He presently changed clothes with one of these, and they then collected a quantity of firewood and made it into a great faggot.

Archie gave them orders where they should await him, and lifting the faggot on his shoulders boldly entered the camp.

He passed with it near the pavilion of Pembroke.

The earl was standing with some knights at the entrance.
"Come hither, Scot," he said as Archie passed.
Archie laid his bundle on the ground, and doffing his bonnet strode with an awkward and abashed air toward the earl.
"I suppose you are one of Bruce's men ?" the earl said.
"My father," Archie replied, "as well as all who dwell in these dales, were his vassals; but seeing that, as they say, his lands have been forfeit and given to others, I know not whose man I am at present." "Dost know Bruce by figure ?" "Surely," Archie said simply, "seeing that I was employed in the stables at Turnberry, and used to wash that big hound of his, who was treated as a Christian rather than a dog." "Oh, you used to tend the hound!" Pembroke said.

"Then perhaps you could manage him now.