Thy death would grieve me, and my father and my mother and Ephraim"-- "I care not for thy father and mother and Ephraim!" MacLean began impetuously.

"But you do right to chide me.

Once I knew a green glen where maidens were fain when paused at their doors Angus, son of Hector, son of Lachlan, son of Murdoch, son of Angus that was named for Angus Mor, who was great-grandson of Hector of the Battles, who was son of Lachlan Lubanach! But here I am a landless man, with none to do me honor,--a wretch bereft of liberty"-- "To me, to all Friends," said Truelove sweetly, halting a little in her work, "thee has now what thee thyself calls freedom.

For God meant not that one of his creatures should say to another: 'Lo, here am I! Behold thy God!' To me, and my father and mother and Ephraim, thee is no bond servant of Marmaduke Haward.

But thee is bond servant to thy own vain songs; thy violent words; thy idle pride, that, vaunting the cruel deeds of thy forefathers, calls meekness and submission the last worst evil; thy shameless reverence for those thy fellow creatures, James Stewart and him whom thee calls the chief of thy house,--forgetting that there is but one house, and that God is its head; thy love of clamor and warfare; thy hatred of the ways of peace"-- MacLean laughed.