"His Majesty has committed him to my custody, and I am responsible for him.

Pardon me if I disarm you, Sir," he added in an undertone to the prisoner.
"Here is my sword," replied Hugh Calveley, unbuckling his belt and delivering up the weapon it sustained to Jocelyn; "it hath never been dishonoured, and," he added, lowering his voice, "it hath been twice drawn in thy father's defence." The reproach cut Jocelyn to the heart.
At this moment the crowd drew aside to allow the King's approach.
"Hath he been searched to see whether any deadly or offensive weapon is concealed about him ?" demanded James.
"He cannot have any more offensive weapon than his tongue," cried Archee, who accompanied his royal master.

"I counsel your Majesty to deprive him of that." "There is something hidden in his breast," cried one of the warders, searching in his jerkin, and at length drawing forth a short, clumsy pistol, or dag, as the weapon was then called.

"It is loaded, an please your Majesty," the man continued, after examining it.
Exclamations of horror arose from those around, and Jocelyn had again some difficulty in protecting the prisoner from their fury.
"A dag!" ejaculated James, "a loaded dag, crammed to the muzzle wi' bullets, nae doubt.

Haud it down, man! haud it down! it may fire off of itsel', and accomplish the villain's murtherous and sacrilegious design.
And sae this was to be the instrument of our destruction! Dost thou confess thy guilt, thou bluid-thirsty traitor, or shall the torture force the truth from thee ?" "The torture will force nothing from me," replied Hugh Calveley.