May Heaven," he said, looking upwards, "judge between our motives, and those of the movers of this civil commotion!" "Amen," said Montrose; "to that tribunal we all submit us." Sir Duncan Campbell left the hall, accompanied by Allan M'Aulay and Lord Menteith.

"There goes a true-bred Campbell," said Montrose, as the envoy departed, "for they are ever fair and false." "Pardon me, my lord," said Evan Dhu; "hereditary enemy as I am to their name, I have ever found the Knight of Ardenvohr brave in war, honest in peace, and true in council." "Of his own disposition," said Montrose, "such he is undoubtedly; but he now acts as the organ or mouth-piece of his Chief, the Marquis, the falsest man that ever drew breath.

And, M'Aulay," he continued in a whisper to his host, "lest he should make some impression upon the inexperience of Menteith, or the singular disposition of your brother, you had better send music into their chamber, to prevent his inveigling them into any private conference." "The devil a musician have I," answered M'Aulay, "excepting the piper, who has nearly broke his wind by an ambitious contention for superiority with three of his own craft; but I can send Annot Lyle and her harp." And he left the apartment to give orders accordingly.
Meanwhile a warm discussion took place, who should undertake the perilous task of returning with Sir Duncan to Inverary.

To the higher dignitaries, accustomed to consider themselves upon an equality even with M'Callum More, this was an office not to be proposed; unto others who could not plead the same excuse, it was altogether unacceptable.

One would have thought Inverary had been the Valley of the Shadow of Death, the inferior chiefs showed such reluctance to approach it.