The army breaks over him and he goes down.

Then JAMIE is standing over his father’s dead body.

The scene transforms into –

The Queen’s Room, Stirling, Coronation Day

JAMIE is looking at himself in the true mirror.

Then he is facing the ghost of his mother, MARGARET.

JAMIE. We needed you.

I can’t feel you when I pray.

I can’t see you. The mirror shows what’s really there. You’re not there.

I can’t feel you! Where are you? Where are you?! Mum…!

Slowly MARGARET moves away. JAMIE breaks down.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I couldn’t forgive him. I killed him. I’m sorry.

MARGARET has gone.

JAMIE starts to tear off his clothes.

He picks up a spiked chain from the floor and starts to wind it round his body.

ANNABELLA enters.

ANNABELLA. What’s that?

JAMIE. What you wear next to your skin tells you what you are.

I’m a son who killed his father.

ANNABELLA. So is that what you’re wearing for your coronation?

JAMIE. Yes.

ANNABELLA considers him for a moment.

ANNABELLA. What about a shirt over it maybe?

She gets it. He lets her put it over his head.

Arms up… that’s the boy…

And something to keep you a bit warmer maybe?

She puts more clothes on him, coaxing him like a child.

And it is your coronation, maybe we should dress you up a wee bit, eh? You’re Scotland today after all… maybe some gold? What do you say?

She gets a box.

There’s only you and me who loved them enough to remember what they were, Jamie. If we don’t carry that out into the world, where will it go?

(Taking a ring out, admiring it.) Ah, this was my father’s ring. Your great-grandfather. He would have loved you. He was a poet.

Well, everyone knows that. You like the poetry, eh, Jamie?

She puts it on his finger.

Now… this was your great-grandmother’s. Queen Joan. She was like your mother. Came hundreds of miles to be here and never left. Part of you now. Dark and light together.

She puts another jewel on him.

And you love the hunt and the football, that’s my brother, your grandfather. We’ll give you his chain here. And this was your grandmother’s, oh, lovely Mary, a wee bit of France we’ll pin on you.

Does so.

You never heard a laugh like hers! She loved to laugh. You’ve got her smile I think.

You know what your mother gave you. We’ll give you a wee minding of her though, eh?

She puts one of MARGARET’s jewels on him.

And now you can wear your father’s crown. Now you’re Scotland.

JAMIE. I promised her I wouldn’t make war on him. I promised her I’d forgive him.

ANNABELLA. I know. But you didn’t.