"Is he not a splendid animal?
He was my master's favourite, and sooner than that his murderers should ride him I would cut the throat of the noble beast with my dagger; but he has a better mission in carrying the avenger of his master's blood.

And now farewell.

The rest is in your own hands.

May Heaven give you good fortune." So saying, the old man set down his lantern and left Malcolm alone.
The latter, after examining the saddle and bridle, and seeing that every buckle was firm and in its place, extinguished the light, and waited patiently for morning.

In two hours a faint light began to show itself.
Stronger and stronger it grew until it was broad day.