"Aragh ye base varlet! I'll take ye legs and roast em fer me dinner!" With these brave words, Golice Macbane backed against the remnants of an enclosure wall. Lord Avochy had left him to raise the alarm if the forces inside made a move. When sections of the wall were torn down to let the dragoons loose, Golice prepared to defend his honor. With feet firmly planted, Macbane drew his claymore and dirk and engaged the enemy.
The British surrounded him in a semi-circular formation and began to fire their pistols at him. He was wounded many times yet still resisted. Several dragoons dismounted to gain a better position from which to attack the insolent Scot. He met them head on, separating one's head from his shoulders and splitting another from stem to stern. He continued to fight, heedless of the wounds the other dragoons had inflicted.
When the English commander saw his men huddled over something. He rode towards them. As he arrived, he was greeted by the sight of eleven of his best men lying dead on the ground and the twelfth falling before his eyes. And in the middle of all this carnage was one lone Highlander. Impressed by his bravery and prowess, the commander ordered his men to withdraw. They refused as the thirteenth of their number met his maker with an introduction from the clansman's sword.
However, it was a costly blow. A sword to the upper arm caused Golice to drop his claymore. Then the remaining dragoons fell upon him like dogs, taking brutal revenge for their thirteen fallen comrades. When they abated, the mutilated Jacobite was seen grinning with his hand gripped tightly around the handle of his dirk. Thus, fell Macbane, hero of Culloden, April 16, 1746.
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