But now there remains for me only to go to the Kirk of Saint Bride in Douglasdale, and there set me down by my auld master's coffin till I die." At that moment there issued forth from the gateway the young Earl, holding by the hand the Lady Sybilla.

His mother, the Countess, came to the door to see them ride away.

The Queen of the Sports was in a merry mood, and as she tripped down the steps she turned, and looking over her shoulder she called to the Lady Douglas, "Fear not for your son, I will take good care of him!" But the elder woman answered neither her smile nor yet her word, but stood like a mother who sees a first-born son treading in places perilous, yet dares not warn him, knowing well that she would drive him to giddier and yet more dangerous heights.
The pennons of the escort fluttered in the breeze as the men on horseback tossed their lances high in the air, in salutation of their lord.

The archer guard stood ranked and ready, bows on their shoulders and arrows in quiver.

Horses neighed, armour clanked and sparkled, and from the moat platform twenty silver trumpets blared a fanfare as the Lady Sybilla, the arbiter of this day's chivalry, mounted her palfrey with the help of Earl Douglas.