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The Black Douglas

CHAPTER XXVI
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Presently he held up his hand and read aloud that which he had written.
"To the most noble William, Earl of Douglas and Duke of Touraine, greeting! In the name of King James the Second, whom God preserve, and in order that the realm may have peace, Sir William Crichton, Chancellor of Scotland, and Sir Alexander Livingston, Governor of the King's person, do invite and humbly intreat the Earl of Douglas to come to the City of Edinburgh, with such following as shall seem good to him, in order that he may be duly invested with the office of Lieutenant-General of the Kingdom, which office was his father's before him.

So shall the realm abide in peace and evil-doers be put down, the peaceable prevented with power, and the Earl of Douglas stand openly in the honourable place of his forebears." The Chancellor finished his reading and looked around for approbation.
James of Avondale was nodding gravely.

de Retz, with a ghastly smile on his face, seemed to be weighing the phrases.

Livingston was admiring, with a self-satisfied smile, the pinkish lights upon his finger-nails, and the girl was gazing as before out of the window into the green close wherein the leaves stirred and the shadows had begun to swim lazily on the grass with the coming of the wind from off the sea.
"To this I would add as followeth," continued Crichton.

"The Chancellor of Scotland to William, Earl of Douglas, greeting and homage! Sir William Crichton ventures to hope that the Earl of Douglas will do him the great honour to come to his new Castle of Crichton, there to be entertained as beseemeth his dignity, to the healing of all ancient enmities, and also that they both may do honour to the ambassador of the King of France ere he set sail again for his own land." "It is indeed a worthy epistle," said James the Gross, who, being sleepy, wished for an end to be made.
"There is at least in it no lack of 'Chancellor of Scotland!'" sneered Livingston, covertly.
"Gently, gently, great sirs," interposed de Retz, as the Chancellor looked up with anger in his eye; "have out your quarrels as you will--after the snapping of the trap.


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