And I can tell you more, in the cellars are sixty gigantic tuns of stone, the smallest of which holds twenty-five wagon loads of wine, and they say some of it is a hundred years old.

With glory and treasure and good wine to be won we will outdo ourselves tomorrow; and you may be sure that the brunt of the affair will fall upon the Scots." "Well, there is one satisfaction," said Nigel Graheme--who after Leipzig had been promoted to the rank of major--"if we get the lion's share of the fighting, we shall have the lion's share of the plunder and wine." "For shame, Graheme! You say nothing of the glory." "Ah! well," Graheme laughed, "we have already had so large share of that, that I for one could do without winning any more just at present.
It's a dear commodity to purchase, and neither fills our belly nor our pockets." "For shame, Graheme! for shame!" Munro said laughing.

"It is a scandal that such sentiments should be whispered in the Scottish brigade; and now to bed, gentlemen, for we shall have, methinks, a busy day tomorrow." Sir James Ramsay was appointed to command the assault.

The river Maine had to be crossed, and he sent off Lieutenant Robert Ramsay of his own regiment to obtain boats from the peasantry.

The disguise in which he went was seen through, and he was taken prisoner and carried to the castle.