A seat was always placed for him in the coolest nook in the room, fresh grapes and other fruit stood in readiness on a table hard by.

The farmer's daughters, busy as they were in their household avocations, were always ready to sit and talk with him when he was indoors, and of an evening to sing him the country melodies.
At the end of a fortnight the men were all fit for duty again, but the hospitable farmer would not hear of their leaving, and as news from time to time reached them from the outer world, and Malcolm learned that there was no chance of any engagement for a time between the hostile armies, he was only too glad to remain.
Another fortnight passed, and Malcolm reluctantly gave the word that on the morrow the march must be recommenced.

A general feeling of sorrow reigned in the village when it was known that their guests were about to depart, for the Scottish soldiers had made themselves extremely popular.
They were ever ready to assist in the labours of the village.

They helped to pick the apples from the heavily laden trees, they assisted to thrash out the corn, and in every way strove to repay their entertainers for the kindness they had shown them.
Of an evening their camp had been the rendezvous of the whole village.
There alternately the soldiers and the peasants sang their national songs, and joined in hearty choruses.

Sometimes there were dances, for many of the villagers played on various instruments; and altogether Glogau had never known such a time of festivity and cheerfulness before.
Late in the evening of the day before they had fixed for their departure the pastor rode into the village.
"I have bad news," he said.