I will explain to you when we gang back to the braw things in Edinbra' toon!" "No, no," cried the boy, stooping to pick up his sword, "I will bide with my brothers, and help to kill the murderers of my cousins.

What William says, I say." Then the five young men went out and called for their horses, their youngest brother following them.

And as the flap of the tent fell, and he was left alone, James the Gross sank his head between his soft, moist palms, and sobbed aloud.
For he was a weak, shifty, unstable man, loving approval, and a burden to himself in soul and body when left to bear the consequences of his acts.
"Oh, my bairns," he cried over and over, "why was I born?
I am not sufficient for these things!" And even as he sobbed and mourned, the hoofs of his sons' horses rang down the wind as they rode through the camp towards Galloway.

And little Henry rode betwixt William and James..