I tell you I cannot go--I will not go.

Let David and you escape! My place is here, and neither snivelling Crichton nor that backstairs lap-dog Livingston shall say that they took the Earl of Douglas, and that he fled from them under cloud of night." David Douglas had been standing by hopefully while Sholto tied the rope to the rings.

At his brother's words he sat down again.

William of Douglas turned about upon him.
"Go, David, I bid you.

Escape, and if aught happen to me, fail not to make the traitors pay dearly for it." But David Douglas sat still and answered not.