The Redemption of Alexander Seaton

‘It is nonsense, Alexander, and you must know it is. What? Because you took a girl to bed – and I have no doubt that is what is at the heart of the matter, but I will not press you on who she was – you have revealed yourself to be of the eternally damned? Well, if that be the case, my friend, you will find yourself the most feared man in the country, for why should you not now revel in your damnation? You are free now to murder, rape and rob without fear of further punishment in the afterlife since your course is already set.’

There was no disputing with Matthew when he was in this humour, so I did not attempt to. I only said, ‘I still have a conscience though, Matthew. I still know the law of God, and it binds me not to treat my fellow man with contempt in this life.’ Even as the words were in my mouth, the image of Patrick Davidson came again to my mind. ‘I shall try to do what I can in this world, come what might in the next.’

Matthew put down his tankard, pleased. ‘That is all I wanted to hear, Alexander. A lot of wailing and gnashing of teeth is a waste of an able man. Be mortified in your conscience if you must, but do not throw away the gifts God gave you because of it. There is a passage in Joel, is there not?’

John came to his assistance, ‘“And rend your heart, and not your garments, and turn unto the Lord your God: for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger and of great kindness, and repenteth him of the evil.”’ Sometimes it was too easy to forget that beneath Matthew’s bluster lay a simple but firm humanity. How could I ever have hoped to be a minister, when I was such a poor judge of even my own old friends?

A little before two our party broke up. A group of Huntly’s men arrived, bound for the South, and Matthew was to ride with them on the marquis’s business. William was returning home to Elizabeth for the afternoon. John and I walked over to the college together. He, who had always been gentle and diligent, knew he would never be a bishop. He had been a hard-working student and was a competent teacher, but he did not have the sharpness of mind needed to distinguish him from so many others. Yet John was not ambitious, and was content to study and to teach within the safety of the college. I had used to wonder at his lack of ambition, but now I believe I envied it.

We were soon at the entrance to the college, beneath the chapel’s great crown tower, symbol of our nation’s now slumbering imperial hopes. We went in under the gateway and John pointed out to me a door across the quadrangle where Dr Dun could be found. He embraced me again, and I promised that it would not be so long until we saw each other once more, then he hurried off to take his afternoon class.

I found myself a little nervous as I approached Dr Dun’s door. He would know little of me, I hoped, but I knew much of him. Principal of the Marischal College, he was Mediciner here at King’s as well, a friend and support to the bishop in his efforts to reform the college and stamp out abuses where they might be found. In addition to these already heavy responsibilities, he carried out a busy medical practice amongst the wealthy landed families in the countryside about. He was all that Jaffray might have been, had my old friend not been content to fight his daily fight against pain, malnourishment and disease in our own small town.

A student showed me to Dr Dun’s room, where I was greeted by a tall and spare-looking man of little more than forty. He dismissed the student and bade me sit down while he finished off the piece of work he was engaged upon. After a few moments he looked up. ‘Now, Mr Seaton, you are here on the matter of the bursaries?’

Thankful for the lack of preliminaries, I launched gratefully into my well-rehearsed speech. ‘I have a young scholar of great promise in Banff, who, through his mother, has a claim to one of Dr Liddel’s bursaries at the Marischal College. I know there may well be several boys competing for the benefit. I am anxious that he should not be disadvantaged through some want on my part. In particular, I would like to know the standard of Greek that is required of petitioners for the bursaries. My own scholars are at an elementary stage in their Greek studies, but I am confident that with extra tuition I might be able to make up any deficiency.’

Dun smiled broadly and put down the pipe he had been turning over in his hands. ‘Mr Seaton, if your scholars have any Greek at all, then they will be at no disadvantage against the town boys. We have, of course, excellent masters, but they have a great press of duties upon them and do not always attend to the school as much as might be required. Yet schooling is the most important work our kingdom has to offer. If we are to build the godly Commonwealth here in Scotland, schooling must be our foundation.’ I had heard this before, in many quarters, but Dun spoke with true conviction. If there were more such men the great project of our reformers might have a chance. He got up and lit his pipe from the fire. ‘Tell me, do you have another occupation, or aspirations, as well as your schoolmastering in Banff?’