Rob Roy Page #5

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Fetch and carry at command.

Why has a smart young lad like you

attached himself to a bunch of tinkers?

I would have thought you more fit

To serve a man like my master,|the Marquis of Montrose.

I do not serve Robert McGregor.

I'm his friend

and count myself fortunate to claim it.

My God, what a crew|you Highlanders are.

With your airs and honours,

come begging 1,000 as if you|were doing the lender a favour.

Sheep shaggers, the lot of ya.

Baa!

My mother could come no nearer

than three candidates for my paternity.

The Earl of Rutland.

Now, there's a name for a whore master.

A secretary to the Spanish Ambassador

whose name she hazarded as Ferdinando

and some young buck she never saw

who raised her skirts|at the masked ball.

He ravished her?!

I would put it no higher|than surprised.

Archie, take me with you.

Wherever.

Whatever.

Take me away with you.

I am away, Betty,

and God help me,|this is where I've landed.

You think me a gentleman

because I have linen|and can manage a "lisp".

I am but a bastard abroad,

seeking my fortune|and the favours of great men,

as big a whore as my mother ever was.

I'm pregnant by you, Archie.

Well.

When it asks for its father's name,

at least you'll have it to give.

Mr Cunningham, it's me... Killearn.

A word with you.

Don't let him see me.

You are a carbuncle|on this arse of a country.

And if you ever inform against me|to His Lordship again,

I'll squeeze the pus out of you

with my bare hands.

My, Archie,

but you have a rare contempt in you.

I gave you no leave|to call me familiar.

Could I pay for the privilege?

At a fair price.

What are you gibbering about?

Money, Archie. Money. What else?

How much money?

Let's talk inside over a dram.

It's chill on the stairs.

Say what you have to say.

I am engaged within.

Ah, you've Betty on her back.

How much money?

1,000.

1,000.|What does 1,000 look like?

Will we have enough ponies to carry it?

Not coin. A note of credit

drawn on His Lordship.

- What interest, Rob?|- One fifth.

And he gets 200 profit for three months?

Aye. That's the price of cash,

and we must plan the matter|to the last penny.

When Alan returns,|he'll take three of you,

and you'll go to Creiff.

There you'll bargain with the drovers

and have the herd assembled|when I come with our kit for the drive.

How big a herd?

And whatever we can acquire|along the way.

No harm if a dozen or more stick.

We'll drive them into Carlisle like an army.

So, let's have all hands to it.

We'll stay warm this winter,|within and without.

To celebrate, we'll hold a gathering

and drink to our success!

Right, McKinness.

That's two shillings still owing.

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