He was like his father, the old laird, but there glowed an extremer dark anger and power.

The old laird had made himself the dream-avenger of injuries adopted, not felt at first hand.

The present laird knew the wounding, the searing.

"All his life my father dreamed of grappling with Grierson of Lagg.

My Grierson of Lagg stands before me in the guise of a false friend and lover!...