Remember your promise to the council, that you would not cry 'hold.'" "You compel me to a great crime, Albany, both as a king, who should protect his subjects, and as a Christian man, who respects the brother of his faith." "You judge wrong, my lord," said the Duke: "these are not loving subjects, but disobedient rebels, as my Lord of Crawford can bear witness; and they are still less Christian men, for the prior of the Dominicans will vouch for me that they are more than half heathen." The King sighed deeply.

"You must work your pleasure, and are too wise for me to contend with.

I can but turn away and shut my eyes from the sights and sounds of a carnage which makes me sicken.

But well I know that God will punish me even for witnessing this waste of human life." "Sound, trumpets," said Albany; "their wounds will stiffen if they dally longer." While this was passing, Torquil was embracing and encouraging his young chief.
"Resist the witchcraft but a few minutes longer! Be of good cheer, you will come off without either scar or scratch, wem or wound.

Be of good cheer!" "How can I be of good cheer," said Eachin, "while my brave kinsmen have one by one died at my feet--died all for me, who could never deserve the least of their kindness ?" "And for what were they born, save to die for their chief ?" said Torquil, composedly.