of the camp says, that you would purchase with life and lands the tidings that Annot Lyle was no daughter of proscription, but of a race noble in your estimation as your own-Well-It is for no love I tell you-The time has been that I would have exchanged this secret against liberty, I am now bartering it for what is dearer than liberty or life.-Annot Lyle is the youngest, the sole surviving child of the Knight of Ardenvohr, who alone was saved, when all in his halls besides was given to blood and ashes." "Can this man speak truth ?" said Annot Lyle, scarce knowing what she said; "or is this some strange de lusion ?" "Maiden," replied Ranald, "hadst thou dwelt longer with us, thou wouldst have better learnt to know how to distinguish the accents of truth. To that Saxon lord, and to the Knight of Ardenvohr, I will yield such proofs of what I have spoken, that incredulity shall stand convinced. Meantime, withdraw-I loved thine infancy, I hate not thy youth-no eye hates the rose in its blossom, though it groweth upon a thorn, and for thee only do I something regret what is soon to follow. But he that would avenge him of his foe must not reck though the guiltless be engaged in the ruin." "He advises well, Annot," said Lord Menteith ; "in God's name retire! if-if there be aught in this, your meeting with Sir Duncan must be more prepared for both your sakes." "I will not part from my father, if I have found one !" said Annot- "I will not part from him under circumstances so terrible." “And a father you shall ever find in me," murmured Sir Duncan. "Then," said Menteith, "I will have MacEagh removed into an adjacent apartment, and will collect the evidence of his tale myself. Sir Dugald Dalgetty will give me his attendance and assistance." "With pleasure, my lord," answered Sir Dugald." I will be your confessor, or assessor-either or both. one can be so fit, for I had heard the whole story a month No ago at Inverary castle-but onslaughts like that of Arden vohr confuse each other in my memory, which is besides occupied with matters of more importance." Upon hearing this frank declaration, which was made as they left the apartment with the wounded man, Lord Menteith darted upon Dalgetty a look of extreme anger and disdain, to which the self-conceit of the worthy commander rendered him totally insensible. CHAPTER XXII. I am as free as nature first made man, Conquest of Grenaaa. THE Earl of Menteith, as he had undertaken, so he proceeded to investigate more closely the story told by Ranald of the Mist, which was corroborated by the examination of his two followers, who had assisted in the capacity of guides. These declarations he carefully compared with such circumstances concerning the destruction of his castle and family as Sir Duncan Campbell was able to supply; and it may be supposed he had forgotten nothing relating to an event of such terrific importance. It was of the last consequence to prove that this was no invention of the outlaw's, for the purpose of passing an im postor as the child and heiress of Ardenvohr. Perhaps Menteith, so much interested in believing the taie, was not altogether the fittest person to be entrusted with the investigation of its truth; but the examinations of the Children of the Mist were simple, accurate, and in all respects consistent with each other. A personal mark was referred to, which was known to have been borne by the infant child of Sir Duncan, and which appeared upon 24 VOL. II. the left shoulder of Annot Lyle. It was also well remembered, that when the miserable relics of the other children had been collected, those of the infant had no where been found. Other circumstances of evidence, which it is unnecessary to quote, brought the fullest conviction not only to Menteith, but to the unprejudiced mind of Montrose, that in Annot Lyle, a humble dependant, distinguished only by beauty and talent, they were in future to respect the heiress of Ardenvobr. While Menteith hastened to communicate the result of these inquiries to the persons most interested, the outlaw demanded to speak with his grandchild, whom he usually called his son. "He would be found," he said, " in the outer apartment, in which he himself had been originally deposited." Accordingly, the young savage, after a close search, was found lurking in a corner, coiled up among some rotten straw, and brought to his grandsire. "Kenneth," said the old outlaw, "hear the last words of the sire of thy father. A Saxon soldier, and Allan of the Red-hand, left this camp within these few hours, to travel to the country of Caberfae. Pursue them as the blood-hound pursues the hurt deer-swim the lake-climb the mountain-thread the forest-tarry not until you join them ;" and then the countenance of the lad darkened as his grandfather spoke, and he laid his hand upon a knife which stuck in the thong of leather that confined his scanty plaid. "No!" said the old man ; "it is not by thy hand he must fall. They will ask the news from the camp say to them that Annot Lyle of the Harp is discovered to be the daughter of Duncan of Ardenvohr; that the Thane of Menteith is to wed her before the priest; and that you are sent to bid guests to the bridal. Tarry not their answer, but vanish like the lightning when the black cloud swallows it. And now depart, beloved son of my best beloved! I shall never more see thy face, nor hear the light sound of thy footstep-yet tarry an instant, and heat my last charge. Remember the fate of our race, and quit not the ancient manners of the Children of the Mist. We are now a straggling handful, driven from every vale by the sword of every clan, who rule in the possessions where their forefathers hewed the wood, and drew the water for ours. But in the thicket of the wilderness, and in the mist of the mountain, Kenneth, son of Eracht, keep thou unsoiled the freedom which I leave thee as a birth-right. Barter it not, neither for the rich garment, nor for the stone-roof, nor for the covered board, nor for the couch. of down-on the rock or in the valley, in abundance or in famine—in the leafy summer, and in the days of the iron winter-Son of the Mist! be free as thy forefathers. Own no lord-receive no law-take no hire--give no stipend-build no hut-inclose no pasture-sow no grain ; -let the deer of the mountain be thy flocks and berdsif these fail thee, prey upon the goods of our oppressors -of the Saxons, and of such Gael as are Saxons in their souls, valuing herds and flocks more than honour and freedom. Well for us that they do so-it affords the broader scope for our revenge. Remember those who have done kindness to our race, and pay their services with thy blood, should the hour require it. If a Maclan shall come to thee with the head of the King's son in his hand, shelter him, though the avenging army of the father were behind him, for in Glencoe and Ardnamurchan, we have dwelt in peace in the years that have gone by. The sons of Diarmid the race of Darnlinvarach-the riders of Menteith-my curse on thy head, Child of the Mist, if thou spare one of those names, when the time shall offer for cutting them off!-and it will come anon, for their own swords shall devour each other, and those who are scattered shall fly to the Mist, and perish by its Children. Once more, begone-shake the dust from thy feet against the habitations of men, whether banded together for peace or for war. Farewell, beloved! and may'st thou die like thy forefathers, ere infirmity, disease, or age, shall break thy spirit-begone !-begone! live free-requite kindness-avenge the injuries of thy race!" The young savage stooped, and kissed the brow of his dying parent; but accustomed from infancy to suppress every exterior sign of emotion, he parted without tear or adieu, and was soon far beyond the limits of Montrose's camp. Sir Dugald Dalgetty, who was present during the latter part of this scene, was very little edified by the conduct of MacEagh upon the occasion. "I cannot think, my friend Ranald," said he, "that you are in the best possible road for a dying man. Storms, onslaughts, massacres, the burning of suburbs, are indeed a soldier's daily work, and are justified by the necessity of the case, seeing that they are done in the course of duty; for burning of suburbs, in particular, it may be said that they are traitors and cut-throats to all fortified towns. Hence it is plain, that a soldier is a profession peculiarly favoured by heaven, seeing that we may hope for salvation, although we daily commit actions of so great violence. But then, Ranald, in all services of Europe, it is the custom of the dying soldier not to vaunt him of such doings, or to recommend them to his fellows; but, on the contrary, to express contrition for the same, and to repeat, or have repeated to him, some comfortable prayer; which, if you please, I will intercede with his Excellency's chaplain to prefer on your account. It is otherwise no point of my duty to put you in mind of those things; only it may be for the ease of your conscience to depart more like a Christian, and less like a Turk, than you seem to be in a fair way of doing." The only answer of the dying man-(for as such Ranald MacEagh might now be considered)-was a request to be raised to such a position that he might obtain a view from the window of the castle. The deep frost-mist, which had long settled upon the top of the mountains, was now rolling down each rugged glen and gully, where the craggy ridges showed their black and irregular outline, like desert islands rising above the ocean of vapour. 'Spirit of the Mist !" said Ranald MacEagh, "called by our race our father, and our preserver-receive into hy tabernacle of clouds, when this pang is over, him whom in life thou hast so often sheltered." So saying, |