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Updated: May 29, 2025
"I pray that you permit my young knight, Sir Sholto MacKim, to accompany me," said the Earl to the officer who conducted them to their prison-house. "I have no orders concerning him," said the man, gruffly, but nevertheless permitted Sholto to enter after the Earl and his brother.
The Earl raised him gently, led him to the window, and himself steadied the rope by which his squire was to descend. "Go!" he said; "honour keeps the Douglas here, and his brother bides with him since not otherwise it may be. But the honour of obedience sends Sholto MacKim to the work that is given him!"
For no suspicion of treachery within the house and name of Douglas itself touched with a shade of shadow the mind of Sholto MacKim. "I have not time to waste, comrades; I would see my lords," said Sholto. "I must see them instantly." And even as he spoke there on the steps before him appeared the dark, handsome face and tall but slightly stooping figure of William Douglas of Avondale.
"Sholto yes; he is his father's son and fought well. He is a MacKim, and cannot do otherwise. He will make a good knight, and, by Saint Bride, I will dub him one, ere this sun set, for his valiant laying on of the axe this day." The great muster was now over.
Surely it was right that I should make a place for my foster-brother within the goodly circle of the Douglas knights." Sholto MacKim stood on the lowest step of the ascent into the noble gateway of Thrieve, hardly able to believe in his own good fortune.
Malise MacKim smiled to himself, for he had not served a Douglas for thirty years without knowing by these signs that there was the swing of a kirtle in the case somewhere. Presently the last nail was made firm, and Black Darnaway was led, passaging and tossing his bridle reins, out upon the green sward.
But by Heaven and the bones of Saint Anne of Auray, if in one jot they shall fail to substantiate against Gilles de Retz those things which they have testified, they shall die by the rack, and by the cord, and by disembowelling, and by fire. So swear I, Duke John of Brittany." "It is good," said James Douglas. And "It is good," accorded also Malise and Sholto MacKim.
"Ah, but," said Margaret Douglas, "I think not these things to be wicked. I hope that some day I shall do just the same, though, of course, I shall not be as beautiful as you, Maudie; no, never! I asked Sholto MacKim if I would, and he said, 'Of course not! in a deep voice. It was not pretty of him, was it, Maud?"
And as Laurence MacKim, crouched in the dim obscurity of the curtained doorway, looked forth, this is what he saw. Maud Lindesay and Margaret Douglas advanced into the centre of the temple where was a slab of white marble let into the floor.
But presently the voice out of the unseen came again: "And I hate you, Sholto MacKim. For we have had to keep in our chamber this livelong day, because of the two men you have placed over us, as if we had been prisoners in Black Archibald. This very day I am going to ask my brother to hang Black Andro and John his brother on the dule tree of Carlinwark."
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