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"And when are you to return from this blessed hunting?" said the master; "that is, if I may make so bold as to ask." "I cannot exactly answer," replied the apprentice. "Perhaps never, if such be my father's pleasure," continued Conachar, with assumed indifference.
Conachar turned round to speak, but, after a moment's consideration, looked down, and endeavoured to recover his composure, which had been deranged by the contemptuous manner in which the smith had spoken of his Highland customer. Henry went on without paying any attention to him. "I sold at high prices some swords and whingers when I was at Edinburgh.
"Come, Dorothy, speed thee with the food, old woman; and Conachar where is Conachar?" "He is gone to bed, sir, with a headache," said Catharine, in a hesitating voice.
The Fair Maid of Perth looked with some anxiety at him, as if apprehensive that his evident sullenness might increase her father's displeasure; but it was not till her eyes had sought out his for a second time that Conachar condescended to veil his dissatisfaction, and throw a greater appearance of willingness and submission into the services which he was performing.
"Even too well, to use your own word," said Conachar, "for the deserts of an idle apprentice and for the wants of a young Highlander. But yesterday, if there was, as I trust, enough of food, found you not, good glover, some lack of courteous welcome? Excuse it not I know you did so.
"I have borne such names as this maiden gives me," said the fugitive, after a moment's recollection. "Yes, I was called Conachar when I was happy, and Eachin when I was powerful. But now I have no name, and there is no such clan as thou speak'st of; and thou art a foolish maid to speak of that which is not to one who has no existence." "Alas! unfortunate "
But wherefore dost thou look northward so anxiously, my child? Thy young eyes are quicker than mine dost thou see any one coming?" "I look, father, for the Highland youth, Conachar, who will be thy guide to the hills, where his father can afford thee a safe, if a rude, retreat. This he has often promised, when we spoke of you and of your lessons.
"Let me entreat you, my lord," said Catharine, "to forego this wild talk: it becomes not you to speak thus, or me to listen. We are of poor rank but honest manners; and the presence of the father ought to protect the child from such expressions, even from your lordship." This she spoke so low, that neither her father nor Conachar could understand what she said.
"How!" said Simon, greatly alarmed, "is the captain of the Clan Quhele dead?" "The captain of the Clan Quhele never dies," answered the Booshalloch; "but Gilchrist MacIan died twenty hours since, and his son, Eachin MacIan, is now captain." "What, Eachin that is Conachar my apprentice?" "As little of that subject as you list, brother Simon," said the herdsman.
"Highlanders!" repeated Catharine, as if haunted by some idea which troubled her senses. "Highlanders! Oh, Conachar Conachar!" "Indeed, and I dare say you have lighted on the very man, Catharine. They quarrelled, as you saw, on the St. Valentine's Even, and had a warstle. A Highlandman has a long memory for the like of that.
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