Further resistance would be madness; you have done too much harm already.

I promise you your life if you will make no further resistance." "Then, lady," Archie replied, handing his sword to her, "I willingly yield myself your prisoner, and thank you for saving my life from the hands of your savage followers." The young lady touched the hilt of his sword, and motioned him to replace it in its scabbard.
"You must accompany me," she said, "to the abode of my uncle Alexander MacDougall.

I would," she continued, as, with Archie walking beside her palfrey, while the Highlanders, with sullen looks, kept close behind, muttering angrily to themselves at having been cheated by the young lady of their vengeance upon the man who had slain four of their number, "that I could set you at liberty, but my authority over my uncle's clansmen does not extend so far; and did I bid them let you go free they would assuredly disobey me.

You are, as I can see by your attire, one of the Bruce's followers, for no other knight could be found wandering alone through these woods." "Yes, lady," Archie said, "I am Sir Archibald Forbes, one of the few followers of the King of Scotland." The lady gave a sudden start when Archie mentioned his name, and for some little time did not speak again.
"I would," she said at last in a low voice, "that you had been any other, seeing that Alexander MacDougall has a double cause of enmity against you--firstly, as being a follower of Bruce, who slew his kinsman Comyn, and who has done but lately great harm to himself and his clansmen; secondly, as having dispossessed Allan Kerr, who is also his relative, of his lands and castle.

My uncle is a man of violent passions, and"-- she hesitated.
"And he may not, you think," Archie went on, "respect your promise for my life.