The sight of Sir Henry Seymour makes the war trumpet sound in mine ears.
Come, for truly there is something astir." With Agnes still leaning on his arm, Nigel obeyed the summons of his impatient friend, and joined the group around the king.

There was a quiet dignity in the attitude and aspect of Robert Bruce, or it might be the daring patriotism of his enterprise was appreciated by the gallant English knight; certain it was that, though Sir Henry's bearing had been somewhat haughty, his brow knit, and his head still covered, as he passed up the hall, by an irresistible impulse he doffed his helmet as he met the eagle glance of the Bruce, and bowed his head respectfully before him, an example instantly followed by his attendants.
"Sir Henry Seymour is welcome to our court," said the king, courteously; "welcome, whatever message he may bear.

How fares it with the chivalric knight and worthy gentleman, Aymer de Valence, Earl of Pembroke?
Ye bring us a message from him, 'tis said.

Needs it a private hearing, sir knight?
if so, we are at your service; yet little is it Aymer de Valence can say to Scotland's king which Scotland may not hear." "Pembroke is well, an please you, and sendeth greeting," replied the knight.

"His message, sent as it is to the Bruce, is well fitted for the ears of his followers, therefore may it be spoken here.