My head, that I had carried high, somewhat drooped, as I saluted, imitating my companions, and we wheeled forth of the room.
"Hugh has taken the pride out of you, lad, or my name is not Randal Rutherford," said the Border man who had guided me.

"Faith, he has a keen tongue and a short way with him, but there are worse commanders.

And now you must to your quarters, for the hour is late and the guard-room shut." He led me to our common sleeping-place, where, among many snoring men-at- arms in a great bare hall, a pallet was laid for me, and my flesh crept as I remembered how this was the couch of him whom I had slain.

Howbeit, being well weary, despite the strangeness of the place, after brief orisons I slept sound till a trumpet called us in the morning.
Concerning the strangeness of this waking, to me who had been gently nurtured, and the rough life, and profane words which I must hear (not, indeed, that they had been wholly banished from our wild days at St.
Andrews), it is needless that I should tell.

Seeing that I was come among rude neighbours, I even made shift to fall back, in semblance, on such manners as I had used among the students before I left Scotland, though many perils, and the fear wherein I stood of Brother Thomas, and the company of the maid Elliot, had caused me half to forget my swaggering ways.