“What do you mean?”
“Tweeddale sent for them—to be examined—wi’ your letters to the Commander of the Forces.”
Lord Stair flushed and turned quickly in his chair.
“And you sent them?”
Breadalbane smiled.
“Yes.”
“Now—by heaven, my lord, that was ill done!”
Unmoved, Breadalbane lifted his shoulders.
“I must show my authority—I canna tak’ the blame—ye wrote them, ye must even tak’ the—credit, Lord Stair.”
“You have treated me unworthily.”