The Black Douglas by S. R. (Samuel Rutherford) Crockett
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fault. No man hath a sense of humour before he is forty years of his
age--and, for that matter, 'tis all the riper at fifty." The young man's eyes were looking this way and that, up and down the smooth pathway which skirted like a green selvage the shores of the loch. "Malise," he said, as if he had already forgotten his late eager quest for the little Magdalen, "Darnaway here has a shoe loose, and to-morrow I ride to levy, and may also joust a bout in the tilt-yard of the afternoon. I would not ask you to work in Whitsuntide, but that there cometh my Lord Fleming and Alan Lauder of the Bass, bringing with them an embassy from France--and I hear there may be fair ladies in their company." "Ah!" quoth Malise, grimly, "so I have heard it said concerning the embassies of Charles, King of France!" But the young man only smiled, and dusted off one or two flecks of foam which had blown backwards from his horse's bit upon the rich crimson doublet of finest velvet, which, cinctured closely at the waist, fell half-way to his knees in heavy double pleats sewn with gold. A hunting horn of black and gold was suspended about his neck by a bandolier of dark leather, subtiley embroidered with bosses of gold. Laced boots of soft black hide, drawn together on the outside from ankle to mid-calf with a golden cord, met the scarlet "chausses" which covered his thighs and outlined the figure of him who was the noblest youth and the most gallant in all the realm of Scotland. Earl William wore no sword. Only a little gold-handled poignard with a |
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