It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that
we are fighting, but for freedom--for that alone, which no
honest man gives up but with life itself.

Declaration of Arbroath (1320)

(From A Kingdom's Cost, book 1)

His hair was black, so I heard say
His limbs were finely made and long
His bones were large, his shoulders strong
His body was well-knit and slim
And so say those who set eyes on him,
When happy, charming was he,
And gentle and sweet in company,
But those who with him in battle saw

Another countenance he wore!

John Barbour (1375)

(From The Countenance of War, book 2)