Here he may say his pleasure; I shall not forget a tie which he seems to have forgotten.

But here is my Lord of March, who saw my followers flying before the clowns of Perth.

I can tell that earl that the followers of the Bloody Heart advance or retreat when their chieftain commands and the good of Scotland requires." "And I can answer--" exclaimed the equally proud Earl of March, his blood rushing into his face, when the King interrupted him.
"Peace! angry lords," said the King, "and remember in whose presence you stand.

And you, my Lord of Douglas, tell us, if you can, the cause of this mutiny, and why your followers, whose general good services we are most willing to acknowledge, were thus active in private brawl." "I obey, my lord," said Douglas, slightly stooping a head that seldom bent.

"I was passing from my lodgings in the Carthusian convent, through the High Street of Perth, with a few of my ordinary retinue, when I beheld some of the baser sort of citizens crowding around the Cross, against which there was nailed this placard, and that which accompanies it." He took from a pocket in the bosom of his buff coat a human hand and a piece of parchment.