toasts. But he has become too great
a man to carry you and me any more over the stepping-stones at the
ford, or pull with us the ripe berries when the briars are drooping
purple on the braes of Keltonhill. Bid him good-by, Margaret, for he
was our kind friend once. And when he rides out to battle, perhaps, if
we are good and respectful, he may again wave us a hand and say:
'There are two lassies that once I kenned!'"

At this inordinate flouting the patience of the new knight, growing
more and more angry at each word, came quickly to the breaking point;
for his nerves were jarred and jangled by the excitement of the day.
He gave vent to a short sharp cry, and started up the steps with the
intention of making Mistress Lindesay pay in some fashion for her
impertinence. But that active and gamesome maid was most entirely on
the alert. Indeed, she had been counting from the first upon provoking
such a movement. And so, with her nimble charge at her heels, Mistress
Lindesay was already at the inner port, and through the iron-barred
gate of the turret stair, before the youthful captain of the guard,
still cumbered with his armour, could reach the top of the outer
steps.

As soon as Sholto saw that he was hopelessly distanced, he slackened
his gait, and, with a sober tread befitting a knight and officer of a
garrison, he walked along the passage which led to the chamber
allotted to the captain of the guard, from which that day Landless
Jock had removed his effects.

The soldiers of the guard, who had heard of the honours which had so
swiftly come upon the young man, rose and respectfully saluted their
chief. And Sholto, though he had been silent when the sharp tongue of
the mirth-loving maid tormented him, found speech readily enough now.

"I thank you," he said, acknowledging their salutations. "We have
known each other before. Fortune and misfortune come to all, and it
will be your turns one day. But up or down, good or ill, we shall not
be the worse comrades for having kept the guard and sped the bolt
together."

Then there came one behind him who stood at the door of his chamber,
as he was unhelming himself, and said: "My captain, there stand at the
turret stair the ladies Margaret and Maud with a message for you."

"A message for me--what is it?" said Sholto, testily, being (and small
blame to him) a trifle ruffled in his temper.

"Nay, sir," said the man, respectfully, "that I know not, but methinks
it comes fro