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They retreated suddenly, disappearing apparently by magic into the depths of the forest, leaving their dead in quivering heaps all about the little bare glade where the unequal fight had been fought. Malise the Brawny flung down the wolf whose head had served him with such deadly effect as a weapon against his brethren.
"Oh, for that," replied the other, "he seems a great lord in his way, wears your blazon, is free with his money, and he swears like a Fleming." "Bring him to me, Admiral, bring him to me. I shall like this man." So Galors was brought in, to be graciously received by the head of the house of Gai. His blunt manner deceived Malise at once.
For, though he knew that nothing was to be gained by remonstrance, Sholto was resolved that he would not let his reckless master run unwarned into danger so deadly and certain. He rode up, therefore, and craved permission to speak to the Earl, seizing an occasion when David had fallen a little behind. "Thou art a true son of Malise MacKim, whatever thy mother may aver," cried the Earl.
It is our only chance," commanded Sholto, as abruptly as if James Douglas had been a doubtful soldier of his company. "It were better to find a tree that we could climb," growled Malise with a practical suggestiveness, which, however, came too late. For they dared not move out of the open space, and the great trunk of the blasted pine rose behind them bare of branches almost to the top.
The girl, taking the wraps from the old woman, got in by her mother and began to put a shawl about her. The dew was falling heavily. Molly touched her hand. "Once Alexander said to me, 'Let Malise keep tight hold on you, Molly." William Leroy was flicking the mules travelling briskly through the sandy streets, and talking to the old woman, but she was sullen and the conversation died.
"Aye," he said, "it is indeed more fitting that Sholto, my son, should ride behind my Lord of Douglas than stiff old Malise upon his Flanders mare." The Earl blushed a little, for he remembered how the armourer had offered to ride behind him after he had shod Black Darnaway at the Carlinwark. He went on somewhat hastily. "I have resolved to make your son, Sholto, officer of the castle-guard.
But since I was wrong I bid you get back to the monk's chapter house, to clerkly copies and childish toys." Then black and sullen anger glared from the eyes of the Douglas. "Get hence," he cried. "Hence, both of you you, Uncle William, ere I forget your holy office and your kinsmanship; you, Malise, that I may settle with to-morrow ere the sun sets. I swear it by my word as a Douglas.
And there in the blown reek of torches and the hush of the courtyard of Thrieve Malise told all the tale of the Black Dinner and the fatal morning, of the short shrift and the matchless death, while around him strong men sobbed and lifted up right hands to swear the eternal vengeance. But alone and erect as a banner staff stood the mother of the dead.
They were true words, and I believe that she comes as a friend. I will stake my life on it." "Or if she comes as an enemy we are no worse off," grumbled sceptical Malise. "We can at least encourage the woman and then hold her as an hostage." The three Scots were standing to receive their guest when the Lady Sybilla rode up.
Henderson was carefully piloting the other lady into the boat. "Malise," that lady was calling. Malise, forced by this to come and be helped in, found herself in the stern. But her throat, because of a choked-back sob, hurt, and a vast homesickness and sense of futility was upon her.
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