After about a week Erskyne arrived and he was accompanied by Mortoun himself, who hoped to obtain further personal information by word of mouth, beyond that contained in the documents.
“I hear you have had some sore delays, James Mitchell,” he said.
“Yes, my Lord, I was imprisoned for some time in York and wounded and sick and in hiding for over two months.”
“You are a Scot I understand.”
“I am, my Lord.”
“And of the reformed faith?”
“That is so.”
“We shall need the services of all good Scots if there is any fighting to be done. Can we rely upon you?”
“By my troth, you may, my Lord; I shall be found here.”
Ian then put the shoes on the table and they ripped them open. The contents were practically uninjured and they talked till late into the night.