And I was glad to observe that the point of my cloak fell with some
grace over the scabbard of my sword. Now this was not vanity, God
knows, but only a just desire to appear point device in the presence of
the heads of my clan and of the lady of my heart—which is a thing very
different. For of all things I am not vain, nor given, after the manner
of some, to talking greatly about my own exploits.
’So,’ said the Earl, ’you will go to David Crauford of Kerse at his own
house as my messenger. You will not give him a written but a spoken
message. And in token that you come from us who have power to speak,
you must exhibit to him our signet rings, which we now entrust to you to
guard with your life.’
So, giving me the rings, which I put under my glove upon the first
finger of the left hand, he communicated to me the cartel for the Laird
of Kerse, which he made me repeat carefully thrice over in their
hearing. Then he dismissed me to go my way.
And as I went, I saw the lads roistering in the garden with the young
Sheriff of Wigton, who had married their eldest sister when she was but
a lassie. And I smiled as I thought within me, ’Had I been so born to
lofty estate, I might even have been playing at golf and pat-ball,
instead of riding on the errands of Cassillis and Culzean, with an
Earl’s message in my mouth and an Earl’s signet on my finger.’
And I do not think that the pride was an unworthy one, for since I had
none to push my fortune for me, it was the more necessary that I should
be able to do it for myself.
I went to get my war-horse, for after the affair of Edinburgh, Sir
Thomas had given me ’Dom Nicholas,’ a black of mettle and power, well
able to carry me even had I been clad in full armour, instead of merely
riding light as I now meant to go, with only my sword and pistolets.
At the seaward corner of the White Tower, going by the way of the
stables, I met my Lady Marjorie, and my heart gave a bound at the seeing
of her. She came gravely forward to give me her hand. Yet not to kiss,
as I knew by the downward weighting of it, and by her taking it quickly
again to herself.
’Whither go you, grave man of affairs?’ she said, smiling with
pleasantry.
’I go with an Earl’s cartel and defiance,’ I replied, telling her,
perhaps, more than I ought. But then she was my lady.
Marjorie became very pale and set her hand on the stone parapet of the
sea wall where she stood.
’To Bargany?’ she asked, breathlessly, for it was natural she should
think that the quarrel with the family had broken out again.
’Not to Bargany,’ I said, smiling to reassure her. ’I cannot now tell
you where, but it is out of Carrick that I ride—Carrick for a man—Kyle
for a cow. I ride to the land of sweet milk cheese!’
’God speed you, then,’ she said. ’Take care of yourself—beware of the
dairymaids. I have heard they are dangerous.’
’For your sweet sake,’ cried I, waving my bonnet to her as I ran down
the path.
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