Post by Men of Skye on Jun 1, 2010 13:02:07 GMT -6
Two days after the coronation and Adam still contemplated the secession of Lewis-Harris, and the fact that he had a half-brother who had taken the name du’Chere, and now controlled it. Maybe it was wise for the man to take another name, as Maubrey was ill-thought of, at least in the Nations. The things that went thru his mind were not repeated to anyone, even his beloved wife, who despised anything related to Maubrey.
What Adam wanted most was to befriend his half-brother… but the double nature of it, the symbolic taste of what it feels like to be two-sided. Unknowingly, the pair was split in a much more devastating way than psychology could ever reveal. Both were of the same Father, the despised and evil Lord William; but of different Mothers. Adam and James were the opposing brothers effectively acting as statement and counterpoint, to be played off against each other with differing degrees of intensity, as Lord William’s plan intended. Indeed, the brothers' are diametrically opposing extremes, yet Adam believed his brother had some good in him… possibly as he himself did with traits of Davina. He would research James’ mother, and see if possibly a gentler side of the man existed. This, and this alone, prevented Adam from throwing his brother in the dungeon and setting armed aggression to Leòdhas agus na Hearadh .
Was Adam too soft, as Eamonn had commented on several times… or was it the optimist in him? Could he turn the secession of Lewis-Harris into an adavantage? These and more plagued him for the last two days…
If you asked 100 people whom they thought was the most evil man who ever lived, the majority of them in the Nations would give the title to Lord William Maubrey. Through murder of family, imprisonment of opponents, and the destruction of towns without hesitation, earned him the distinction by being Skye’s most documented oppressor. In his dreams past, Adam had seen the Bull facing the Griffin on a field of battle… and that dream eventually came to fruition between he and his Father. But he had no dreams of James… and he took that at good faith.
Is evil hereditary? How does one become evil? Adam would decree that behavior is both nature and nurture - people born into criminal families do not have to become criminals, it is a choice. He would explain that sometimes there is no background reasoning…. power and control and the pleasure to inflict pain and fear - for their own personal enjoyment...
Most people, who use manipulation, deceit, and the infliction of injury, pain, and fear, do so upon others as a form of power and control. They require this power to feel in control of their own lives, to feel bigger and better than everyone else, to be able to control other people and make them do what they want.
Adam would further state… “You can come from an evil family, but it does not necessarily mean you CAN be influenced; it reduces free-will and choice to dust, but It really does depend on individual character and education - I do not think we are 'born' without a conscience, we 'choose' to ignore it - and like Socrates, I believe those who are 'evil' are merely ignorant.”
This is how Adam would describe his brother… being both of them from the same father, and different mothers.
James returned to Stornoway after planting the seed… He had met his brother… finally after all the years. It was only a few days after their return that he asked Beka to send for Albert. To her surprise, James wanted his family together… In his own mind, he would legitimize Albert as his son… and her, his wife… for publically, and illegally, they were already married… but he had decided to make it official and legal. That next night, they had a secret ceremony, with just him, her, and the priest and one witness, a man James trusted with his life.
In the days that followed, seeing Albert lying in the small bed or playing in the room, he had decided to forego all that his Father had taught him… and use what he had learned, and gained, on his own… Sitting in his office, he wrote in his journal. “Upon my trip to Turas Lan, I saw many who would just have spit at me than speak to me… I found that my brother is a good man, popular, forthright… and he has a country that bows down gladly… I, I am to force people to their knees…”
Was James considering his brother’s path was more profitable than his Father’s? He continues to write… “Father was despised… considered evil… but Adam is loved… Have I set my path upon a foundation of sand, or into a briar patch? Do I have a bad reputation? Perhaps the phrase conjures up visions of dueling in the arena, but the fact remains that a bad reputation is not to be taken lightly. Shall I put Beka and Albert in harm’s way to gain what my Father task me with so many years ago?” he dipped the quill into the well… just as Beka escorted Albert into his room.
Further more, he writes... “Love? What is this strange thing that Beka feels for me? Is it love? For if it is, then I lavish it… she accepts me for how I am now. What if I seek another path… To associate myself with men of good quality?” he pauses again looking at the flickering candle, returning the quill to its residence.
It was then that Beka entered the room… and James blew on the wet ink… then closed the book. “Is Albert ready to be tucked in?”
"All ready, Da!" Two and a half year old Albert slipped from holding Rebbeka's hand and ran full force ahead to James, little bare feet padding along the flooring, with his little arms held out wide and nightshirt billowing like a sail. "Pick me up. Pwease." He had Beka's light blond hair and smiled as often as she did, but the boy already resembled James, especially to the eyes, true Maubrey sea-green eyes. The child was glad to see du'Chere from the first he met his father. In that, Albert had copied how little Loomis greeted his dad Clovis, after a long separation. "Will you tell me a story about horses?"
James picked up his son, and held him high in the air… just as he did everytime he picked him up. “One day, yu shall be too big for me to pick up… maybe I shall have yu pick ME up…” then he drew the lad in close and kissed his cheek. He nodded to the nanny letting her know she could retire as well.
At the far doorway, middle-aged Nanette, the nanny, waited, so proud how pure was the child's French language accent. She faded away, off to her room for the night.
"I should like a story about horses, as well." Rebbeka stood close enough that Albert could wrap an arm about each of his parents. To Beka, how they came to this point in life, she did not think about. Legally married and the child heir to both of their fortunes and James' title, was beyond her dreams. Were they shopkeepers, she would be as happy with their little family. James was her strength, her leader and she would follow him anywhere.
He canted his head around Albert and looked at his wife. “Oh really, MiLady…” he teased as she neared and the lad pulled her into a hug as well.
"Family hug!" Another thing Loomis taught the little boy how to be affectionate to his family. The three of them walked to the boy's room to begin the evening tuck-in routine. A story, a prayer, and lots of laughing with the blanket tucked under Albert's chin, it ended with good-night kisses from his parents. They gave their child what neither of them had and the little child showed them both the way.
James laughed at Albert and the three hugged one another. James told his son a short story about horses… and then added more adult story with coded words, a child of 2 ½, would not understand. A smile, a kiss upon the forehead, and he tucked the blanket under the lad’s chin. He stood at the doorway and watched Beka bend and kiss their son… and sea-green eyes sparkled in the dimlit candle.
Previously that day in Turas Lan, Parliament had convened and the King attended a session based upon two new incentives…a new taxation office and the secession of Lewis-Harris. The first item on the agenda was the new tax office that would pass with ease. The rest of the morning, Adam would sit upon the throne listening to debates over the good and bad side of the Isle’s secession. James had selected a fine orator to represent him in session, but Adam had wished he had summoned his brother. Listening and comprehending, Adam said nothing during the whole debate.
The debate was heated. Men attacked one another with passion volleys on the subject of Lewis-Harris, not knowing that the words in Parliment reached the ears of the Queen who was being enertained in Struan on behalf of the coronation. The orator's words were delivered on parchment to Beathag by the hand of her personal scribe, Gwylliam ap Brecon. She yearned for words from Adam's hand, but knew they would not come.
In some ways, she would still need retain her wit to practice equal rule. He kept talk of the Maubrey away from her. Did he not know that she would admit her wrong of the Lady Anywn, now gone by her true name of Eryn, or of her man Jontathon? Both of them had been on Maubrey's right hand, and now both were free to live their lives devoid of him. It was not the name she distrusted, nor all things that were of Maubrey origin for she could never detest the woman who had loved her as much as her own son, nor the fact it was Davina that bore Adam with Maubrey as a sire.
"It looks as if the session may be a close truth."
"Aye, m'lady, it looked that way on the floor."
"Ye will send me anymore word o' it. Give the King m'love and the missing of his presence, n' bestow m'love, affections, and the gifts of Struan upon the children and him."
"Of the parliment?"
"Ah will tell him wot Ah know when next he is seen. Take yer leave."
For this task, the Welshman served not only as the hand her penned the news, but the one who delivered it. He stayed only long enough to perform his duty, refresh his horse, and partake of water before beginning the ride back to the city where no one would miss him.
She stood on the balcony of her suite, watching from Dun Durroch his depature. What he didn't know was that he took all of his musings with her. Did she detest what was Maubrey? No, she feared certain aspects. The mind of such men were seducing, brilliant things. All of them that were Maubrey had this mind, it was only to what way the mind was bent - this the trick - that mattered. William Maubrey murdered for his greater glory and went unpunished for years, seducing those he had murdered before hand in some way or another. Her mother was not fooled, but pulled headlong into the mystery he made. Davina, her father, her sisters were in the way of a great prize. England, too, fell at the altar of his genius! It was the same hell-bent precision working behind the eyes of sea-green that had nearly sent her rising out of her chair, and screaming from the room. It was enough to stop blood!
What was he telling Lewis-Harris, similar to the poison his father had fed him? What had he done to make what he had possible where it shouldn't be? The answer was one she may never wish to know but was destined to discover. Hands pressed against the top of the railing as she considered Adam's former duty as Protector of Scotland, as its Lion under Robert Bruce. Had not she thought it made to bring to the fold other nations who should stand as soveriegn, but not them as the sovereigns? His mind danced on epic floors made of warrior designs when he took England, and she had once spoken with the former Advisor in fear that she might lose him to his ambition no matter how good it was. This was the difference. Adam was good, his ends moving toward just means. James was opposite, wasn't he?
The Gaelic Nations, governed under the freedoms established by the King, is a sanctuary for people fleeing oppression. Dissidents, troublemakers, radicals, the founders have been labeled many things. They are those who took a stand against tyranny and injustice; those who spoke out against inequality, often in the face of intimidation. Considered as enemies of the state, they formed a new realm – a haven where their voices would not be silenced.
Skye holds the promise of political, religious, and cultural freedom – and the opportunity to increase one’s own standing based upon the drive and motivation of one’s self. The magnet for professionals as well as the less skilled is the chance to earn higher wages and maintain a better standard of living than was possible in their old country…
Thus, little is more surprising than the decision to migrate… the accumulation of emotions and thoughts which finally leads a family to say farewell to a district where it has lived for centuries, to abandon old ties and familiar landmarks, and to sail across dark seas to a strange land … There were probably as many reasons for coming to Skye as there were people who came... Yet it can be said that three large forces – Celtic persecution, English oppression, and freedom, provided the chief motives for the mass migrations to Skye’ shores.
James Maubrey, also known as James du’Chere, a man who believed that the leaders of a revolution are usually those who have been able to profit by the cultural advantages of the system they are attacking, and the Gaelic Revolution was no exception to this rule.
James learned military tactics, sophisticated speaking and writing techniques, and leadership throughout his life under his Father… traits that later were crucial to his successes in leading Lewis-Harris to independence. A deceitful and dishonest man, who now controlled a rich vibrant land, whose economy is bolstering from the call of the Gaelic Renaissance.
Was James a result of Adam’s call for the Gaelic Renaissance? One thing he had learned from his Father… and his time at Court as a Frenchman, was although aristocrats were always eager to keep the nobility an exclusive club, King Philip saw power to create new aristocrats as a highly effective tool for maintaining the loyalty of his nobles, and putting more able commoners into positions of power. He related the Celtic King… his brother Adam… similar to King Philip.
But, James knew there can be only one man at the top. While it was difficult to depose a king, and grab the crown for oneself, it was possible for a mere noble to become a great noble, a magnate. There were two ways to do this… one, by taking from the king or your fellow nobles, or two, by becoming an invaluable servant of your king. He knew fighting other nobles, and especially the King, was usually a losing proposition. But a grateful monarch would usually reward his faithful, and able, nobles with more land and titles. There was plenty of work to do, for many nobles took the other road, making war or scheming to take from the king and other nobles. As powerful as the king was, he could never do it himself. He needed allies, to deal with those who would not be allies. James was now one of those allies with King Philip and a close confident to several members of nobility at Court. This was his initital plan regarding the take-over of Lewis-Harris.
But….
What establishes a person’s identity? What changes this personal identity? A first-class revolt against the accepted Celtic order was certainly taking place during those early years of the Griffin reign, and it was one with which Adam Aberdeen had much to do with. The shock troops of the rebellion were not agitators, but the sons and daughters of well-to-do Celtic families, who knew little about freedom and cared distinctly less, and their defiance was expressed not in obscure radical writings or in soap-box speeches. Conservative men were still shivering at the Griffin menace when they awoke to the no less alarming government of freedom, and realized that if the land were not in danger, the chivalrous and feudal code of the country certainly was. James fell into opportunities that fit into the new Government.
Emotional processes are plainly relevant to moral change. One of the main drivers of moral change is human contact. When we associate with other people and share common goals, we extend to them our fondness. Increases in freedom, travel, and access to information as well as political and economic interdependence mean that we associate with many more people than our grandparents and even our parents. As our social circle widens, so does our moral circle. But the explanation of this contact theory is limited. Contact cannot explain the birth of new moral ideas, such as the value of freedom.
A person only changes for the better when he understands that something which he is doing is ‘bad’, when formerly he thought that it was ‘good’. If there were no connection between good and evil, a person could not reach this understanding. A person might turn to crime because it may be the only way that he can survive economically: survival is felt to be a ‘good’, and more important than social disharmony. Or a person may turn to organised crime as the only way to acquire power: power is felt to be a ‘good’, a ‘good’ which he cannot experience otherwise in his social circumstances. With the influences acquired from his Father, whom he idolized, he assumed he was doing the right thing. But the longer he was around Adam… and took in prospective of what he and his court were accomplishing, his thought process was beginning to waver. Change of character in a positive way, can only work if good and evil are related to each other, that is, if there is a connection between them. The connection between good and evil enables character change to occur, but it can occur in both directions. Badness can change into goodness, and goodness into badness.
James personality was like an unfinished painting. Factors influencing him were social and status changes, the death of his father, the birth of a son, and his marriage to a woman that seemed to fit the bill. Now James stood on the veranda of Dun Charlabhaigh Castle, the scroll from his brother Adam announcing his arrival to Stornoway in 10 days… Would the painting of his life add yet another layer of events? What he thought, and done, before, is not what he thinks, and does, now… but how could he convince his brother… and his sister-in-law that he no longer stood in the light of Lord William? In the shadows of the Maubrey curse?
What Adam wanted most was to befriend his half-brother… but the double nature of it, the symbolic taste of what it feels like to be two-sided. Unknowingly, the pair was split in a much more devastating way than psychology could ever reveal. Both were of the same Father, the despised and evil Lord William; but of different Mothers. Adam and James were the opposing brothers effectively acting as statement and counterpoint, to be played off against each other with differing degrees of intensity, as Lord William’s plan intended. Indeed, the brothers' are diametrically opposing extremes, yet Adam believed his brother had some good in him… possibly as he himself did with traits of Davina. He would research James’ mother, and see if possibly a gentler side of the man existed. This, and this alone, prevented Adam from throwing his brother in the dungeon and setting armed aggression to Leòdhas agus na Hearadh .
Was Adam too soft, as Eamonn had commented on several times… or was it the optimist in him? Could he turn the secession of Lewis-Harris into an adavantage? These and more plagued him for the last two days…
If you asked 100 people whom they thought was the most evil man who ever lived, the majority of them in the Nations would give the title to Lord William Maubrey. Through murder of family, imprisonment of opponents, and the destruction of towns without hesitation, earned him the distinction by being Skye’s most documented oppressor. In his dreams past, Adam had seen the Bull facing the Griffin on a field of battle… and that dream eventually came to fruition between he and his Father. But he had no dreams of James… and he took that at good faith.
Is evil hereditary? How does one become evil? Adam would decree that behavior is both nature and nurture - people born into criminal families do not have to become criminals, it is a choice. He would explain that sometimes there is no background reasoning…. power and control and the pleasure to inflict pain and fear - for their own personal enjoyment...
Most people, who use manipulation, deceit, and the infliction of injury, pain, and fear, do so upon others as a form of power and control. They require this power to feel in control of their own lives, to feel bigger and better than everyone else, to be able to control other people and make them do what they want.
Adam would further state… “You can come from an evil family, but it does not necessarily mean you CAN be influenced; it reduces free-will and choice to dust, but It really does depend on individual character and education - I do not think we are 'born' without a conscience, we 'choose' to ignore it - and like Socrates, I believe those who are 'evil' are merely ignorant.”
This is how Adam would describe his brother… being both of them from the same father, and different mothers.
James returned to Stornoway after planting the seed… He had met his brother… finally after all the years. It was only a few days after their return that he asked Beka to send for Albert. To her surprise, James wanted his family together… In his own mind, he would legitimize Albert as his son… and her, his wife… for publically, and illegally, they were already married… but he had decided to make it official and legal. That next night, they had a secret ceremony, with just him, her, and the priest and one witness, a man James trusted with his life.
In the days that followed, seeing Albert lying in the small bed or playing in the room, he had decided to forego all that his Father had taught him… and use what he had learned, and gained, on his own… Sitting in his office, he wrote in his journal. “Upon my trip to Turas Lan, I saw many who would just have spit at me than speak to me… I found that my brother is a good man, popular, forthright… and he has a country that bows down gladly… I, I am to force people to their knees…”
Was James considering his brother’s path was more profitable than his Father’s? He continues to write… “Father was despised… considered evil… but Adam is loved… Have I set my path upon a foundation of sand, or into a briar patch? Do I have a bad reputation? Perhaps the phrase conjures up visions of dueling in the arena, but the fact remains that a bad reputation is not to be taken lightly. Shall I put Beka and Albert in harm’s way to gain what my Father task me with so many years ago?” he dipped the quill into the well… just as Beka escorted Albert into his room.
Further more, he writes... “Love? What is this strange thing that Beka feels for me? Is it love? For if it is, then I lavish it… she accepts me for how I am now. What if I seek another path… To associate myself with men of good quality?” he pauses again looking at the flickering candle, returning the quill to its residence.
It was then that Beka entered the room… and James blew on the wet ink… then closed the book. “Is Albert ready to be tucked in?”
"All ready, Da!" Two and a half year old Albert slipped from holding Rebbeka's hand and ran full force ahead to James, little bare feet padding along the flooring, with his little arms held out wide and nightshirt billowing like a sail. "Pick me up. Pwease." He had Beka's light blond hair and smiled as often as she did, but the boy already resembled James, especially to the eyes, true Maubrey sea-green eyes. The child was glad to see du'Chere from the first he met his father. In that, Albert had copied how little Loomis greeted his dad Clovis, after a long separation. "Will you tell me a story about horses?"
James picked up his son, and held him high in the air… just as he did everytime he picked him up. “One day, yu shall be too big for me to pick up… maybe I shall have yu pick ME up…” then he drew the lad in close and kissed his cheek. He nodded to the nanny letting her know she could retire as well.
At the far doorway, middle-aged Nanette, the nanny, waited, so proud how pure was the child's French language accent. She faded away, off to her room for the night.
"I should like a story about horses, as well." Rebbeka stood close enough that Albert could wrap an arm about each of his parents. To Beka, how they came to this point in life, she did not think about. Legally married and the child heir to both of their fortunes and James' title, was beyond her dreams. Were they shopkeepers, she would be as happy with their little family. James was her strength, her leader and she would follow him anywhere.
He canted his head around Albert and looked at his wife. “Oh really, MiLady…” he teased as she neared and the lad pulled her into a hug as well.
"Family hug!" Another thing Loomis taught the little boy how to be affectionate to his family. The three of them walked to the boy's room to begin the evening tuck-in routine. A story, a prayer, and lots of laughing with the blanket tucked under Albert's chin, it ended with good-night kisses from his parents. They gave their child what neither of them had and the little child showed them both the way.
James laughed at Albert and the three hugged one another. James told his son a short story about horses… and then added more adult story with coded words, a child of 2 ½, would not understand. A smile, a kiss upon the forehead, and he tucked the blanket under the lad’s chin. He stood at the doorway and watched Beka bend and kiss their son… and sea-green eyes sparkled in the dimlit candle.
Previously that day in Turas Lan, Parliament had convened and the King attended a session based upon two new incentives…a new taxation office and the secession of Lewis-Harris. The first item on the agenda was the new tax office that would pass with ease. The rest of the morning, Adam would sit upon the throne listening to debates over the good and bad side of the Isle’s secession. James had selected a fine orator to represent him in session, but Adam had wished he had summoned his brother. Listening and comprehending, Adam said nothing during the whole debate.
The debate was heated. Men attacked one another with passion volleys on the subject of Lewis-Harris, not knowing that the words in Parliment reached the ears of the Queen who was being enertained in Struan on behalf of the coronation. The orator's words were delivered on parchment to Beathag by the hand of her personal scribe, Gwylliam ap Brecon. She yearned for words from Adam's hand, but knew they would not come.
In some ways, she would still need retain her wit to practice equal rule. He kept talk of the Maubrey away from her. Did he not know that she would admit her wrong of the Lady Anywn, now gone by her true name of Eryn, or of her man Jontathon? Both of them had been on Maubrey's right hand, and now both were free to live their lives devoid of him. It was not the name she distrusted, nor all things that were of Maubrey origin for she could never detest the woman who had loved her as much as her own son, nor the fact it was Davina that bore Adam with Maubrey as a sire.
"It looks as if the session may be a close truth."
"Aye, m'lady, it looked that way on the floor."
"Ye will send me anymore word o' it. Give the King m'love and the missing of his presence, n' bestow m'love, affections, and the gifts of Struan upon the children and him."
"Of the parliment?"
"Ah will tell him wot Ah know when next he is seen. Take yer leave."
For this task, the Welshman served not only as the hand her penned the news, but the one who delivered it. He stayed only long enough to perform his duty, refresh his horse, and partake of water before beginning the ride back to the city where no one would miss him.
She stood on the balcony of her suite, watching from Dun Durroch his depature. What he didn't know was that he took all of his musings with her. Did she detest what was Maubrey? No, she feared certain aspects. The mind of such men were seducing, brilliant things. All of them that were Maubrey had this mind, it was only to what way the mind was bent - this the trick - that mattered. William Maubrey murdered for his greater glory and went unpunished for years, seducing those he had murdered before hand in some way or another. Her mother was not fooled, but pulled headlong into the mystery he made. Davina, her father, her sisters were in the way of a great prize. England, too, fell at the altar of his genius! It was the same hell-bent precision working behind the eyes of sea-green that had nearly sent her rising out of her chair, and screaming from the room. It was enough to stop blood!
What was he telling Lewis-Harris, similar to the poison his father had fed him? What had he done to make what he had possible where it shouldn't be? The answer was one she may never wish to know but was destined to discover. Hands pressed against the top of the railing as she considered Adam's former duty as Protector of Scotland, as its Lion under Robert Bruce. Had not she thought it made to bring to the fold other nations who should stand as soveriegn, but not them as the sovereigns? His mind danced on epic floors made of warrior designs when he took England, and she had once spoken with the former Advisor in fear that she might lose him to his ambition no matter how good it was. This was the difference. Adam was good, his ends moving toward just means. James was opposite, wasn't he?
The Gaelic Nations, governed under the freedoms established by the King, is a sanctuary for people fleeing oppression. Dissidents, troublemakers, radicals, the founders have been labeled many things. They are those who took a stand against tyranny and injustice; those who spoke out against inequality, often in the face of intimidation. Considered as enemies of the state, they formed a new realm – a haven where their voices would not be silenced.
Skye holds the promise of political, religious, and cultural freedom – and the opportunity to increase one’s own standing based upon the drive and motivation of one’s self. The magnet for professionals as well as the less skilled is the chance to earn higher wages and maintain a better standard of living than was possible in their old country…
Thus, little is more surprising than the decision to migrate… the accumulation of emotions and thoughts which finally leads a family to say farewell to a district where it has lived for centuries, to abandon old ties and familiar landmarks, and to sail across dark seas to a strange land … There were probably as many reasons for coming to Skye as there were people who came... Yet it can be said that three large forces – Celtic persecution, English oppression, and freedom, provided the chief motives for the mass migrations to Skye’ shores.
James Maubrey, also known as James du’Chere, a man who believed that the leaders of a revolution are usually those who have been able to profit by the cultural advantages of the system they are attacking, and the Gaelic Revolution was no exception to this rule.
James learned military tactics, sophisticated speaking and writing techniques, and leadership throughout his life under his Father… traits that later were crucial to his successes in leading Lewis-Harris to independence. A deceitful and dishonest man, who now controlled a rich vibrant land, whose economy is bolstering from the call of the Gaelic Renaissance.
Was James a result of Adam’s call for the Gaelic Renaissance? One thing he had learned from his Father… and his time at Court as a Frenchman, was although aristocrats were always eager to keep the nobility an exclusive club, King Philip saw power to create new aristocrats as a highly effective tool for maintaining the loyalty of his nobles, and putting more able commoners into positions of power. He related the Celtic King… his brother Adam… similar to King Philip.
But, James knew there can be only one man at the top. While it was difficult to depose a king, and grab the crown for oneself, it was possible for a mere noble to become a great noble, a magnate. There were two ways to do this… one, by taking from the king or your fellow nobles, or two, by becoming an invaluable servant of your king. He knew fighting other nobles, and especially the King, was usually a losing proposition. But a grateful monarch would usually reward his faithful, and able, nobles with more land and titles. There was plenty of work to do, for many nobles took the other road, making war or scheming to take from the king and other nobles. As powerful as the king was, he could never do it himself. He needed allies, to deal with those who would not be allies. James was now one of those allies with King Philip and a close confident to several members of nobility at Court. This was his initital plan regarding the take-over of Lewis-Harris.
But….
What establishes a person’s identity? What changes this personal identity? A first-class revolt against the accepted Celtic order was certainly taking place during those early years of the Griffin reign, and it was one with which Adam Aberdeen had much to do with. The shock troops of the rebellion were not agitators, but the sons and daughters of well-to-do Celtic families, who knew little about freedom and cared distinctly less, and their defiance was expressed not in obscure radical writings or in soap-box speeches. Conservative men were still shivering at the Griffin menace when they awoke to the no less alarming government of freedom, and realized that if the land were not in danger, the chivalrous and feudal code of the country certainly was. James fell into opportunities that fit into the new Government.
Emotional processes are plainly relevant to moral change. One of the main drivers of moral change is human contact. When we associate with other people and share common goals, we extend to them our fondness. Increases in freedom, travel, and access to information as well as political and economic interdependence mean that we associate with many more people than our grandparents and even our parents. As our social circle widens, so does our moral circle. But the explanation of this contact theory is limited. Contact cannot explain the birth of new moral ideas, such as the value of freedom.
A person only changes for the better when he understands that something which he is doing is ‘bad’, when formerly he thought that it was ‘good’. If there were no connection between good and evil, a person could not reach this understanding. A person might turn to crime because it may be the only way that he can survive economically: survival is felt to be a ‘good’, and more important than social disharmony. Or a person may turn to organised crime as the only way to acquire power: power is felt to be a ‘good’, a ‘good’ which he cannot experience otherwise in his social circumstances. With the influences acquired from his Father, whom he idolized, he assumed he was doing the right thing. But the longer he was around Adam… and took in prospective of what he and his court were accomplishing, his thought process was beginning to waver. Change of character in a positive way, can only work if good and evil are related to each other, that is, if there is a connection between them. The connection between good and evil enables character change to occur, but it can occur in both directions. Badness can change into goodness, and goodness into badness.
James personality was like an unfinished painting. Factors influencing him were social and status changes, the death of his father, the birth of a son, and his marriage to a woman that seemed to fit the bill. Now James stood on the veranda of Dun Charlabhaigh Castle, the scroll from his brother Adam announcing his arrival to Stornoway in 10 days… Would the painting of his life add yet another layer of events? What he thought, and done, before, is not what he thinks, and does, now… but how could he convince his brother… and his sister-in-law that he no longer stood in the light of Lord William? In the shadows of the Maubrey curse?