“You need not fear for that,” the girl replied.  “My uncle is passionate and headstrong —­ unforgiving to his foes or those he deems so, but affectionate to those he loves.  I have always been his pet; and though, doubtless, his anger will be hot just at first, it will pass away after a time.  Let no scruple trouble you on that score; and I would rather put up with a hundred beatings than live with the knowledge that one of Scotland’s bravest knights came to his end by a breach of my promise.  Though my uncle and all my people side with the English, yet do not I; and I think the good father here, though from prudence he says but little, is a true Scotsman also.  I have heard of your name from childhood as the companion and friend of Wallace, and as one of the champions of our country; and though by blood I ought to hate you, my feelings have been very different.  But now stand talking no longer; the castle is sound asleep, but I tremble lest some mischance should mar our plans.”

“That is good sense,” Father Anselm said; “and remember, not a word must be spoken when we have once left this chamber.  There is a sentry at the gate; and although the night is dark, and I deem not that he can see us, yet must we observe every precaution.”

“Holy father,” Archie said, “no words of mine can thank you for the part which you are playing tonight.  Believe me, Archie Forbes will ever feel grateful for your kindness and aid; and should you ever quit Dunstaffnage you will be welcomed at Aberfilly Castle.  As to you, lady, henceforth Archie Forbes is your knight and servant.  You have given me my life, and henceforth I regard it as yours.  Will you take this ring as my token?  Should you ever send it to me, in whatever peril or difficulty you may be, I will come to your aid instantly, even should it reach me in a stricken battle.  Think not that I speak the language of idle gallantry.  Hitherto my thoughts have been only on Scotland, and no maiden has ever for an instant drawn them from her.  Henceforth, though I fight for Scotland, yet will my country have a rival in my heart; and even while I charge into the ranks of the English, the fair image of Marjory MacDougall will be in my thoughts.”

Father Anselm gave a slight start of surprise as Archie concluded, and would have spoken had not the girl touched him lightly.  She took the pledge from Archie and said, “I will keep your ring, Sir Archibald Forbes; and should I ever have occasion for help I will not forget your promise.  As to your other words, I doubt not that you mean them now; but it is unlikely, though I may dwell in your thoughts, that you will ever in the flesh see Marjory MacDougall, between whose house and yours there is, as you know, bitter enmity.”

“There! there!” Father Anselm said impatiently; “enough, and more than enough talk.  Go to the door, Sir Archibald, and prepare to open it directly I have blown out the light.  The way up the stairs lies on your right hand as you go out.”