“Er’ lang they bethoucht themsels, an twa o’ them set oot an aff thegither for the priory--that’s whaur yer ain hoose o’ Lossie noo stan’s, my lord,--to fess a priest. It wad be a guid twa hoor or they wan back, an’ a’ that time, ilka noo an’ than, the moanin’ an’ the beggin’ an’ the cryin’ wad come again. An’ the warder upo’ the heich tooer declared ’at ever sin’ midnicht the prence’s menyie, the haill twal o’ them, was careerin’ aboot the castel, roon’ an roon’, wi’ the een o’ their beasts lowin’, and their heids oot, an’ their manes up, an their tails fleein’ ahint them. He aye lost sicht o’ them whan they wan to the edge o’ the scaur, but roon’ they aye cam again upo’ the ither side, as gien there had been a ro’d whaur there wasna even a ledge. “The moment the priest’s horse set fut upo’ the drawbrig, the puir leddy gae anither ougsome cry, a hantle waur nor the first, an’ up gat a suddent roar an’ a blast o’ win’ that maist cairried the castel there aff o’ the cliff intill the watter, an’ syne cam a flash o’ blue licht an’ a rum’lin’. Efter that, a’ was quaiet: it was a’ ower afore the priest wan athort the coort-yaird an’ up the stair. For he crossed himsel’ an’ gaed straucht for the bridal chaumer. By this time the yerl had come up, an’ followed cooerin’ ahin’ the priest. “Never a horse was i’ the transe; an’ the priest, first layin’ the cross ’at hang frae ’s belt agane the door o’ the chaumer, flang ’t open wi’oot ony ceremony, for ye’ll alloo there was room for nane.