"Is thy sovereign's name unknown to thee?
Is Robert Bruce a name unknown, unheard, unloved, that thou, too, breathest it not ?" "My brother, my brave, my noble brother!--I saw it, I knew it! Thou wert no changeling, no slavish neutral; but even as I felt, thou art, thou wilt be! My brother, my brother, I may live and die for thee!" and the young enthusiast raised his clasped hands above his head, as in speechless thanksgiving for these strange, exciting news; his flushed cheek, his quivering lip, his moistened eye betraying an emotion which seemed for the space of a moment to sink on the hearts of all who witnessed it, and hush each feeling into silence.

A shout from the court below broke that momentary pause.
"God save King Robert! then, say I," vociferated Alan, eagerly grasping the knight's hand.

"Sit, sit, Sir Knight; and for the love of heaven, speak more of this most wondrous tale.

Erewhile, we hear of this goodly Earl of Carrick at Edward's court, doing him homage, serving him as his own English knight, and now in Scotland--aye, and Scotland's king.

How may we reconcile these contradictions ?" "Rather how did he vanish from the tyrant's hundred eyes, and leave the court of England ?" inquired Nigel, at the same instant as the Countess of Buchan demanded, somewhat anxiously-- "And Sir John Comyn, recognizes he our sovereign's claim?
Is he amongst the Bruce's slender train ?" A dark cloud gathered on the noble brow of the knight, replacing the chivalric courtesy with which he had hitherto responded to his interrogators.