"You alone can ride to Galloway without drawing rein.

Go swiftly and bring back every true lad that can whang bow, or gar sword-iron whistle.

The Douglas must drie the Douglas weird.

I would have made you a great man, Sir Sholto, but if you get a new master, he will surely do that which I had not time to perform." "Come, Sholto," said his father, "there is a horse at the outer port.
I fear the Crichton's men are warned.

As it is we shall have to fight for it." Sholto still hesitated, divided between obedience and grief.
"Sholto MacKim," said the Earl, "if indeed you owe me aught of love or service, go and do that thing which I have laid upon you.