Only when the English fellow returned who had escorted her to her father did Ludar order him back, charging him to look to her safety as he valued his own life; which charge the faithful fellow cheerfully accepted, and departed.
Of all his trials, this journey of submission to Dublin was the bitterest to Ludar; and I, as I walked at his heels that day in Dublin city, could see that every step was a pang.

The old man chose to bring Ludar and not his elder brothers for this very reason; and never a duty taxed the lad's courage and loyalty more.
So to me the pleasure of marching once again under the royal flag of my Queen was tempered by the concern I felt for my master.
A vast rabble lined the roads to see the doughty Sorley Boy--the hero of the North, against whose arms England had fought in vain--march thus, to the tune of English trumpets, to her Majesty's Castle.

But if any looked to see a hanging head or a meek demeanour they were sore mistaken.

For, as the procession moved on and the shouts grew louder, the spirit seemed to come back into the old warrior, and he walked rather as one who marches to war than to peace.

Perhaps, had the way been a mile longer, or had the smirking Lord Deputy looked round oftener, this notable treaty would never have come about; for, by the time Sorley Boy reached the Castle gate, he was glaring round him defiantly, and the hilt of his sword was an inch out of the scabbard.
At the gate the Deputy stood and bade him enter.