Preliminary Fighting Before Bannockburn

But Bruce, in this fatal movement, when history hung on his hand and eye, uprose in his stirrups and clove Bohun’s helmet, the axe breaking in that stroke.

Continuing Battle of Bannockburn,
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Previously in Battle of Bannockburn.

Time: 1314
Place: Just south of Stirling, Scotland

Meanwhile Philip de Mowbray, who commanded in Stirling, had ridden forth to meet and counsel Edward. His advice was to come no nearer; perhaps a technical relief was held to have already been secured by the presence of the army.

Mowbray was not heard — “the young men” would not listen. Gloucester, with the van, entered the park, where he was met, as we shall see, and Clifford, Beaumont, and Sir Thomas Grey, with three hundred horsemen, skirted the wood where Randolph was posted, a clear way lying before them to the castle of Stirling. Bruce had seen this movement, and told Randolph that “a rose of his chaplet was fallen,”the phrase attesting the King’s love of chivalrous romance. To pursue horsemen with infantry seemed vain enough; but Randolph moved out of cover, thinking perhaps that knights adventurous would refuse no chance to fight. If this was his thought, he reckoned well. Beaumont cried to his knights, “Give ground, leave them fair field.” Grey hinted that the Scots were in too great force, and Beaumont answered, “If you fear, fly!” “Sir,” said Sir Thomas, “for fear I fly not this day!” and so spurred in between Beaumont and D’Eyncourt and galloped on the spears. D’Eyncourt was slain, Grey was unhorsed and taken. The three hundred lances of Beaumont then circled Randolph’s spearmen round about on every side, but the spears kept back the horses. Swords, maces, and knives were thrown; all was done as by the French cavalry against the British squares at Waterloo, and all as vainly. The hedge of steel was unbroken, and, in the hot sun of June, a mist of dust and heat brooded over the battle.

Sic mirkness In the air above them was”

as when the sons of Thetis and the Dawn fought under the walls of windy Troy. Douglas beheld the distant cloud, and rode to Bruce, imploring leave to hurry to Randolph’s aid. “I will not break my ranks for him,” said Bruce; yet Douglas had his will. But the English wavered, seeing his line advance, and thereon Douglas halted his men, lest Randolph should lose renown. Beholding this the spearmen of Randolph, in their turn, charged and drove the weary English horse and their disheartened riders.

Meanwhile Edward had halted his main force to consider whether they should fight or rest. But Gloucester’s party, knowing nothing of his halt, had advanced into the wooded park; and Bruce rode down to the right in his armor, and with a gold coronal on his basnet, but mounted on a mere palfrey. To the front of the English van, under Gloucester and Hereford, rode Sir Henry Bohun, a bow-shot beyond his company. Recognizing the King, who was arraying his ranks, Bohun sped down upon him, apparently hoping to take him.

He thought that he should dwell lightly, Win him, and have him at his will.”

But Bruce, in this fatal movement, when history hung on his hand and eye, uprose in his stirrups and clove Bohun’s helmet, the axe breaking in that stroke. It was a desperate but a winning blow: Bruce’s spears advanced, and the English van withdrew in half superstitious fear of the omen. His lords blamed Bruce, but

The King has answer made them none, But turned upon the axe-shaft, wha Was with the stroke broken in twa.”

Initium malorum hoc” (“This was the beginning of evil”), says the English chronicler.

After this double success in the Quatre Bras of the Scottish Waterloo, Bruce, according to Barbour, offered to his men their choice of withdrawal or of standing it out. The great general might well be of doubtful mind — was tomorrow to bring a second and a more fatal Falkirk? The army of Scotland was protected, as Wallace’s army at Falkirk had been, by difficult ground. But the English archers might again rain their blinding showers of shafts into the broad mark offered by the clumps of spears, and again the English knights might break through the shaken ranks. Bruce had but a few squadrons of horse — could they be trusted to scatter the bowmen of the English forests, and to escape a flank charge from the far heavier cavalry of Edward? On the whole, was not the old strategy best, the strategy of retreat? So Bruce may have pondered. He had brought his men to the ring, and they voted for dancing. Meanwhile the English rested on a marshy plain “outre — Bannockburn” in sore discomfiture, says Gray. He must mean south of Bannockburn, taking the point of view of his father, at that hour captive in Bruce’s camp. He tells us that the Scots meant to retire “into the Lennox, a right strong country” — this confirms, in a way, Barbour’s tale of Bruce suggesting retreat — when Sir Alexander Seton, deserting Edward’s camp, advised Bruce of the English lack of spirit, and bade him face the foe next day. To retire, indeed, was Bruce’s, as it had been Wallace’s, natural policy. The English would soon be distressed for want of supplies; on the other hand, they had clearly made no arrangements for an orderly retreat if they lost the day; with Bruce this was a motive for fighting them. The advice of Seton prevailed; the Scots would stand their ground.

The sun of Midsummer Day rose on the rite of the mass done in front of the Scottish lines. Men breakfasted, and Bruce knighted Douglas, the Steward, and other of his nobles. The host then moved out of the wood, and the standards rose above the spears of the soldiers. Edward Bruce held the right wing; Randolph the centre; the left, under Douglas and the Steward, rested of St. Ninian’s. Bruce, as he had arranged, was in reserve with Carrick and the Isles. “Will these men fight?” asked Edward, and Sir Ingram assured him that such was their intent. He advised that the English should make a feigned retreat, when the Scots would certainly break their ranks —

Then prick we on them hardily.”

Edward rejected his old ruse, which probably would not have beguiled the Scottish leader. The Scots then knelt for a moment of prayer, as the Abbot of Inchafray bore the crucifix along the line; but they did not kneel to Edward. His van, under Gloucester, fell on Edward Bruce’s division, where there was hand-to-hand fighting, broken lances, dying chargers, the rear ranks of Gloucester pressing vainly on the front ranks, unable to deploy for the straitness of the ground.

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