From the long bleaching meadows by the river-side rose the wooded base of the castle.

Donal's bosom swelled with delight; then came a sting: was he already forgetting his inextinguishable grief?
"But," he answered himself, "God is more to me than any woman! When he puts joy in my heart, shall I not be glad?
When he calls my name shall I not answer ?" He stepped out joyfully, and was soon climbing the hill.

He was again admitted by the old butler.
"I will show you at once," he said, "how to go and come at your own will." He led him through doors and along passages to a postern opening on a little walled garden at the east end of the castle.
"This door," he said, "is, you observe, at the foot of Baliol's tower, and in that tower is your room; I will show it you." He led the way up a spiral stair that might almost have gone inside the newel of the great staircase.

Up and up they went, until Donal began to wonder, and still they went up.
"You're young, sir," said the butler, "and sound of wind and limb; so you'll soon think nothing of it." "I never was up so high before, except on a hill-side," returned Donal.
"The college-tower is nothing to this!" "In a day or two you'll be shooting up and down it like a bird.

I used to do so myself.