Unsung Heroes

How might you feel if you had given your life in the service of your country but been passed over by other souls with grander stories: whose lives were now remembered with statues and legends embossed by tales of courage and daring?

Scotland has many such heroes. I pondered upon this as I climbed the mound of Ormond Castle on the Black Isle, home to the family of Sir Andrew Murray (de Moray), twice-honoured as a Guardian of Scotland.



On this gentleman’s behalf, I felt a strange mix of compassion and sadness for he (and his father) had played pivotal roles in the country’s fight for independence.

With only seabirds for company, I admired the view down to the village and sea below. Now the castle is long gone, but echoes of the past continue to hover over this northern eerie.DSC07994


Buffeted by a brisk wind, a flag marks the place where Sir Andrew Murray senior, put out a call to arms. I imagined the cheers of his men and fear on the face of his pregnant wife. He had been captured after the disastrous battle at Dunbar, when Longshanks’ army poured over the border. Along with many others, his own father had been taken to the Tower while he was transported to Chester. Somehow he escaped and made his way back to his home. He had a lot to live for and a lot to lose. With his men, he raided Loch Ness and Urquhart Castle before joining up with William Wallace, overcoming an English host at the Battle of Stirling in 1297. Wallace went onto greatness but Murray is believed to have perished from his wounds.DSC07988

With such a pedigree, his son also achieved much in his short lifetime. Born posthumously into a war-torn country, young Andrew Murray was taken prisoner when only five years old and spent his youth in England. What happened to him there is a matter of conjecture, but he was not released until the prisoner exchanges after the battle of Bannockburn in 1315.

How do you come back from such a start in life? A childhood spent in England was meant to mould the children of rebels into English citizens, the aim of the king no doubt. But for some, like Andrew, their spirits remained unbroken and true to their homeland; a huge effort of will, which must have had its share of danger.

Upon his return, he regained the hereditary lordships of Avoch and Petty and became a trusted supporter of Robert the Bruce. Such loyalty was rewarded with other lands in the north and south of Scotland, and the prestigious hand of the king’s sister, Christina. Some of you will know her as Kirsty (the informal version of Christina) in my novel, Sisters of The Bruce. That Kirsty was twenty years his senior is intriguing. Perhaps his time as a key figure in the north, where she also had lands, and his position as the commander of Kildrummy Castle led to a deepening of their relationship. There were shared experiences as well in that they had both been imprisoned in England for many years.

Just before his death in 1329, King Robert achieved what he had striven for – an independent Scotland, free from oppression. Peace was short lived.

Edward Balliol, son of the former king whom Longshanks had stripped of his power, returned from exile in France and with the support of Edward III was making military forays into Scotland. Robert had left behind an heir, five year old David, and the country was placed in the hands of political and military guardians.

The following year in 1330, one of Robert’s key lieutenants, Sir James Douglas, was killed in Spain taking his king’s heart on crusade. Sir Thomas Randolph rose to the challenge as Scotland’s supreme leader but died suddenly in 1332. By this time, Kirsty’s son, Donald of Mar, had returned from England, and became Guardian. He was killed at the Battle of Dupplin Moor in the August of 1332.

Balliol assumed kingship. In return for Edward III’s financial and military aid, England would gain control of the border lands. Scotland’s fortunes were at low ebb as the country once again plunged into civil war.

The supporters of Robert’s son – the child king, David – rallied their forces against Balliol. As the newly-elected Guardian, Sir Andrew Murray, led an assault on Roxburgh Castle but was captured in the process. Cognizant of his status, he refused to be the prisoner of anyone other than England’s king. He had the mettle to stand up to his captors and was handed over to Edward III at Durham.


Another period of imprisonment followed. No doubt it saved the Lord of Avoch’s life. Towards the end of 1333, a battle took place just outside the town of Berwick. That day, Halidon Hill ran red with the blood of pro-Bruce supporters as English long bowmen plied their deadly trade. Many earls and leaders of the rebellion against Balliol died including Hugh Ross and Archibald Douglas, the then Guardian.

It was not until 1334, that Andrew was released. Once again he returned to Scotland. Once again he was elected Guardian, raising opposition to Balliol, attacking and besieging his supporters in their castles.

In 1335, pro-Bruce supporters held a parliament. It must have been a fiery affair for opinions were divided. Believing all was lost, some of the magnates decided to surrender to Balliol but not Murray: he and others, went into hiding.

When David de Strathbogie, a longtime enemy of the Bruce family, laid siege to Kildrummy Castle, Murray mobilized a force of a thousand men and rode to deliver his wife and children.


It was during this siege that we see Kirsty, once again, come into her own as she held the castle until her husband arrived. It must have been a frightening prospect – the outlook grim indeed for all within if it was taken, or the alternative, enduring months of starvation until resources petered out. She did not falter. Her courage was rewarded. Andrew’s force arrived and led the besiegers away to Culblean. The confrontation was bloody and decisive. Strathbogie and many of his men died that bleak November day in 1335.

This was a turning point. Balliol’s attempts to consolidate his kingship continued to waver though peace was still a very, very long way off. The infant king, David, and his wife, Joan – sister to Edward III, were evacuated to France where they remained for seven years. As a young teen , King David II returned to take up the cause but was captured at the Battle of Neville’s Cross. He spent years in imprisonment before a costly ransom was finally paid for his release by the people of Scotland.

I would like to be able to say that Andrew and Kirsty lived happily ever after but…

My eyes strayed over the grassy mound of Avoch. So much had happened here. I imagined Sir Andrew Murray brought home on a litter, just a few short years after the battle at Culblean, weakened by injury or illness, the toll of  a warrior’s life. I hoped Kirsty might have been with him when he died, and that she was there when he was buried in nearby Fortrose – a young man by our standards; he was not yet 40.

Many years later, his body was re-interred at Dunfermline Abbey to lie beside many of the kings and queens of Scotland; a quiet accolade for a little known hero.


The ruins of Fortrose Cathedral