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"And, Kenric, give me the arrow." He took the arrow in his hand and waited till the fire was well alight. With the arrow's point he stirred the flaming twigs, and the two youths looked on. "And now take your dirk, Alpin," said he, "and slay me the kid. Give as little pain as may be, for it is not well that the innocent thing should suffer."
"Ah!" cried Alpin with swift recollection, "now do I perceive the reason wherefore Earl Roderic took that same knife from off the board and placed it so cunningly above the hearth. Oh, villain that he is! He designed even then to do as he has done. "Now," he added, snatching up a great two-handed sword, "I am ready.
Sweet are thy murmurs, O stream! but more sweet is the voice I hear. It is the voice of Alpin, the son of song, mourning for the dead! Bent is his head of age: red his tearful eye. Alpin, thou son of song, why alone on the silent hill? why complainest thou, as a blast in the wood as a wave on the lonely shore? "Alpin. My tears, O Ryno! are for the dead my voice for those that have passed away.
But this case is different; Stevenson was not taken and left it was consistently adhered to. It does not in the least follow that all Stevensons are of the clan Alpin; but it does follow that some may be.
Thus did it chance that these two humble thralls, Lulach and Aasta, were the first of all the dwellers in Bute to hail Lord Kenric as their king, and not till then did Kenric remember that by the death of Alpin he was now indeed the rightful lord of Bute, and he thought of the prophecy of Elspeth Blackfell. Disturbed in mind at the so early homage of Aasta and Lulach, he bade them rise.
Then Alpin got his back to the sunlight, drew himself up, and flung back his sword. With a fierce cry they rushed together and their swords clashed with mighty strokes. Then they both reeled backward two strides to recover.
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. And at that I was so weak-minded as to kiss her, which is what you would like to do dearly, and I wager will never find the courage of.
"Who is the villain that hath done this wicked thing?" she cried as Alpin and Kenric entered. "Roderic, Earl of Gigha," answered Kenric. "Ah, unhappy hour that ever brought him within these walls! Where is he now?" "He is made prisoner with his two companions," said Kenric. "Prisoner not slain! You have not slain him? Oh, my sons, where is your spirit? Why have you let him live thus long?
Higher than Goatfell they are, with streams of fire pouring down their glens." "A most marvellous country!" exclaimed Alpin. "I wonder much if I shall ever behold that land." "There you will have no such lordly feast as that we have just risen from," added Roderic, picking his teeth with his broad thumbnail. Alpin and Allan watched him, hoping he would tell them something of his roving life.
Alpin gave a piercing cry of sudden grief and sprang up from his bed. "No, no, it cannot be!" he exclaimed, recovering himself as he threw on some clothing. "You have made some strange mistake. These friends could not have harmed our father. They were not armed. And what could our uncle Roderic gain by such treachery?"
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