At last we stayed our steeds at a small tenant’s house called
Craigaffie, a little way from the Inch, where a vassal of Bargany’s
dwelt. Him we sent to meet the Earl and tell him that we were
there—also to bid the Galloway men come to an arbitrament, if so they
would. For they had enclosed the Earl back and front in his own house
of the Inch, so that none could pass—save indeed one that knew the
byeways and outgates as did this Peter Neilson of Craigaffie.
Presently there came back from the Earl a message most piteous, for he
knew the men of Galloway had him fast; and he was afraid for the safety
of the rents and mails that he had with him in silver and minted
gold—far more, to do him justice, than he was anxious about his own
skin. Bargany was his dearly-beloved cousin, his eame, his saviour. He
would keep friendship with him more than with any friend he had all the
days of his life, for this notable deliverance he had wrought. He was
to come and put himself in the Earl’s hands after he had sent the lords
of Galloway about their business. The Earl’s plighted word would be his
security.
At this Bargany gave a smile, and set his thumb over his shoulder at the
forty swords that were riding behind him.
’These,’ said he, ’will be the best security that John, Earl of
Cassillis, will not harm me when I go to visit him in his castle of the
Inch.’
It was no long season before there came MacDowall of Garthland and
Sheriff Agnew to represent the men of Galloway, and never in my life,
save when I went as herald to the great house of Kerse, did I see such
an exchange of high civilities. It was as the meeting of heroes, when
compared to the double-dealing and deceit of our break-tryst Earl. More
than ever, I wished that I had been born on the other side of the score.
But it hadna bin to be.
Agnew the Sheriff was a tall man, with dark hair quickly frosting to
grey, a hawk’s nose, a long arm good at laying on, and a biting tongue
which he knew well when to hold. The Laird of Garthland, on the other
hand, was red of beard and brown of hair, altogether a man well set,
beginning also to be well-stomached with good feeding and sleeping on
benches of the afternoons.
It was Garthland who saluted first, for he came of the oldest race in
Galloway—save, perhaps, it may be, the MacCullochs of Ardwell. But the
eagle-nosed Sheriff was the chief spokesman.
’Greeting courteously to you, Bargany,’ he said. ’This is a pleasure
unexpected. Over on our poor shire-side, the erne of the hills neither
mixes nor mells with the quarrels of the carrion crow.’
’I greet you well, Sheriff,’ said Gilbert Kennedy; ’but say your say
plain out, without bringing all the birds of the air into the matter.’
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