The old fox gave a suspicious look round, like one that suspects a trap, and then beckoned to Ludar.
"Stay here with the men.

Let your squire follow me." So Ludar stayed with the McDonnells at the gate, while I followed Sorley Boy, amid shouts and flourish of trumpets, into the Castle.

All was prepared to do the old Chief honour.

Attendants bowed, guards saluted, and my Lord Deputy's womenkind waved handkerchiefs from the windows.
Sir John Perrott himself, all smiles, chatted affably.

But never a word spake Sorley Boy.
He stalked on at a pace which made the Deputy trot at his side, and, heedless of lackeys, guards, ladies and all else, flung into the great hall.
I followed as in duty bound; and beside me no man but Sir John and Sir John's secretary.
Then followed a strange scene.
"Sir Sorley Boy," began the Deputy, motioning his guest to a high chair on the dais, "this is a happy occasion; and I would her Majesty had a Deputy more--" "Enough of this," said the Chieftain impatiently.