’You and I, Laird,’ he said, ’are not so young as we were at the King’s muster on the Boroughmuir, and when you held the colours of Cassillis, even as your son does this day.’ ’No, Sir Thomas,’ said my father, ’brittle bones, slack sinew, thin-sown hair have come to us both since that day, when it was my good fortune to serve with you and under you.’ ’Ah, Kirrieoch,’ replied the Tutor of Cassillis, ’I envy you here on your high and heartsome muirs, where the wild cats are your greatest enemies, and naught more dangerous than the erne ever stoops to slay.’ ’It is a gye hard struggle at times,’ replied my father, ’with Launcelot away and only two old bodies left with the serving men.’ ’Ah, bide a wee,’ said the Tutor. ’I have made it my business to see that in a little, when the lad has won his spurs, you shall have Launcelot back with something worth while in his pouch, and a handle to his name as good as the lave of us.’ ’I am glad that you have such good reports to give of him,’ said my mother. ’Oh,’ said the Tutor of Cassillis, drolling, ’I am none so sure of that. He has enough conceit of himself, indeed. But in his presence we will not say more.’ And then my mother set the table for us with her own hands, though Sir Thomas insisted that she should not; but with all due acknowledgment of his courtesy, my mother continued the work with dignity and grace. Besides which, I question whether at the moment Susan, the byre lass, was dressed fitting to come into a room where there was the company of great folk. But it was more than pleasant to see Nell rise to help my mother to spread the cloth and lay out the silver spoons. We had the best of muirland fare—mutton of the sweetest, black-faced and small, toothsomely fed on the sweet, tender grasses that nestle among the heather-knowes. Also we had sweet milk, oaten cake of a rare crispness, a kebbuck of rich cheese, and butter, as the Scriptures say, in a lordly dish, for the vessel was of silver, and had upon it the ancient arms of the Kennedies. The Tutor picked it up and looked at it. ’These are the bearings of my great-grandfather!’ he exclaimed, much astonished. ’Yes,’ said my father; ’and he was also my grandfather.’ ’Bless me!’ cried the Tutor of Cassillis; ’I knew not that we were so nearly related.’ And all through the remainder of our stay he called my father ’cousin.’ And as for Mistress Nell, there was no end to her merriment on the subject. ’Now we shall fight more than ever,’ she said, ’for we Kennedies always fight with our cousins. And I must find the handle of the hayrake with which I used to beat my cousin Philip. It will serve excellently for drubbing Launcelot, my new sweet coz!’ At last we rode away, and Nell Kennedy kissed my mother lovingly when we bade farewell, so that my heart warmed more than ever to the lass.