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The Black Douglas by S. R. (Samuel Rutherford) Crockett
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spoke loudly and confidently after the manner of a pampered boy of
high spirits.

"I will soon come and visit you in return at the Castle of Thrieve.
The Lady Sybilla hath told me how strong it is and how splendid are
the tourneys there, as grand, she swears, as those of France."

"The Lady Sybilla is peradventure gone to her own land?" ventured
Douglas, not wishing to ask a more direct question. He spoke freely,
however, on all other subjects with the King, laughing and talking
mostly with him, and finding little to say to the tutor Livingston or
the Chancellor, who, either from humility or from fear, had taken care
to interpose half a dozen knights between himself and his late guests.

"Nay," cried the young King, looking querulously at his tutor, "but,
indeed, I wot not what they have done with my pretty gossip, Sybilla;
I have not seen her for three weeks, save for a moment this morning.
And before she went away she promised to teach me to dance a coranto
in the French manner, and the trick of the handkerchief to hide a
dagger in the hand."

As the Earl listened to the boy's prattle, he became more and more
convinced that the Marshal de Retz, having in some way discovered
their affection for each other, had removed Sybilla out of his reach.
Her letter, indeed, showed clearly that she was in fear of
ill-treatment both for himself and for her.

The banquet passed with courtesies much more elaborate than was usual
in Scotland, but which indicated the great respect in which the
Douglases were held. Between each course a servant clad in the royal
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