he had once been, since he had become a keeper instead of a fellow-sufferer.  It was true that he did his best to forget this by lavishing indulgences on his captive, and insisting on being treated on terms of brotherly familiarity; but though his transcendent qualities commanded love, the intimacy could be but a semblance of the once equal friendship.  Moreover, that conspiracy which cost the life of the Earl of Cambridge had taught James that cautious reserve was needed in dealing with even his old friends the princes, so easily might he be accused of plotting either with Henry’s immediate heir or with the Mortimers; and, in this guarded life, he had hailed with delight the opportunity of taking to himself the young orphan cousin of kindred blood, of congenial tastes, and home-like speech, whom he might treat at once as a younger brother and friend, and mould by and by into a trusty counsellor and assistant.  That peculiar wistfulness and gentleness of Malcolm’s look and manner, together with the refinement and intellect apparent to all who conversed with him without alarming him, had won the King’s heart, and made him long to keep the boy with him.  As to Malcolm’s longing for the cloister, he deemed it the result of the weakly health and refined nature which shrank from the barbarism of the outer world, and he thought it would pass away under shelter from the rude taunts of the fierce cousins, at a distance from the well-meaning exhortations of the monks, and at the spectacle of brave and active men who could also be pious, conscientious, and cultivated.  In the renewed sojourn at Windsor which James apprehended, the training of such a youth as Malcolm of Glenuskie would be no small solace.

By the time Malcolm had learnt as much of all this as Sir Nigel Baird knew, or chose to communicate, the King entered the room.  He flung himself on his knees, exclaiming, with warm gratitude, as he kissed the King’s hand, ‘My liege, I little kenned—­’

‘I meant thee to ken little,’ said James, smiling.  ’Well, laddie, wilt thou share the prisoner’s cell?—­Ay, Bairdsbrae, you were a true prophet.  Harry will do all himself, and will not hear of losing me to deal with my own people at my own gate.  No, no, he’ll have me back with Southron bows and bills, so soon as this small trifle of France lies quiet in his grasp!  I had nearly flung back my parole in his face, and told him that no English sword should set me on the Bruce’s throne; but there is something in Harry of Monmouth that one must love, and there are moments when to see and hear him one would as soon doubt the commission of an angel with a flaming sword.’

‘A black angel!’ growled Sir Nigel.

’Scoff and chafe, Baird, but look at his work.  Look at Normandy, freed from misrule and exaction, in peace and order.  Look at this land.  Was ever king so loved?  Or how durst he act as he did this day?’

‘Nay, an it were so at home,’ said Baird, ’I had as lief stay here as where a man is not free to fight out his own feud.  Even this sackless callant thought it shame to see two honest men baulked.’