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 of her own; assisted by Sir James's well…practised hand; was instantly perched on the crupper; clasping her brother round the waist with her arms; and laying her head on his shoulder in loving pride at his exploit; while for her further security Sir James threw round them both the long plaid that had so lately bound her。

'Dear Malcolm'and her whisper fell sweetly on his ear'it will be bonnie tidings for Patie that thou didst loose me all thyself。  The false tyrant; to fall on us the very hour Patie was on the salt sea。'

But they were riding so fast that there was scant possibility for words; and; besides; Sir James kept too close to them for private whispers。  In about an hour's time they had crossed the bit of table… land that formed the moor; and descended into another little gorge; which was the place where the attack had been made upon the travellers。

This was where it was possible that they might find Sir David; but no trace was to be seen; except that the grass was trampled and stained with blood。  Perhaps; both Lilias and old Halbert suggested; some of their people had returned and taken him to the Abbey of Coldingham; and as this was by far the safest lodging and refuge for her and her brother; the horses' heads were at once turned thitherwards。

The grand old Priory of Coldingham; founded by King Edgar; son of Margaret the Saint; and of Malcolm Ceanmohr; in testimony of his gratitude for his recovery of his father's throne from the usurper Donaldbane; was a Benedictine monastery under the dominion of the great central Abbey of Durham。

It had been a great favourite with the Scottish kings of that glorious dynasty which sprung from Margaret of Wessex; and had ample estates; which; when it was in good hands; enabled it to supply the manifold purposes of an ecclesiastical school; a model farm; a harbour for travellers; and a fortified castle。  At this period; the Prior; John de Akecliff; or Oakcliff; was an excellent man; a great friend of Sir David Drummond; and much disliked and persecuted by the House of Albany; so that there was little doubt that this would be the first refuge thought of by Sir David's followers。

Accordingly Malcolm and his companions rode up to the chief gateway; a grand circular archway; with all the noble though grotesque mouldings; zigzag and cable; dog…tooth and parrot…beak; visages human and diabolic; wherewith the Norman builders loved to surround their doorways。  The doors were of solid oak; heavily guarded with iron; and from a little wicket in the midst peered out a cowled head; and instantly ensued the exclamation …

'Benedicite!  Welcome; my Lord Malcolm!  Ah! but this will ease the heart of the Tutor of Glenuskie!'

'Ah! then he is here?' cried Malcolm。

'Here; Sir; but in woful plight; borne in an hour syne by four carles who said you had been set upon by the Master of Albany; and sair harried; and they say the Tutor doth nought but wail for his bairns。 How won ye out of his hands; my Lord?'

'Thanks to this good knight;' said Malcolm; and the gate was opened; and the new…comers dismounted to pass under the archway; which taught humility。  A number of the brethren met them as they came forth into the first quadrangle; surrounded by a beautiful cloister; and containing what was called Edgar's Walls; a house raised by the good founder; for his own lodging and that of visitors; within the monastery。  It was a narrow building; about thirty feet from the church; was perfectly familiar to Malcolm; who bent his steps at once thither; among the congratulations of the monks; and Lilias was not prevented from accompanying him thus far within the convent; but all beyond the nave of the church was forbidden ground to her sex; though the original monastery destroyed by the Danes had been one of the double foundations for monks and nuns。

Entering the building; the brother and sister hastily crossed a sort of outer hall to a chamber where Sir David lay on his bed; attended by the Prior Akecliff and the Infirmarer。  The glad tidings had already reached him; and he held out his hands; kissed and blessed his restored charges; and gave thanks with all his heart; but there was a strange wanness upon his face; and a spasm of severe pain crossed him more than once; though; as Lilias eagerly asked after his hurts; he called them nothing; since he had her safe again; and then bade Malcolm summon the captive knight that he might thank him。

Sir James Stewart had been left in the hall without; to the hospitality of the monks; he had laid aside his helmet; washed his face; and arranged his bright locks; and as he rose to follow Malcolm; his majestic stature and bearing seemed to befit the home of the old Scottish King。

As he entered the chamber; Sir David slightly raised himself on the pillow; and; with his eyes dilating into a bewildered gaze; exclaimed; 'My liege; my dear master!'

'He raves;' sighed Lilias; clasping Malcolm's hand in dire distress。

'No;' muttered the sick man; sinking back。  'Good King Robert has been in his grave many a day; his sons; woe is me!Sir;' recovering himself; 'pardon the error of an old dying man; who owes you more than he can express。'

'Then; Sir;' said James Stewart; 'grant me the favour of a few moments' private speech with you。  I will not keep you long from him;' he added to Malcolm and Lilias。

His manner was never one to be disputed; there was an atmosphere of obedience about the whole monastery; and the Prior added …

'Yes; my children; it is but fitting that you should give thanks in the church for your unlooked…for deliverance。'

Malcolm was forced to lead Lilias away into the exquisite cross church; built in the loveliest Early English style; of which a few graceful remnants still exist。  The two young things knelt together hand in hand in the lornness of their approaching desolation; neither of them having dared to utter the foreboding upon their hearts; but feeling it all the more surely; and while the sister's spirit longed fervently after him whose protection had been only just removed; the brother looked up to the sheltering vaults; lost in the tranquil twilight; and felt that here alone was his haven of peace; the refuge for the feeble and the fatherless。

Their devotions performed; they ventured back to the outer hall; and on their return being notified; they were again admitted。  Sir James; who had been seated on a stool by the sick man's head; immediately rose and resigned his place to Lilias; but did not leave the room and Sir David thus spoke:  'Bairns; God in His mercy hath raised you up the best of guardians in the stead of your ain poor Tutor。  Malcolm; laddie; you will ride the morn with this gentleman to the true head of your name; your ain King; whom God for ever bless!'  His voice quivered。  'And be it your study so to profit by his example and nurture; as to do your devoir by him for ever。'

'Nay; father;' cried Malcolm; 'I cannot leave you and Lily。'

'If you call me father; do my bidding;' said Sir David。  'Lily can be safely bestowed with the good Sisters of St。 Abbs; nor while you are out of Albany's reach is the poor lassie worth his molesting; but when I am gone; your uncles of Albany and Athole become your tutors; and the Prior has no power to save you。  Only over the Border with the King is there safety from them; and your ruin is the ruin of your sister。'

'And;' added Sir James; 'when the King is at liberty; or when you yourself are of age; you will return to resume the charge of your fair sister; unless some nearer protector be found。  Meantime;' he laid one hand on Malcolm's head; and with the other took out the relic which had had so great an effect upon Walter Stewart; 'I swear on this holy Rood of St。 Andrew; that Malcolm Stewart of Glenuskie shall be my charge; not merely as my kinsman; but as my young brother。'

'You hear; Malcolm;' said Sir David。  'You will strive to merit such goodness。'

'Father;' broke out the poor boy again; 'you cannot mean to part us! Let us abide as we have been till I am of age to take my vows!  I am not fit to serve the King。'

'He is the best judge of that;' returned Sir James。

'And;' added Sir David; 'I tell you; lad; that I shall never be as I was before; and that were I a whole man and sain; riding back to Glenuskie the morn; I should still bless the saints and bid you gang。'

Rarely did the youth of the fifteenth century venture to question the authority of an elder; but Malcolm was only silenced for a moment; and though by no means understanding that his guardian believed his injuries mortal; he threw himself upon the advice of the Prior; whom he entreated to allow him to judge for himself; and to remain to protect his sisterhe talked boldly of protecting her after this day's exploit。  But Prior Akecliff gave him no more encouragement than did his uncle。  The Benedictine vows were out of the question till he should be eighteen; and the renunciation of the world they involved would be ruinous to Lilias; since she would become his heiress。  Moreover; the Prior himself was almost in a state of siege; for the Regent was endeavouring to intrude on the convent one Brother William Drake; or Drax; by his own nomination; instead of the canonical appointment 

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