The Redemption of Alexander Seaton

But I was not. An inspiration came to me; a gift from God in my mind: Sarah Forbes. ‘William, I think I may have an answer. We will talk on the road to the Old Town.’

He looked at me with curiosity but little optimism. ‘All right then, Alexander. I will see you after noon.’ And still with furrowed brow he took his hat and left on his morning’s business.

I spent the next few hours lost in wonder at the notebooks of James Cargill, William’s uncle. I had fancied – and I think Jaffray had too in the throes of his enthusiasm – that I would carry a small, neatly bound book back to Banff with me for the study of the doctor and the apothecary. The moment I stepped into William’s study I was disavowed of this notion. On the desk, Duncan had placed an old leather kist with a curved lid; beside it was a key. Duncan had been Dr Cargill’s servant before he had been William’s. I knew by the reverence with which he turned the key in the lock that these papers were to him a treasure more valuable than jewels. He opened the lid and let his hand rest briefly on a book on top, then moved aside for me.

‘The doctor’s most valuable books are in the Marischal College library now, but these papers have not been touched these thirteen years. Have a care of them.’

‘I will,’ I promised the old man, and, satisfied, he left.

I set to work immediately, lifting books or bundles out one at a time and trying to put them in order. There was no index, no catalogue, and indeed no apparent order in which the items had been set in the chest. At length I fixed on chronology as my best means of arranging the items and after some little time had the notebooks and bundles of letters and papers set out before me in the order they had been written. Jaffray had suggested that the colchicum would be most likely to have been sketched at the time of Cargill’s residence at Montbéliard. Consequently, I began with the first of his notebooks from 1596. The work was meticulous – the hand a fine italic and the abbreviations precise. The drawings were as detailed and careful and exact as any artist might have done, the colours rendered in words as well as Jamesone could have rendered them in paint. Not all was in Latin – true, the scientific and geographical detail was in clear and exact academic language – but much of what accompanied it was written in the Scots tongue. Had I not been engaged on such pressing and important work, I could have spent many contented hours reading through the journals of the student days abroad of James Cargill. I resolved that once I had found what I was looking for, I would ask William to allow me to take three or four of the notebooks back to Banff.

It was towards the end of the third book that I found it at last: colchicum mortis, the plant that brought death. Cargill had sketched and labelled every aspect of it from seed to petal. Every detail of every part of the plant was drawn with what could only have been a very great effort at accuracy, and the moment I saw the sketch, colourless though it was, of the plant in flower, I knew I had seen it before. I had seen its globe-like head, large and yet delicate above its narrow, dark, strap-like leaves. The description in Scots given by Cargill of its colour was perfect. ‘The petals of the plant in flower,’ he wrote, ‘are like the pale grey blue of the winter sky over the northern sea after it has snowed.’ It was just that, exactly. And he wrote too of the terrible properties of this exquisite flower, the poison from its seeds that would send a man into convulsions before paralysing him; the certainty of death. He finished his account with, ‘Found only in the mountain passes between Basel and Montbéliard. Not known to be transported or to endure elsewhere. Dei Gratia.’ But Cargill’s God, like mine, had been minded to change his blessing, and the awful, beautiful plant had found a Scottish sanctuary and was growing somewhere in Banff. I knew, for I had seen it. I had seen it in the hand of a woman. But where, in whose hands, should every beat of my heart depend on it, I could not remember.