At any rate, look after him, till tomorrow.

'Tis my hour to go to the king." Lindsay was a young man of two or three and twenty.

He had a merry, joyous face, a fine figure, and a good carriage; but until he and Fergus were beyond the limits of the palace, he walked by the lad's side with scarce a word.

When once past the entrance, however, he gave a sigh of relief.
"Now, Drummond," he said, "we will shake hands, and begin to make each other's acquaintance.

First, I am Nigel Lindsay, very much at your service.