“The Bruce!” echoed the veteran; “see ye not his deeds yourselves, need ye more of them?” but there was a sly twinkle in his eye that betrayed his love to speak was as great as his comrades to hear him.  “Have ye not heard, aye, and many of you seen his adventures and escapes in Carrick, hunted even as he was by bloodhounds; his guarding that mountain pass, one man against sixty, aye, absolutely alone against the Galwegian host of men and bloodhounds; Glen Fruin, Loudun Hill, Aberdeen; the harrying of Buchan; charging the treacherous foe, when they had to bear him from his litter to his horse, aye, and support him there; springing up from his couch of pain, and suffering, and depression, agonizing to witness, to hurl vengeance on the fell traitors; aye, and he did it, and brought back health to his own heart and frame; and Forfar, Lorn, Dunstaffnage—­know ye not all these things?  Nay, have ye not seen, shared in them all—­what would ye more?”

“The harrying of Buchan, tell us of that,” loudly exclaimed many voices; while some others shouted, “the landing of the Bruce—­tell us of his landing, and the spirit fire at Turnberry Head; the strange woman that addressed him.”

“Now which am I to tell, good my masters?” laughingly answered the old man, when the tumult in a degree subsided.  “A part of one, and part of the other, and leave ye to work out the rest yourselves; truly, a pleasant occupation.  Say, shall it be thus? yet stay, what says Sir Amiot?”

“As you will, my friends,” answered the knight, cheerily; “but decide quickly, or we shall hear neither.  I am for the tale of Buchan,” there was a peculiarly thrilling emphasis in his tone as he pronounced the word, “for I was not in Scotland at the time, and have heard but disjointed rumors of the expedition.”

The veteran looked round on his eager comrades with an air of satisfaction, then clearing his voice, and drawing more to the centre of the group; “Your worship knows,” he began, addressing Sir Amiot, who, stretched at full length on the sward, had fixed his eyes upon him, though their eagle glance was partly shaded by his hand, “that our good King Robert the Bruce, determined on the reduction of the north of his kingdom, advanced thereto in the spring of 1308, accompanied by his brother, Lord Edward, that right noble gentleman the Earl of Lennox, Sir Gilbert Hay, Sir Robert Boyd, and others, with a goodly show of men and arms, for his successes at Glen Fruin and Loudun Hill had brought him a vast accession of loyal subjects.  And they were needed, your worship, of a truth, for the traitorous Comyns had almost entire possession of the castles and forts of the north, and thence were wont to pour down their ravaging hordes upon the true Scotsmen, and menace the king, till he scarcely knew which side to turn to first.  Your worship coming, I have heard, from the low country, can scarcely know all the haunts and lurking-places for treason the highlands of our country present; how