And immediately Meg Merrilies, as if emerging out of the earth, ascended from the hollow way, and stood before them. "I sought ye at the house," she said, "and found but him (pointing to Dinmont), but ye are right, and I was wrang. It is here we should meet, on this very spot, where my eyes last saw your father. Remember your promise, and follow me." CHAPTER LIII. To hail the king in seemly sort The ladie was full fain; But King Arthur, all sore amazed, No answer made again. 'What wight art thou," the ladie said "That will not speak to me? Sir, I may chance to ease thy pain, Though I be foul to see." The Marriage of Sir Gawaine. The fairy bride of Sir Gawaine, while under the influence of the spell of her wicked stepmother, was more decrepit probably, and what is commonly called more ugly, than Meg Merrilies; but I doubt if she possessed that wild sublimity which an excited imagination communicated to features, marked and expressive in their own peculiar character, and to the gestures of a form, which, her sex considered, might be termed gigantic. Accordingly, the Knights of the Round Table did not recoil with more terror from the apparition of the loathly lady placed between "an oak and a green holly," than Lucy Bertram and Julia Mannering did from the appearance of this Galwegian sibyl upon the common of Ellangowan. "For God's sake," said Julia, pulling out her purse, give that dreadful woman something, and bid her go away." "I cannot," said Bertram "I must not offend her." "What keeps you here?" said Meg, exalting the harsh and rough tones of her hollow voice; "why do you not follow?--Must your hour call you twice?--Do you remember your oath? --were it at kirk or market, wedding or burial,"--and she held high her skinny forefinger in a menacing attitude. Bertram turned round to his terrified companions. "Excuse me for a moment; I am engaged by a promise to follow this woman." "Good heavens! engaged to a madwoman?" said Julia.-- "Or to a gipsy, who has her band in the wood ready to murder you!" said Lucy. "That was not spoken like a bairn of Ellangowan," said Meg, frowning upon Miss Bertram. "It is the ill-doers are ill-dreaders." "In short, I must go," said Bertram, "it is absolutely necessary. wait for me five minutes on this spot." "Five minutes?" said the gipsy; "five hours may not bring you here again." "Do you hear that? said Julia for Heaven's sake do not go!" "I must, I must--Mr. Dinmont will protect you back to the house." "No," said Meg, "he must come with you; it is for that he is here. He maun take part wi' hand and heart; and weel his part it is, for redding his quarrel might have cost you dear," "Troth, Luckie, it's very true," said the steady farmer; "and ere I turn back frae the Captain's side, I'll show that I haena forgotten't." "Oh yes!" exclaimed both the ladies at once, "let Mr. Dinmont go with you, if go you must, on this strange summons."