The Marquess of Montrose. James Graham. He was a deserter. He hung a traitor. They say “whoever has the cheek to turn on a cause, it is the Marquess of Montrose, you canny trust him.” But the clan system meant you had clans fighting each other. Maybe the Marquess was simply holding up the system. For man can not be trusted. It’s true that trust in the system will deliver love. Without reform, the church will only be a forgotten institution.
Its need to be updated will tempt and lure the sceptic’s mind, as it does religion.
We need the Marquess. To show us the bad, so to always do good.
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