While the conversation had been going on, the little group had halted near the bushes, and they now turned away, leaving Marjory standing by herself.  The girl sat down on a bench close to where she had been standing, exclaiming to herself as she did so, “They may shut me up as a prisoner for life, but I will never consent to take sides against the cause of Scotland or to marry John of Lorne.  Oh! who is there?” she exclaimed, starting suddenly to her feet as a man’s voice behind her said: 

“Quite right, Mistress Marjory, well and bravely resolved; but pray sit down again, and assume an attitude of indifference.”

“Who is it that speaks?” the girl asked in a tremulous voice, resuming her seat.

“It is your true knight, lady, Archibald Forbes, who has come to rescue you from this captivity.”

“But how can you rescue me?” the girl asked after a long pause.  “Do you know the consequences if you are found here within the bounds of the convent?”

“I care nothing for the consequences,” Archie said.  “I have in the woods twenty stout followers.  I propose tomorrow to be with three of them on the lake afishing.  If you, when the bell rings for your return in the evening, will enter that little copse by the side of the lake, and will show yourself at the water’s edge, we will row straight in and take you off long ere the guards can come hither to hinder us.  The lake is narrow, and we can reach the other side before any boat can overtake us.  There my followers will be awaiting us, and we can escort you to a place of safety.  It is fortunate that you are ordered to be apart from the rest; none therefore will mark you as you linger behind when the bell rings for vespers.”

Marjory was silent for some time.

“But, Sir Knight,” she said, “whither am I to go? for of all my friends not one, save the good priest, but is leagued against me.”

“I can take you either to the Bishop of Glasgow, who is a friend of the Bruce and whom I know well —­ he will, I am sure, take charge of you —­ or, if you will, lady, I can place you with my mother, who will receive you as a daughter.”

“But what,” the girl said hesitatingly, “will people say at my running away from a convent with a young knight?”

“Let them say what they will,” Archie said.  “All good Scots, when they know that you have been in prison here solely from the love of your country, will applaud the deed; and should you prefer it, the king will, I know, place you in charge of the wife of one of the nobles who adheres to him, and will give you his protection and countenance.  Think, lady, if you do not take this opportunity of gaining your freedom, it may never occur again, for if you are once shut up in your cell, as I heard threatened, nothing save an attack by force of arms, which would be sheer sacrilege, can rescue you from it.  Surely,” he urged, as the girl still remained silent, “you can trust yourself with me.  Do I not owe my life to you? and I swear that so long as you remain in my charge I will treat you as my sister in all honour and respect.”