"Now, my lord, touching the custody of the boy James, who succeeds to his father's claims of inheritance ?" "The King must decide it," said Douglas, impatient of the conference.
"I will consent to his residence anywhere save at Stirling, Doune, or Falkland." With that he left the apartment abruptly.
"He is gone," muttered the crafty Albany, "and he must be my ally, yet feels himself disposed to be my mortal foe.

No matter, Rothsay sleeps with his fathers, James may follow in time, and then--a crown is the recompense of my perplexities.".