But ye have both been so kind that ye will not refuse me one other favour which I shall ask ye ?' We protested that we could not, with our hands upon our sword-hilts.
'Nay, keep them for the Lord's quarrel,' said she, smiling at the action.

'All that I ask is that ye will say nothing if this matter to my grandsire.

He is choleric, and a little matter doth set him in a flame, so old as he is.

I would not have his mind turned from the public needs to a private trifle of this sort.

Have I your promises ?' 'Mine,' said I, bowing.
'And mine,' said Lockarby.
'Thanks, good friends.