But once possessed of Dunluce, with his favourite son gone from his side, the old man broke down, and sighed for peace.
'Twas said the English paid a good price for his alliance, in territory for himself, and lands and title for his elder sons.

Be that as it may.
He sheathed his sword, and called in his fighting men all round.

He heeded not Ludar's demand for vengeance on his brother's murderers; and, indeed, forbade any man to mention Sir Alexander's name in his hearing.
Yet day by day the empty chair stood beside his in the castle hall; and day by day, at the muster call, the young chief's riderless horse fell into its place betwixt that of the father and the second son, Sir Randal.
As for Ludar, when after many weeks the fever left him and he rose from his bed, his father and he met rarely, and spoke less.

For the old man (sad to tell), from the day that he came into his own, had changed towards his youngest son, and, blaming him for the ill that had befallen the house, ceased not to reproach and scorn him for his brother's fate.
Never did I see Ludar so noble a man as during those gloomy months.
Never once did he waver in his loyalty to his father; never once did he suffer a word to be said to rebuke the old man's harshness; never once did he complain if more than a common soldier's hardships, with a common soldier's fare, fell to his lot; never once would he allow the men, who were ready to die for him, raise a shout when he came among them, or even salute him in his father's presence.

He took his punishment as beseemed a hero; and it was the hard work and stern discipline of those few months, I think, which braced him up once again into his former manhood and brought back the glow into his cheeks and the fire into his eyes.
Concerning the maiden he spake not a word; nor would he suffer me to speak of her.