Had I been sure of the road by which they are coming hither, I had spared them the pains of seeking me; but I might go by the mountain, while they perchance came by the lake.

Here I will abide my fate; nor is there in Scotland a voice of power enough to bid me stir from hence, and be obeyed." "Here, then, I also stay," said Elspat, rising up and speaking with assumed composure.

"I have seen my husband's death--my eyelids shall not grieve to look on the fall of my son.

But MacTavish Mhor died as became the brave, with his good sword in his right hand; my son will perish like the bullock that is driven to the shambles by the Saxon owner who had bought him for a price." "Mother," said the unhappy young man, "you have taken my life.

To that you have a right, for you gave it; but touch not my honour! It came to me from a brave train of ancestors, and should be sullied neither by man's deed nor woman's speech.