" "Nay, father, with whom am I to brawl, or how should I curse in your good company?
Find you Scots so froward ?" "But now, pretending to be our friends, a band of them is harrying the Sologne country.

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" "They will be Johnstons and Jardines, and wild wood folk of Galloway," I said.

"These we scarce reckon Scots, but rather Picts, and half heathen.
And the Johnstons and Jardines are here belike, because they have made Scotland over hot to hold them.