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of mine own. We shall all be happy together and forget these ill times. Maud and I can never repay that which you have done for us."
"Yes, I pray you come with us," said Maud, a little more slowly, "we will be your sisters, and the ill times shall not come again."
The Lady Sybilla smiled a sad subtle smile and shook her head.
"I thank you. I thank you more than you know. It eases my heart that you should forgive a woman such as I for all the evil she has brought you and yours. But I am now no fit companion for you or any. I am become but a wandering shape, speaking to one who cannot answer, and seeking him whom I can never find."
The little Maid, being but a child, mistook her meaning.
"No, no," she cried, "your life is not done. If the one whom you love hath left you unkindly--well, bide awhile, and when the first smart is passed, we will marry you to some braver and more handsome knight. There are many such in Scotland. I pray you come with Maud and me even as we wish you. Why, there would not be three like us in all the land. I wager we will set kings by the ears between us. Though, as for me, I can only marry a Douglas!"
The smile of the Lady Sybilla grew ever sadder and ever sweeter.
"The man whom I loved, and who loved me, I betrayed to the death. There is no forgiveness for such as I in this life. Perhaps there may be in the next. At least, _he_ forgave me, and that is enough. He believed in me against myself, and I will wait. Till then I go hither and thither and none shall hinder me or molest--for upon Sybilla de Thouars God hath set the seal of Cain!"
Margaret Douglas flicked her steed impatiently, causing the spirited little beast to curvet.
"I think it is very ill-done of you not to come to Scotland with us," she said petulantly, "when we would have been so good to you!"
"Too good, too kind," said the Lady Sybilla, very gently; "such kindness is not for such as I am. But if I may, while I live I will keep the golden cross you lent me--the crucifix your brother gave to you on your birthday!"
"Keep it--it is yours! I do not want it!" cried Margaret, glad to have found some way of evidencing her gratitude.
"I thank you," said Sybilla de Thouars; "some day I may come to Scotland. And if I do, you shall come out from Thrieve and meet me by the white thorns of the Carlinwark at the hour when the little children sing!"
And so, without other farewell, she turned and rode slowly away down the avenues of fallen leaves, till the folding woodlands hid her from the sight of those two who watched her with tear-blurred eyes and hearts strangely stirred with pity for the fate of her whom they had once hated with such good cause.


CHAPTER LXI
LEAP YEAR IN GALLOWAY
Morning dawned fair over the wide strath of Dee. Cairnsmuir and Ben Gairn stood out south and north like blue, round-shouldered sentinels. Castle Thrieve rose grey in the midst of the water-meadows, massive and sombre in the early sunrise.
Andro the Penman and his brother John, with the taciturnity natural to early risers, were silently hoisting the flag which denoted the presence of the noble young chatelaine of the great fortress.
Sholto also was early astir, for the affairs of the castle and of the host were in his hand, and there was much business to be despatched that morning. The young Avondale Douglases were riding away from Thrieve, for word had come that James the Gross, seventh Earl of Douglas, was surely at death's door.
"Besides," said William Douglas, "wherefore should we stay--our work is done. No one will molest our cousin in her heritages now! We five have stood about her while there was need. But for the present Sir Sholto and his men can keep count and reckoning with any from the back-shore of Leswalt to Berwick bound."
"Aye, indeed," cried James Douglas, "we will go till the time come when the suitors gather, like corbies about a dead lamb!"
"That is not a savoury comparison," cried Margaret of Douglas, now grown older, and already giving more than a mere promise of that wondrous beauty which afterwards made her celebrated in all lands, "but after all, you, cousin James, have some right to make it. For, but for you and our good Sholto there, this little ewe lamb would have been carrion indeed!"
"Good-by!" cried James of Avondale. "Haste thee and grow up, sweet coz. Then will I come back with the rest of the corbies and take my chance of the feast. I will keep myself for that day."
But William Douglas sat square and silent on his charger.
The Maid of Galloway waved her hand gaily to the younger of the knights.
"You shall have your chance with the rest," she cried; "but you will not care about me then. Very likely I may have to fleech and cozen with you like a sweetie-wife at a fair before either of you will marry me. And you know I have sworn on the bones of Saint Bride to marry none but a Douglas of the Douglases!"
Then William Douglas saluted without a word, and turning his bridle-rein rode away with his face steadfastly set to the north. But James ever cried back farewells and jovial words long after he was out of hearing. And even on the heights of Keltonmuir he still fluttered a gay kerchief in his left hand.
Then Margaret Douglas went back within the gates, where her eyes fell upon Maud Lindesay, coming through the castle yard to meet her. For that morning she had not wished to encounter Sholto--at least not among so many. The two maidens walked on together, and which was the fairer, the black or the nut-brown, none could say who beheld them.
After a while Margaret Douglas sighed.
"I wonder which of them I like the best," she said.
Maud laughed a merry, scornful laugh in which was a world of superior knowledge.
"You do not like either of them very much yet, or you would have no difficulty about the matter!" said this wise woman.
"Well, I wonder which of them loves me best," she went on; "James tells me of it a hundred times every day and all day. But William says nothing. He only looks at me often, as if he disapproved of me. I am over light for him, I trow. He thinks not of me."
Then after a pause she said, again with her finger on her lip, "I wonder which of them would do most for my sake?"
"I know!" said Maud Lindesay, promptly.
* * * * *
With the young Avondales there had ridden forth Malise and his son Laurence on their way to the Abbey of Dulce Cor. Sholto went also with them to convoy them to the fords of Urr.
For Laurence was to be a clerk after all.
And this is the way he explained it.
"The Abbot cannot live long, and there is no Douglas to succeed him. Then your little Maid will make me Abbot, if that Maud of yours does her duty."
"She is not my Maud yet," sighed Sholto. For, as they say in Scotland, the lady had proved "driech to draw up."
"But she will be in good time," urged Laurence, "and she must persuade the Lady Margaret of my many and surprising virtues."
"The Lady Margaret hath doubtless seen these for herself. Were you not bound beside her on the iron altar?" said Sholto.
"Yes, but I dirked the old witch-woman, or so they say. And that was no clerkly action!" objected his brother.
"Fear not," said Sholto, "you have all of her favour you need without working by means of another's petticoat. But how about marrying? You cannot wed or woo if you are a clerk. You did not use to be so unfond of a lass in the gloamings along the sweet strand called the Walk of Lovers--you know where!"
"Pshaw," cried Laurence, "I never yet saw the lass I liked better than myself. And I never expect to see one that I shall like better than the fat revenues of the Abbacy of Dulce Cor!"
He paused a moment as if roguishly considering some point.
"Besides," he went on, "wed I may not, but woo--that is another matter! I have never yet heard that an Abbot--"
"Good-day!" cried Sholto, suddenly, at this point, "I will not stay to hear you blaspheme!"
And leaving his father and Laurence to ride westward he turned him back towards Thrieve.
"I will surely return to-morrow," cried Malise; "I must first see this gay bird safely in mew. Aye, and bid the Abbot William clip his wings too!"
So in the gay morning sunshine and with the reflection of the lift glinting dark blue from tarn and lakelet, Sholto MacKim rode towards the Castle of Thrieve. He bethought him on all that was bygone. The Avondales were gone, James the Gross might die any moment--might even now be dead and William Douglas be Earl in his place!
He thought over William of Avondale's last words to himself, spoken with deep solemnity and in all the dignity of a great spirit.
"Sholto, you and yours have brought to justice the chief betrayer. The time is at hand when, having the power, I will settle with Crichton and Livingston, the lesser villains. And in that count and reckoning you must be my right-hand man. Keep your Countess, the sweet young Margaret, safe for my sake. She is very precious to me--indeed, beyond my life. And for this time fare you well!"
And he had reached a mailed hand to the captain of the Douglas guard, and when Sholto would have bent his head upon it to kiss it, William of Avondale gripped his suddenly as one grasps a comrade's hand when the heart is touched, and so was gone.
At the verge of the flowery pastures that ring the isle of Thrieve, Sholto met Maud Lindesay, wandering alone. At sight of her he leaped from his horse, and, without salutation of spoken speech, walked by her side.
"How came you here alone?" he asked.
Maud made her little pouting movement of the lips, and kicked viciously at a tuft of grass.
"I forgot," she said hypocritically, "I ought to have asked leave of that noble knight the Captain of Thrieve. We poor maids must not breathe without his permission--no, nor even walk out to meet him when we are lonesome."
Maud Lindesay lifted her eyes suddenly and shot at Sholto a glance so disabling, that, alarmed for the consequences, she veiled her eyes again circumspectly by dropping her long lashes upon her cheek.
"Did you really come out to meet me, Maud?" cried Sholto, all the life flooding back into his cheeks, "in this do you speak truth and no mockery?"
"I only said that we maidens were so much in fear of our Castle Governor, that we must not walk out even to meet him!"
At this Sholto let his horse go where it would, and, as they were passing at the time through a coppice of hazel, he caught his saucy sweetheart quickly by the wrist.
"Mistress Maud, you shall not play with me!" he said; "you will tell me plainly--do you love me or do you not?"
Maud Lindesay puckered her pretty
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