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Say on, Malise!" Then the smith told how his horse had broken down time and again, how he had pressed on, running and resting, stripped almost naked that he might keep up with his son, because that no ordinary charger could long carry his great weight.
Then when he had finished the Lady of Thrieve turned to Sholto--"And you, captain of the guard, what have you done, and wherefore left you your master in his hour of need ?" Then succinctly and to the point Sholto spoke, his father and Laurence assenting and confirming as he told of the Earl's commission and of how he had accomplished those things that were laid upon him.
"It is well," said the lady, calmly, "and now I also will tell you something that you do not know.

My little daughter, whom ye call the Fair Maid of Galloway, with her companion, Mistress Maud Lindesay, went out more than twelve hours agone to the holt by the ford to gather hazelnuts, and no eye of man or woman hath seen them since." And, even as she spoke, there passed a quick strange pang through the heart of Sholto.

He remembered the warning of the Lady Sybilla.

Had he once more come too late?
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