On its front was a lion crest which ramped among golden _fleur-de-lys_.

The old man held it up for Sholto to take.
"Hae," he said in a surly tone, "this is his lordship's new helmet just brought as a present frae the Dauphin of France.

So he has cast off the well-tried one, and with it also the auld servant that hath served him these many years." "Nay, Sir John," said Sholto, with courtesy, taking the helmet which it was his duty as his master's esquire to carry before him on a velvet-covered placque, "nay--well has the good servant deserved his rest, and to take his ease.

The young to the broil and the moil, the old to the inglenook and the cup of wine beneath the shade." "Ah, lad, I envy ye not, think not that of puir Landless Jock," said the mollified old man, sadly shaking his head; "I also have tried the new office, the shining armour, and felt the words of command rise proudly in the throat.

I envy you not, though your advancement hath been sudden--and well--for my own son John I had hoped, though indeed the loon is paper backed and feckless.