have the ability to make me smile, sometimes even fondly, sometimes for a very brief moment until I remember what all they got up to.
One of my favourite villains has to be Johnnie Armstrong and I just knew that one day he’d find his way into my stories — give or take a little literary licence. Dates, faces and deaths have been changed!
Unfortunately, Johnnie’s of the ‘very brief moment’ variety, he was not a nice man although you’ll find the odd account professing he was severely misunderstood. Let’s just say, this was the scoundrel who invented black rent (the forerunner of blackmail).
Now, I write historical romance, which means my hero, aka The Devil of Jedburgh, helped poor ol’ Johnnie on to his sorry end. The real Johnnie was hung at Caerlanrig chapel by order of King James.
But even this villain put a smile on my face when, with thanks to Sir Walter Scott’s The Ballad of Johnnie Armstrong, we see him and his band fighting off the king’s men
Said John, Fight on, my merry men all,
I am a little hurt, but I am not slain;
I will lay me down for to bleed a while,
Then I’le rise and fight with you again
So whether he’s a hero, a villain or a writer, I’ll take that Scotsman for my daily smile.
Claire Robyns lives in Berkshire, England where she divides her time between being a mother, wife, software developer, reader and writer—not necessarily in that order.