Go not into this town of Edinburgh.

Or at least wait till you can ride thither with three thousand lances as did your father, and his father before him." The Earl laughed merrily and clapped his young knight on the shoulder.
"Did you not tell me the same ere we came to the Castle of Crichton, and lo! there we were ten days in the place and not a man-at-arms within miles except your own Galloway varlets! Sholto, my lad, we might have sacked the castle, rolled all the platters down the slopes into the Tyne, and sent the cooks trundling after them, for all that any one could have done to stop us.

Yet here are we riding forth, feathers in our bonnets, swords by our sides, panged full of the Chancellor's good meat and drink, and at once, as soon as we are gone, Sholto MacKim begins the same old discontented corbie's croak!" "But, my lord, 'tis a different matter yonder.

The Castle of Edinburgh is a strong place with many courts and doors--a hostile city round about, not a solitary castle like Crichton.

They may separate you from us, and we may be able neither to save you nor yet to die with you, if the worst comes to the worst." "I may inform you as well soon as syne, you waste your breath, Sholto," said Earl Douglas, "and it ill becomes a young knight, let me tell you, to be so chicken-hearted.