For the hot-headed Scots who waited there face to face with their old enemies had not been able to restrain their impatience; and, goaded alike by the jeers of the rabble and the taunts of the Englishmen, had answered threat by threat and gibe by blow.

Ludar himself, already exasperated, had said not a word to hold them back; and, as the old chief and I came out the gate, the street was full of war, and dead men lay strewn on either hand.
A shout from Sorley Boy restored order among the redshanks in a moment; and, without waiting for further parley with the Deputy, he stalked to the head of his men, and with the single order "To Dunluce!" turned his back on her Majesty's Castle at Dublin.
But Sir John, fearful, perhaps, of an outbreak in the city, or in pursuit of a still deeper design, mounted his horse and bade his men form again the procession to conduct the Queen's new ally to the city gate.

He himself rode forward at a hand's pace beside the old chief, who heeded him no more than if he had been me or Ludar.
We had come to the gate at the bridge, and the English troops were halting to let us go out.

The strange ceremony of the day was near ending, and the free country beyond shone in the winter sun, when the Deputy, suddenly bending level with the old man's ear, said: "Look up.

Behold your son's head!" Sorley Boy, stood, as did we, and looked up.