seven strong brothers.
'Begone, my seven bold brothers,' she cried, 'begone to your home
in the sunny South, and tell how your sister has reached her
lord.'

'Now woe betide you,' answered her bold brothers, 'for you have
left your seven sisters and your old father at home to weep for
you.'

'Carry my love to my old father,' cried the lady, 'and to my
sisters seven. Bid them that they dry their tears nor weep for
me, for I am come to my own true love.'

Then the seven brothers turned away in anger and went back to
their home in the South. But Lord William carried his own true
love off to the old grey castle where they were married. And the
gay goshawk sang their wedding song.

THE LAIRD O' LOGIE

It was when James the Sixth was king in Scotland that the young
Wemyss of Logie got into sore trouble.

Wemyss of Logie was one of the king's courtiers; a tall, handsome
lad he was, and a favourite with both king and queen.

Now King James had brought his wife, Queen Anne, across the sea
to Scotland. Her home was in Denmark, and when she came, a royal
bride, to Scotland, she brought with her a few fair Danish maids.
She thought it would be dull in her new home unless she had some
of her own country-folk around her.

Among these maids was a tall, beautiful girl named Margaret
Twynlace. Her the queen loved well, and oft would she speak with
Margaret of their old free life in the country over the sea.

It chanced on a day that the young Laird of Logie was in
attendance upon the king, and the Danish maid, Margaret Twynlace,
in waiting upon the queen; and that day they two looked at each
other, and yet another day they two talked to each other, indeed
many were the times they met. And before long it was well known
at court that the young Laird of Logie loved the Danish maid
Margaret, and would marry her an he could.

But now trouble befell the young laird. He had been seen talking
with the Earl of Bothwell, and he a traitor to the king. Nor was
it alone that Wemyss of Logie had been seen to speak with
Bothwell. It was even said that he had letters written by the
traitor in his room at Holyrood.

No sooner had this rumour reached the king than orders were given
to search both young Logie himself and the room in which he was
used to sleep.

On his person no letters were found, but in his room, flung
carelessly into his trunk, lay a packet of letters tied and
sealed. And the seal was that of the traitor, the