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They went thither accordingly, and Wing-the-wind, a favourite old domestic, who was admitted nearer to the Regent's person and privacy, than many whose posts were more ostensible, soon introduced Graeme into a small matted chamber, where he had an audience of the present head of the troubled State of Scotland.
Guided by Michael Wing-the-wind, he found his horse ready saddled and prepared for the journey, in front of the palace porch, where hovered about a score of men-at-arms, whose leader showed no small symptoms of surly impatience. "Is this the jackanape page for whom we have waited thus long?" said he to Wing-the-wind. "And my Lord Ruthven will reach the castle long before us."
A moment or two afterwards, Michael Wing-the-wind stood by the bedside of our travellers. "Up! up!" he said, "there is no slumber where Murray hath work ado." Both sleepers sprung up, and began to dress themselves.
"Nay, but," said Wing-the-wind, "the page goes not back with you; the Regent has other employment for him." "Saints and sorrows!" exclaimed the falconer "Master Roland Graeme to remain here, and I to return to Avenel!
The words of recognition burst from both at once. "What! Adam Woodcock at court!" and "What! Michael Wing-the-wind and how runs the hackit greyhound bitch now?" "The waur for the wear, like ourselves, Adam eight years this grass no four legs will carry a dog forever; but we keep her for the breed, and so she 'scapes Border doom But why stand you gazing there?
Every hoof-tread seemed to tap upon Roland's heart as he heard his comrade withdraw with so little of his usual alert activity, and felt that he was once more alone in the world. He was roused from his reverie by Michael Wing-the-wind, who reminded him that it was necessary they should instantly return to the palace, as my Lord Regent went to the Sessions early in the morning.
"The boy is right," said Michael Wing-the-wind, "my lord will be very impatient."
"Ay, by my hood, he flies at all game," replied Woodcock. "Then had he better come with us," said Michael Wing-the-wind; "for we cannot have a proper carouse just now, only I would wet my lips, and so must you. I want to hear the news from Saint Mary's before you see my lord, and I will let you know how the wind sits up yonder."
Michael Wing-the-wind, who had shrunk from his youthful companion during this altercation, according to the established maxim of courtiers of all ranks, and in all ages, now transgressed their prudential line of conduct so far as to come up to him once more. "Thou art a hopeful young springald," said he, "and I see right well old Yorkshire had reason in his caution.
"You, old friend," said Wing-the-wind to Adam Woodcock, "must to horse instantly, with this packet to the Monks of Kennaquhair; and with this," delivering them as he spoke, "to the Knight of Avenel."
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