This can no longer be tolerated.

The lady abbess bids me tell you that she gives you three days to renounce the rebel opinions you have so frowardly held, and to accept the husband whom your uncle and guardian has chosen for you, your cousin John of Lorne, his son.

During that time none will speak to you.

If at the end of three days you are still contumacious you will be confined to your cell on bread and water until better thoughts come to you." While the conversation had been going on, the little group had halted near the bushes, and they now turned away, leaving Marjory standing by herself.

The girl sat down on a bench close to where she had been standing, exclaiming to herself as she did so, "They may shut me up as a prisoner for life, but I will never consent to take sides against the cause of Scotland or to marry John of Lorne.
Oh! who is there ?" she exclaimed, starting suddenly to her feet as a man's voice behind her said: "Quite right, Mistress Marjory, well and bravely resolved; but pray sit down again, and assume an attitude of indifference." "Who is it that speaks ?" the girl asked in a tremulous voice, resuming her seat.
"It is your true knight, lady, Archibald Forbes, who has come to rescue you from this captivity." "But how can you rescue me ?" the girl asked after a long pause.