第84章 XII.

Then Roderick with impatient look From Brian's hand the symbol took:

'Speed, Malise, speed' he said, and gave The crosslet to his henchman brave.

'The muster-place be Lanrick mead--

Instant the time---speed, Malise, speed!'

Like heath-bird, when the hawks pursue, A barge across Loch Katrine flew:

High stood the henchman on the prow;

So rapidly the barge-mall row, The bubbles, where they launched the boat, Were all unbroken and afloat, Dancing in foam and ripple still, When it had neared the mainland hill;And from the silver beach's side Still was the prow three fathom wide, When lightly bounded to the land The messenger of blood and brand.