Away with him!" he said to his retainers; "take him to the chamber at the top of the tower; I will give him till tomorrow to prepare for death, for by all the saints I swear he shall hang at daybreak.

As to you, girl, go to your chamber, and let me not see your face again till this matter is concluded.
Methinks a madness must have fallen upon you that you should thus venture to lift your voice for a Forbes." The girl burst into tears as Archie was led away.

His guards took him to the upper chamber in a turret, a little room of some seven feet in diameter, and there, having deprived him of his arms, they left him, barring and bolting the massive oaken door behind them.
Archie had no hope whatever that Alexander MacDougall would change his mind, and felt certain that the following dawn would be his last.

Of escape there was no possibility; the door was solid and massive, the window a mere narrow loophole for archers, two or three inches wide; and even had he time to enlarge the opening he would be no nearer freedom, for the moat lay full eighty feet below.
"I would I had died sword in hand!" he said bitterly; "then it would have been over in a moment." Then he thought of the girl to whom he had surrendered his sword.
"It was a sweet face and a bright one," he said; "a fairer and brighter I never saw.

It is strange that I should meet her now only when I am about to die." Then he thought of the agony which his mother would feel at the news of his death and at the extinction of their race.