Two, no less, and me still a lad that should be at the college," said I."But yet, in the look-back, I take no shame for it." "But how did you feel, then--after it ?" she asked.
"'Deed, I sat down and grat like a bairn," said I.
"I know that, too," she cried.

"I feel where these tears should come from.

And at any rate, I would not wish to kill, only to be Catherine Douglas that put her arm through the staples of the bolt, where it was broken.

That is my chief hero.

Would you not love to die so--for your king ?" she asked.
"Troth," said I, "my affection for my king, God bless the puggy face of him, is under more control; and I thought I saw death so near to me this day already, that I am rather taken up with the notion of living." "Right," she said, "the right mind of a man! Only you must learn arms; I would not like to have a friend that cannot strike.