第137章 IV.

'Brave Gael, my pass, in danger tried Hangs in my belt and by my side Yet, sooth to tell,' the Saxon said, 'I dreamt not now to claim its aid.

When here, but three days since, I came Bewildered in pursuit of game, All seemed as peaceful and as still As the mist slumbering on yon hill;Thy dangerous Chief was then afar, Nor soon expected back from war.

Thus said, at least, my mountain-guide, Though deep perchance the villain lied.'

'Yet why a second venture try?'

'A warrior thou, and ask me why!--

Moves our free course by such fixed cause As gives the poor mechanic laws?

Enough, I sought to drive away The lazy hours of peaceful day;Slight cause will then suffice to guide A Knight's free footsteps far and wide,--A falcon flown, a greyhound strayed, The merry glance of mountain maid;Or, if a path be dangerous known, The danger's self is lure alone.'