Chapter 72: A New Age
August, 1300
Alexander walked up the steps to the hill, Moot Hill, the place where all Kings of Scots since Kenneth the Conqueror had been crowned. His wife Sancha was at his side and their children followed close behind. They stopped before the chair, the stone of Scone, which legend had it, St Columba had brought on his voyage to Scotland many hundreds of years ago. Alexander nodded to it, turned and sat down. Sancha stood to his right with their children standing next to her. The gathered nobles fell quiet then. As they waited for the Earl of Fife to come and place the crown atop his head, Alexander thought briefly on his father. King Alexander had recovered from what it was that had ailed him, only to suffer a stroke two weeks ago, which had cut him down during the middle of a council meeting. For two weeks Alexander, had fought grief and relief. Grief that his father had died, and relief that he no longer had to suffer.
The appearance of the Earl of Fife took him from his thoughts. Duncan, Earl of Fife was a young man, the same age as Alexander’s son David, but he was tall where David was small. His voice was in the process of breaking as well, as he spoke it altered. “We are here today, to crown a new King. His Majesty King Alexander died two weeks ago, as the sun rose to its highest point. Now with the sun at its highest point once more, we crown a new King. Prince Alexander, Earl of Gairoch and Lord of Mann, do you know the oaths?”
The oaths which King Kenneth had created all those years ago, which his ancestor King David had changed only slightly. Alexander had learned them as a child, ready for the day he would be crowned. He had ensured his son Alexander had also learned them. He took a moment and then said. “Aye, I do.”
“Then let us begin.” The Earl of Fife said.
There would be no questions, Alexander would need to recite the entire oath himself, without prompting. He took a breath and then began. “I, Alexander, son of Alexander, Prince of Scots, Earl of Gairoch and Lord of Mann, do hereby swear to uphold the laws of the Kingdom of Scotland, I swear to protect the innocent from the wrong, and to defend the good from the evil. I swear to protect the land with my arms and with my mind. I swear to listen to good counsel and to ignore the bad. Before the nobles of my realm and before God, I do hereby swear to uphold the liberties of Scotland.”
The Earl of Fife nodded and then said. “Bring forth the land of this Kingdom.”
Five men hurried forward they placed the pot with the soil of Scotland before Alexander. He removed his shoes, and placed his feet inside the soil. It had been considered right that the next part of the oath be said with his feet firmly in Scottish land. “I, Alexander, son of Alexander, do hereby recognise the laws of this land, and swear as my God given duty, the right to protect them, to ensure a fair and free trial for those who demand it. I swear to protect all as I would my own wife and children, and to not give into temptation. To deliver the Kingdom from evil, and to ensure God’s power and glory.”
With his feet kept firmly in the soil, the Earl of Fife moved forward toward him, taking the great sword that had belonged to King Kenneth, and with great carefulness, tapping him on the shoulder, first the right and then the left. As he finished, Fife proclaimed. “With the power invested in me, by the Lord God, I do hereby proclaim you, Alexander, to be Alexander, fourth of that name, King of Scotland, by right of God and birth.” He handed the sword back to the helpers, and stepped back as the Bishops consecrated him with the oils, when they were done, Fife stepped forward again, placed the iron crown of King Kenneth atop his head, and helped him stand. “Here is our King!” Fife proclaimed. “Long Live the King!”
“Long Live the King!” came the answering cry. The next hour passed with nobles coming to swear fealty to him, first his wife and their children, then the great lords, Bruce, Comyn, Stewart, and others. Eventually, it was done, and he put his shoes back on and led the procession back to Scone Abbey where the great feast was to be had.
They entered the Abbey, and not for the first time, Alexander marvelled at just how beautiful it was. There were stained glass windows depicting Christ in his glory, and tapestries depicting the dynasty Alexander hailed from. He nodded appreciatingly. He then reached the long table, and sat down in the throne like chair. He gestured for others to sit down. As they did so, they all looked at him expectantly. He knew why. Ever since King Kenneth had taken the crown, every King had been expected to give a speech, stating what they were going to do in their reign. When the King had been a child, their regent had given it for them. Alexander cleared his throat and then said. “My lords and ladies, I thank you all for coming today. My father, was a great man who worked throughout his life for the betterment of Scotland, as a consequence, we have enjoyed peace for forty years, a full treasury and great relations with our neighbours.” He paused to allow applause then. When that was done, he continued.
“I learned a lot from my father, he was a great man. I intend to keep the peace within Scotland and with our allies. Already we are negotiating a new peace treaty with Norway, and shall soon have a new trade agreement with England.” He paused to allow a smattering of applause, then raised his hand for silence. “With my wife and Queen’s help, we have negotiated another treaty with Portugal, to bring an alliance closer together. With these alliances and agreements, I shall work tirelessly, with the aid of my councillors to bring greatness to Scotland. There shall be roads developed and maintained, there shall be a better system of delivery for messages developed, and we shall continue to bring greatness to our ancestors.”
There was a roar of approval then, led by the Earl of Buchan. Alexander smiled, he let it go on for a time, and then raised his hand once more for silence. “Finally, I have one final announcement. When I came of age, my father named me Earl of Gairoch and Lord of Mann. Today, I shall confirm my son and your Prince, Alexander, as Earl of Gairoch and Lord of Mann and declare that these titles shall from this day be made compulsory for the heir apparent to the throne.” There were cheers then, and his son stepped forward and bowed before taking his seat again. Alexander had considered naming his son as Duke of Gairoch, but had been convinced that it sounded too foreign.
Someone’s stomach rumbled. Alexander smiled. “Clearly a sign that we should begin eating.” Everybody laughed. “Well, let us not delay. Eat!” And with that the feast began, Alexander turned and smiled at his wife, it had been she who had convinced him and the council that he should become King of Scotland, to show he was just as powerful as his uncle in England, and the council had surprisingly agreed. She would be a fabulous Queen.