#ewen cameron

[chiropteracupola]

It was on this day in 1745 that a small gray lamb was born to a ewe on a hillside some miles from the town of Gant. This is of no significance to anyone but the lamb and the ewe and the shepherd, but history is made no less of small things that go on around the edges than it is of kings and battles and heresies.

- The Hidden Almanac for April 11, 2016

[cedarboots]

Quit yanking my chain

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[babypilled-pomegranate]

have decided to finally started reading the flight of the heron. how is keith so horny so quickly.

[verecunda]

Found this rather delightful image of Ewen and Keith crossing swords in the 1968 TV series. I think it must be some sort of publicity shot, rather than an actual still from the episode. For one thing, I don't remember that burn running by - and for another, poor Keith is so not looking that well-kempt by this stage of the proceedings!

[kigiom]

he ran in front of executioner's muskets for ewen. He Ran In Front Of Executioner's Muskets For Ewen.

[poppaeasabina]

Pondering a Flight of the Heron au: Five ways they never met. I've come up with four of them, including a Temeraire crossover, Keith-as-a-woman, kids, and at Versailles, and now I'm trying to think of a fifth. and also decide if Katherine Windham's husband is a canon character, or OC.

[sanguinarysanguinity]

From tgarnsl: heron husbands, kiss number 7

7. Unbreakable Kiss - The type of kiss that really shouldn’t be happening, it’s a mistake, but you just can’t find yourself able to pull away.

He [Ewen] held out his fettered hands, and Keith as he took them was hardly capable of speech. “I have failed in everything,” he muttered. “But your letter—I promise you it shall go by a safe hand. I . . . I . . .”

It was impossible that this young man should go to his death uncomforted. Perhaps if Ewen's attachment to Miss Grant had survived the war, Keith would have stayed himself in the hope that she would come to Carlisle before Ewen came to the scaffold. But Keith only saw a perishingly young man, brave and resolute but deeply shaken from having written what may well be his last words to his aunt. Keith, deeply shaken himself, had no words of comfort to give. He gave Ewen his kiss instead.

A press of lips against lips, Keith's heart brimming over with his pressing need to not abandon Ewen to his grief -- and then with a sob, the pressure of Ewen's lips became fiercer. With a clash of his chains, Ewen pulled Keith into an embrace. He buried his face against Keith's neck; his arms went around him, and Keith could feel both the clutching spread of his hands and the pitiless bands of iron against into his back. Keith held him with all the fierceness in him, his face pressed against Ewen's neck in return -- the neck that pulsed so strongly with Ewen's life; the neck that would all too soon be hanged and cleaved. Then Ewen pulled back, his chains again clashing as he moved, and Keith could not bear it: he caught those manacled wrists and pressed kisses to the bruised flesh. When Keith looked up, Ewen was watching him with naked grief on his face, his eyes full of tears -- and in his frenzy of emotion, Keith took Ewen's face in his hands and pulled it down so that he might kiss Ewen's eyes. Then Ewen's hands were on Keith's own face and they were kissing again, lips to lips.

Again, the unfeeling clash of iron upon iron -- this time, the gaoler's key in the lock. Keith knew he should pull away lest he be caught kissing a rebel destined for the scaffold, but he had already insulted Cumberland for Ewen Cameron's sake. His career lay in ashes, beyond help, but Ewen Cameron trembled in his arms, alive and for the moment whole, and Keith could not have separated from him had Cumberland himself ordered it.

It was Ewen who pulled back -- Ewen, who could not fail a friend nor a lover -- stood back and held Keith's hands in his, and looked at Keith with such pity in his face that Keith's soul howled with the injustice of it. "Thank you, Windham," he said quietly. "I shall remember your kindness, always."

Then the door of the cell creaked wide, and both the light and the gaoler came in, and there was nothing more that could be said. Nothing but, "Good-bye," and so Keith said it, looking into that grave, wan face, the word choking his throat.

Ewen pressed Keith's hands. “A straight path be before you, and a happy end to your journey.”

But there could be no happy end for him, not with Ewen Cameron dead. "May God bless you and keep you," Keith said, meaning the words with a fervency that he had never before felt. Then he tore his hands away and flung himself up the stairs and into the passage. He stood there with Ewen's kiss on his lips, and the iron-bound door clanged behind him, closing on his last meeting with Ewen Cameron.

[lacnunga]

two trees etc

[sailorpants]

the things we do (sleep in all our winter gear) for politics…

[acrossthewavesoftime]

A recent, Flight of the Heron-adjacent find: A letter by Sophie von Hannover to her brother, the Elector Palatine, written at Humlingen, 18 April 1659.

She describes how she does not participate in stag hunts and

"only go out in a calash to watch the heron fly."

In a little less than a century, Ewen Cameron and his clan will rise against her grandson, George II, in the name of Charles Edward Stuart, grandson of the deposed James II-- who never ceased to write to Sophie, and considered her as a strong, Protestant ally to his cause, as this letter from the famed Liselotte, Duchess of Orléans, to her aunt Sophie exemplifies:

"Oh, for that she has always loved me."

Little did James know that Sophie was on splendid terms with both her "very affectionate cousin, William R." and the former king's daughter Queen Mary, for whom Sophie became a confidant to whom she opened up about her social anxiety and loneliness in the absence of her husband.

One wonders if to her if the heron she enjoyed observing almost exactly a year before the birth of the son who would cement the Hanovarian succession in Britain, had a similar meaning as it had to Ewen and Keith; three of her six sons died in battle.

[immaculatasknight]

Scientific genocide

[chiropteracupola]

Safe at home.

[iamthemaestro]

I can’t believe the scottish highlands exist and I’m just here

[verecunda]

Three-sentence prompt: Keith and Ewen, wildcat.

Yay, thank you! :D

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Once, when he was a boy, Ewen's dog had cornered a wildcat upon the moors: a magnificent beast, which had arched its back and shown its teeth, hissing and spitting, and fetching the poor hound a great weal across his nose with its claws, so that he had turned tail with a yelp and fled.

It was this same wildcat which came into Ewen's mind when he first faced the English officer on Loch Oich side. Beneath the formality of his red coat, the man showed the same fierce, splendid spirit of defiance - a spirit which would not have shamed a Highlander, far less an Englishman - so that Ewen's heart warmed to him at once, even before they crossed swords. Three sentence ficathon!

[probablyasocialecologist]

Hiring high-ranking Nazis to test new torture methods on prisoners was only the beginning, however. By 1953, CIA scientists like Schreiber and Sidney Gottlieb—the titular character of Stephen Kinzer’s book, Poisoner in Chief—had initiated a sprawling two-decade campaign of reckless human experimentation best known by the codename MK-ULTRA. A quixotic but well-funded hunt for truth serums, brainwashing drugs, and other mind control techniques, MK-ULTRA scientists subjected countless non-consenting and/or otherwise vulnerable people to powerful drugs and interrogation techniques. In spite of being subject to three separate government investigations, only a small fraction of the total program has been publicly disclosed since the CIA shredded nearly all relevant documents. What little we do know, however, is horrifying. With the help of OSS veteran and federal narcotics detective George Hunter White, Gottlieb maintained a network of domestic and international “safe houses” where he would administer LSD to unwitting and “expendable” subjects such as petty criminals and drug users. Sometimes, Gottlieb’s expendable subjects included other scientists, such as bacteriologist Frank Olson, who was dosed with LSD and allegedly murdered by CIA, supposedly because of fears that he would reveal America’s use of chemical and biological weapons (CBW). The Agency has had more than its share of CBW-use allegations beginning in this period, including the open-air testing of aerosolized biological agents in New York City and spreading whooping cough on the coast of Florida in 1955. MK-ULTRA research was also conducted at university laboratories, such as those of Harold Wolff and Louis Jolyon West at Cornell Medical College and the University of Oklahoma, or Donald Ewen Cameron at McGill University in Montreal. Between 1957 and 1963, Cameron used CIA money to develop psychological “depatterning” techniques on approximately one hundred patients. These techniques included placing patients in extended drug-induced comas, LSD dosing for months at a time, electro-shock treatments, and forcing patients to listen to recorded messages such as “my mother hates me” played on a loop. A multi-million dollar class action lawsuit against McGill, the Canadian government, and the Royal Victoria Hospital on behalf of Cameron’s victims and their families is currently underway. MK-ULTRA later found a home in existing networks set up by scientific institutions and universities in the USA and Canada.

[sanguinarysanguinity]

The Flight of the Heron (1968) Episode 2, Rebellion // Episode 8, Revenge