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Updated: May 10, 2025
Her the queen loved well, and oft would she speak with Margaret of their old free life in the country over the sea. It chanced on a day that the young Laird of Logie was in attendance upon the king, and the Danish maid, Margaret Twynlace, in waiting upon the queen; and that day they two looked at each other, and yet another day they two talked to each other, indeed many were the times they met.
Then Margaret Twynlace turned away and crept back to the queen's bower. Yet now no tears fell from her blue eyes, for if neither king nor queen could help the young Laird of Logie, she herself would save him from death. She would wait until night, when the king and queen slumbered, and then she would carry out her plan. A brave plan it was, for Margaret Twynlace was no coward maid.
For it was well known that the sentence passed on him would be death. Then Margaret Twynlace wiped from her face all traces of her tears. She put on her soft green silk gown, and she combed out her bonny yellow hair. Thus she went into the presence of the king and fell on her knee before him. 'Why, May Margaret, said the king, 'is it thou? What dost thou at my feet, my bonny maid?
Margaret Twynlace smiled to herself as she opened the door of the ante-room. Carmichael stepped into the room, stopped short, and stared. The open window, the rope that hung there, told him all he had come to ask. He stared, but never a word did he find to say. Then maid Margaret laughed aloud and clapped her hands for glee. 'Dost wish thy prisoner, the Laird of Logie? she cried.
The seal is, as you see, unbroken. Nor knew I that the earl was still acting as traitor, added the lad, as he saw displeasure written on the face of the king. But despite all he could say, the young laird was arrested as a traitor and thrown into prison. Margaret Twynlace with her own eyes saw Sir John Carmichael, keeper of the prison, turn the key in the lock.
Now King James had brought his wife, Queen Anne, across the sea to Scotland. Her home was in Denmark, and when she came, a royal bride, to Scotland, she brought with her a few fair Danish maids. She thought it would be dull in her new home unless she had some of her own country-folk around her. Among these maids was a tall, beautiful girl named Margaret Twynlace.
He had not guessed that the maid wrapped in the rough cloak was his own dear Margaret Twynlace. But Sir John noticed nothing. He was wondering how long it would be ere he would be again in his comfortable bed. Margaret drew the prisoner into her own little room. He tried to speak, but not a word would she let him utter.
He hastened to the palace gates, and getting safely through, he stayed only to fire his pistol that Margaret Twynlace might know that no evil had befallen. When Margaret heard the shot she stole softly downstairs and stood at the hall door gazing wistfully after the young Laird of Logie. Yet not long dare she tarry there, lest the queen should need her services.
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