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"It can't be true!" "Monsieur," the goose girl asserted solemnly, "it is true. The blessed St. Alpin, my patron, forget me if I tell you a lie." Around the shadowed spot where I sat I heard trees whispering on the hills, and a cart rumbling along the hardened dust of the road. "Monsieur," spoke the goose girl out of her good heart, "if you want to go to his chapel I will show you the path."
At the time of his birth, to bear the name of Macgregor was felony; and the descendant of King Alpin adopted the maiden name of his mother, a daughter of Campbell of Fanieagle, in order to escape the penalty of disobedience.
And hearing his husky, trembling voice, Alpin roused himself with sudden terror. "What brings you back to the castle?" he cried; "and wherefore do you call me at this late hour?" "It is that our father has been entertaining enemies unawares," said Kenric. "Entering the hall but a few moments ago I found him lying dead upon the hearth with a cruel knife in his heart."
"And now that we have done so completely with the fox," said a voice, "what say you, comrades, to our making equal despatch with the vixen and her cub? 'Twere easy doing, could we but discover in what corner we might entrap them." Kenric did not understand the purport of these words. He did not guess that the "fox" meant his own father, and the "vixen and her cub" his mother and Alpin.
The assize being sworn and admitted the abbot stepped forward and called upon the God of the Christians to punish the peace breaker. Then the crowd opened and young Alpin came in, stalwart, handsome, noble, and bowed before the judge. He wore a mantle of tartan, clasped at the shoulder by a silver buckle.
But Duncan came not to the tryst. And now that Earl Alpin is slain now that, as it seems, my lord, you have resolved to bring this false traitor of Gigha to his merited death, methinks it is you who should bear that sword, that by its aid you may fulfil your vengeance."
For sweet shall my voice be for my friends: pleasant were her friends to Colma. "Such was thy song, Minona, softly blushing daughter of Torman. Our tears descended for Colma, and our souls were sad! Ullin came with his harp; he gave the song of Alpin. The voice of Alpin was pleasant, the soul of Ryno was a beam of fire! But they had rested in the narrow house: their voice had ceased in Selma!
An earl may hold such combat with none but his equals. I will not cross swords with a low-born churl like you. Show me a man whose blood is worthier of my steel." "Coward!" cried Duncan; "you are afraid to cross arms with me. I would slay you at the first passage." "There is but one among you who is of my own rank," said Roderic, "and there he stands;" and he pointed to Alpin.
The way God made me, my dear, I said, but I would be gey and obliged if ye could tell me what brought you here at such a time of the night Lady, she said, we are kinsfolk, we are both come of the blood of the sons of Alpin. My dear, I replied, I think no more of Alpin or his sons than what I do of a kale-stock. You have a better argument in these tears upon your bonny face.
The little dresser, while investing him in the hated motley, pointed proudly to the open skylight. He himself had mounted, at great personal peril, to the roof. One was not a Chasseur Alpin for nothing. O yes, he had gone all through the war. He had the military medal, and four chevrons. Had Monsieur Patou seen any service? Like everybody else, said Andrew.
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