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The Laird of Scaurdale would have hindered his going, and Helen made much ado, but his horse was brought, and we came to the door to be seeing him off. There was a brave moon, and the hillside very plain, and the noise of the burn rumbling a fine night to be out. "I could be riding home too," said Margaret. Bryde slipped his boot from the stirrup.
"Where fell ye across that grizzly dog, John, Laird o' Scaurdale?" said Dan as they rose. So I waited until the hay was all quiet and the lovers gone, and I got the dogs and went after the deer.
Then, away behind me, I heard a horse neigh, and the tethered horses answered, and a gaunt figure, white-haired and martial, stalked through the door, and I knew John, Laird of Scaurdale, waited, he and his man. I heard a laughing voice on the night wind.
The women maybe will have a name for it, for there was a smile in Helen's eyes as Margaret spoke "I am glad," said she, "he will have so good a friend as you. Maybe he will be staying if you were to ask him." "And you, Margaret?" "Is he then not of your people who are slow to ask favours?" said Helen. "I think so, yes. Do you remember I ride with him a little way from Scaurdale?
But after Betty's jalousing I had a word or two with Dan McBride, my cousin. "Wean," says he, "and Betty thinks the bairn has a look o' John o' Scaurdale. It beats me, the cleverness of that woman. This is the story I got from Belle, Hamish. It's a little dreich, but it will be as well that ye should ken."
"Fell the beast, fell the beast," and the wife, with a beetle in her hand, and in a flurry of excitement to be felling the beast, came a dour on her man's head that felled him, poor man, and we left them then, the otter killed at last, and the man and wife demented with the suddenness of the happenings, and came to the house of Scaurdale.
"Tush, man," said the Laird, "ye smell o' my Lady's bower. Your forebears had the reek o' peats about them, or a waft o' ships. . . ." But the road to Scaurdale would be drawing Hugh. "It is Mistress Helen that will be having the dainty lad, Hugh, my dear," his sister would be flashing; "your folk would not be hanging so long at a lassie's coat-tails, if old stories will be true."
But I ken this much, Hamish, Belle is waiting word from Scaurdale, and," says he, "they ken all the outs and ins of it, our friends here, and whenever it will be safe the wean will go to John o' Scaurdale." "Scaurdale is not so far from here," said I. "Could Belle not have taken the bairn there at the first go off?" "I thought ye had mair heid, Hamish.
"I am not sure," said he, "but I ken that John o' Scaurdale and my father are set on a weddin', and the lass kens it too, and I am thinking it is the land she is thinking of; it will be all in the family when we make a match of it." "Just that," said I; but in my mind there was another thought that I never was telling, and this was it
And the Laird of Scaurdale was lifted out in his chair, very white, but with a good spirit in him yet. It would be Helen I would be watching, for her hand was tight clenched, and she swayed a little as a flower sways, but she spoke bravely. It would be a long business, a marriage in these days.
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