Vara was well aware that this was true.
Like most of the ordinary people of Scotland, the McDorns relied on their spinning and their fishing to earn money to live on.
They thought of their Chieftain not only as their Leader but as their shepherd.
To them he was a father-figure, who would inspire and comfort them at all times.
The idea of the Earl being too English even to understand their speech would strike them like a blow.
Vara knew that it would be very difficult for them to accept it.
“What can you do about it?” she asked the Minister.
“The answer to that, Vara, is what will you do about it?”
“Me?” Vara enquired.
“Mr. Bryden wants someone who can read to his Lordship in an English accent, but there is no one here who is capable of doing that except for yourself.”
Vara’s eyes
