At last it came to this, that the young Wardour, that was Red-hand's son, challenged Misticot to fight with him in the lists as they ca'd them--that's no lists or tailor's runds and selvedges o' claith, but a palin'-thing they set up for them to fight in like game-cocks.

Aweel, Misticot was beaten, and at his brother's mercy--but he wadna touch his life, for the blood of Knockwinnock that was in baith their veins: so Malcolm was compelled to turn a monk, and he died soon after in the priory, of pure despite and vexation.

Naebody ever kenn'd whare his uncle the prior earded him, or what he did wi' his gowd and silver, for he stood on the right o' halie kirk, and wad gie nae account to onybody.

But the prophecy gat abroad in the country, that whenever Misticot's grave was fund out, the estate of Knockwinnock should be lost and won." "Ach! mine goot old friend, Maister Edie, and dat is not so very unlikely, if Sir Arthurs will quarrel wit his goot friends to please Mr.
Oldenbuck .-- And so you do tink dat dis golds and silvers belonged to goot Mr.Malcolm Mishdigoat ?" "Troth do I, Mr.Dousterdeevil." "And you do believe dat dere is more of dat sorts behind ?" "By my certie do I--How can it be otherwise ?--Search--No.

I--that is as muckle as to say, search and ye'll find number twa.