"So wi’ that I took the bandage off the trooper’s heid. Ma certie! what a beauty I had put there wi’ my ain guid stick. It was the size o’ a pigeon’s egg, and when I felt it between my fingers I was prood o’ my handiwork. But I never let on. I examined it wi’ care; then by way o’ raisin’ a laugh oot o’ Lag I said: ’This young man has to thank Providence that he was born wi’ a thick heid.’ Saying which, I took a little o’ the salve and began to rub it on the lump. The fellow winced, but in the presence o’ Lag he was frichtened to mak ony resistance. I put a guid dressin’ on the swelling and bound it up wi’ a kerchief. He was wonderfu’ gratefu’, but at a sign frae Lag he went off and I was left alane wi’ Sir Robert. He signed to me to sit doon, and passed me a glass o’ the Malvoisie. As I took it he raised his glass and said, ’The King, God save Him,’ and I, mindin’ the advice I had gi’en to you to be a’ things to a’ men, followed his example and said, ’The King, God save Him,’ and under my breath I added to masel’, ’God kens he needs it.’ Weel, I sat and cracked wi’ Lag for maybe half an ’oor and tellt him mair than ane guid story and had a he’rty laugh or twa oot o’ him. Then I pushed the glass away, saying: ’By your leave, Sir Robert, if ye’re dune wi’ me, I’ll be obliged for yer permission to return to my lodgings, for I maun be off on the road the morn.’ "He raised nae objection, and said: ’You won’t forget to let me have a pot o’ that saw.’ "’Certainly, Sir Robert,’ I replied, ’you shall ha’e it the first thing in the mornin’: or, if it pleases you to send a trooper wi’ me you can ha’e a pot o’t the nicht.’ "’That’s better,’ he said. ’And you’ll tak’ this bottle o’ wine, and whenever ye ha’e a wee drap o’t, I hope you will think kindly o’ Lag. He’s a man sorely miscalled in this country-side.’ "’Thank ye kindly, Sir Robert,’ says I. ’I shall see that you are supplied wi’ my magical salve for the rest o’ yer life. And if on yer next visit to London ye should ha’e the chance o’ droppin’ a word into the ear o’ His Majesty, ye micht juist ask him quietly whether he has used that pot I sent him a twalmonth sin’. I’m inclined to imagine, between you and me, Sir Robert, that it never reached His Majesty’s ain hand. I think it was stopped on the wey by ane o’ the Court ladies wha used it to make hersel’ beautiful.’ "He threw back his held and roared wi’ laughter. "’Man, Hector,’ he said, ’ye’re a caution. But mair than likely ye’re richt. I’ve been to the Court mysel’, and God kens some o’ the women there would need a’ the magical saws in the world to make them bonnie. I’ll juist put it to His Majesty, Hector, and ask him,’ and he roared wi’ laughter again.