“Weel, my lord an’ my leddy war sittin’ i’ the muckle ha’, for they cudna gang to their beds in sic a by-ous storm, whan him ’at was the chief o’ them was ushered in by the seneschal, that’s the steward, like, booin’ afore him, an’ ca’in’ him the Prence, an’ nae mair, for he cudna min’ the name o’ ’s place lang eneuch to say ’t ower again. “An’ sae a prence he was! an’, forbye that, jist a man by himsel’ to luik at!--i’ the prime o’ life, maybe, but no freely i’ the first o’ ’t, for he had the luik as gien he had had a hard time o’ ’t, an’ had a white streak an’ a craw’s fit here and there--the liklier to please my leddy, wha lookit doon upo’ a’ body yoonger nor hersel’. He had a commandin’, maybe some owerbeirin’ luik-- ane at a man micht hae birstled up at, but a leddy like my leddy wad welcome as worth bringin’ doon. He was dressed as never man had appeart in Scotlan’ afore--glorious withoot--no like the leddy i’ the Psalms--for yer ee cud licht nowhaur but there was the glitter o’ a stane, sae ’at he flashed a’ ower, ilka motion he made. He cairret a short swoord at his side--no muckle langer nor my daddy’s dirk, as gien he never foucht but at closs quarters --the whilk had three sapphires--blue stanes, they tell me--an’ muckle anes, lowin’ i’ the sheath o’ ’t, an’ a muckler ane still i’ the heft; only they war some drumly (_clouded_), the leddy thoucht, bein’ a jeedge o’ hingars-at-lugs (_earrings_) an’ sic vainities. “That may be ’s it may, but in cam the prence, wi’ a laich boo, an’ a gran’ upstrauchtin’ again; an’ though, as I say, he was flashin’ a’ ower, his mainner was quaiet as the munelicht,--jist grace itsel’. He profest himsel’ unco’ indebtit for the shelter accordit him; an’ his een aye soucht the leddy’s, an’ his admiration o’ her was plain in ilka luik an’ gestur, an’ though his words were feow, they a’ meant mair nor they said. Afore his supper cam in, her hert was at his wull.