betook themselves, followed by half-a-dozen great dogs, to the
court, where the Drummonds wanted to exhibit the horses procured
for the journey, and James and Jean to show the hawks that were
the pride of their heart.

By and by came an Italian priest, who acted as secretary to the
Bishop--a poor little man who grew yellower and yellower, was
always shivering, and seemed to be shrivelled into growing
smaller and smaller by the Scottish winds, but who had a most
keen and intelligent face.

'How now, Father Romuald,' called out James. 'Are ye come to
fetch me?'

'Di grazia, Signor Re', began the Italian in some fear, as the
dogs smelted his lambskin cape. 'The Lord Bishop entreats your
Majesty's presence.'

His Majesty, who, by the way, never was so called by any one
else, uttered some bitter growls and grumbles, but felt forced
to obey the call, taking with him, however, his beautiful falcon
on his wrist, and the two huge deer-hounds, who he declared
should be of the council if he was.

Jean and Eleanor then closed upon David and Malcolm, eagerly
demanding of them what they expected in that wonderful land to
which they were going, much against the will of young David, who
was sure there would be no hunting of deer, nor hawking for
grouse, nor riding after an English borderer or Hieland
cateran--nothing, in fact, worth living for! It would be all