It was the self-same answer she had given when she rode away from the gate of Maybole on the day of the death of Gilbert Kennedy of Bargany. ’Are they cruel to you here, Marjorie, tell me that?’ I said, for I saw that the old Laird was approaching, and that our further time would be but short. ’No one of them hath laid so much as a finger upon me!’ said Marjorie. And this at least was some comfort to carry back to the sad house of Culzean with us. So with that, little satisfied concerning the thing which we came to seek, but with somewhat more ease in our hearts for Marjorie’s sake, we went back through the passages and into the great hall. While we waited there for a servant to show us forth to our horses, my eye rested upon a large, closely-written volume, with the quill pen laid upon it, and ink-horn set in a hole in the desk above it. ’I see that my clerkly work has caught your eye,’ said John Mure. ’It is a nothing that I amuse myself withal, yet it may live longer than you or I. It is but a slight history of the mighty sept whose name you, Master Launcelot, so worthily bear, with all their branches and noble deeds at arms. For me, I am but a useless old man, past the labour of fighting. Yea, I know it was your own lance that put me there. But I bear no malice, it was the fortune of war. You know me better than to suppose that John Mure bears a grudge for that shrewd thrust you dealt me on the day of the quenching of our hopes in blood by the gate of Maybole.’ I bowed and thanked him for his courteous words. ’It was indeed the gallantest charge that ever was made,’ said I, ’since that of Norman Leslie, when, on the day before Renti, he drava into the midst of sixty Spaniards with but seven Scottish lances at his tail.’ ’Sir,’ said I, ’I am no historian, but a soldier. Yet is it a part of the training of a good fighter, that he should know the great deeds which have been done in the wars before him by brave men, so that he may emulate them when he himself is launched upon the points. ’It is well said, sir squire,’ said Auchendrayne, bowing to me. So, with a courteous farewell, in which there was to be seen no grain of hate nor as much as a glint of the teeth or the wolf, he bade us go our ways. ’And, above all things, he cried after us, ’mind your prayers. ’Tis a good lesson for the young to remember.’ *CHAPTER XXXIV* *IN THE ENEMY’S COUNTRY* Now, through being over-careful with my chronicle, I have spent too much time on our conferences. But we were, indeed, at the parting of the ways, and needed all advice. On our way to Culzean we met one who told us that the Earl had gone home that day to Cassillis. Nell besought me to ride thither, for she had a request to make to the head of her house ere she went her ways back to Culzean.