"Where meet we the king ?" "In the Glen of Auchterader, south of the Erne.

Lady Campbell and Isoline await us there, with the troops left as their guard at Dumbarton.

So you perceive our friend Lord Douglas here hath double cause to use the spur; times like these afford little leisure for wooing, and such love-stricken gallants as himself must e'en make the most of them." "And trust me for doing so," laughingly rejoined Douglas.

"Scoff' at me as you will, Edward, your time will come." "Not it," answered the warrior; "glory is my mistress.

I love better to clasp my true steel than the softest and fairest hand in Christendom; to caress my noble steed and twine my hand thus in his flowing mane, and feel that he bears me gallantly and proudly wherever my spirit lists, than to press sweet kisses on a rosy lip, imprisoned by a woman's smile." "Nay, shame on thee!" replied Douglas, still jestingly.