Gold cannot restore my beloved son." "A marvel!" said the Earl: "a churl refuses nobility, a citizen despises gold!" "Under your lordship's favour," said Sir Patrick, "I, who am knight and noble, take license to say, that such a brave man as Henry Wynd may reject honourable titles, such an honest man as this reverend citizen may dispense with gold." "You do well, Sir Patrick, to speak for your town, and I take no offence," said the Douglas.

"I force my bounty on no one.

But," he added, in a whisper to Albany, "your Grace must withdraw the King from this bloody sight, for he must know that tonight which will ring over broad Scotland when tomorrow dawns.

This feud is ended.

Yet even I grieve that so many brave Scottishmen lie here slain, whose brands might have decided a pitched field in their country's cause." With dignity King Robert was withdrawn from the field, the tears running down his aged cheeks and white beard, as he conjured all around him, nobles and priests, that care should be taken for the bodies and souls of the few wounded survivors, and honourable burial rendered to the slain.