He and Black Alan went over the moors.

And still it was early and he had his body strength back.

He rode to Littlefarm.
Robin Greenlaw was in the field, coat off in the gay, warm weather.
He came to Glenfernie's side, and the latter dismounted and sat with him under a tree.

Greenlaw brought a stone jug and tankard and poured ale.
The laird drank.

"That's good, Robin!" He put down the tankard.