An Irishman in Scotland's wars against the Covenanters tells the romantic story of the two girls he and his buddy rescued and of their fates. Somehow, no matter how many stories one reads of the always confusing struggles for the rights of the exiled prince, of the strife of Highlander against Highlander, and Highlander against Lowlander, of Montrose and Graham of Claverhouse and the rest of them, the purpose of it all never seems quite clean cut, but the glamour of it seldom fades. There is perhaps too much of battle -- though Walsh tells of struggle preeminently -- and not enough of romance, but the story of the girl rescued from the stocks of Aberdeen, and the well-born lady rescued from the tower where her father held her to force her marriage with one she did not love, is implicit with more of romance than is told. They both loved the Irishman, but he scarcely realized it, nor realized where his love and where his loyalty were placed, until Fate brought a hand. Not a wholly satisfying story, but Maurice Walsh has a way with him.