Get thy Brandanes under arms with what speed thou canst.

Let no man go with us whose truth is not known to thee.

None in especial who has trafficked with the Duke of Albany--that man, I mean, who calls himself my brother--and order my litter to be instantly prepared.

We will to Dunbarton, MacLouis, or to Bute.
Precipices, and tides, and my Brandanes' hearts shall defend the child till we can put oceans betwixt him and his cruel uncle's ambition.
Farewell, Robert of Albany--farewell for ever, thou hard hearted, bloody man! Enjoy such share of power as the Douglas may permit thee.

But seek not to see my face again, far less to approach my remaining child; for, that hour thou dost, my guards shall have orders to stab thee down with their partizans! MacLouis, look it be so directed." The Duke of Albany left the presence without attempting further justification or reply.
What followed is matter of history.