Then she remembered that the Scots never forget and reckoned that Torbot was right and they would want to know exactly what was happening.
What she found very touching was that many of the Clansmen brought with them small gifts, which she accepted gladly and then handed to the General to place on one side.
There were gloves they had knitted from the wool of their sheep, which they had spun on a wheel and then dyed in various colours and there were scarves that their wives had woven on handlooms at home.
There was a grouse’s claw preserved and fashioned as a brooch, a clump of blackcock feathers for a bonnet and from those who lived near the sea there were little shell-covered boxes.
Clova thanked them all profusely in her soft voice and told the giver how grateful she was for such a ch
