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"
Angus
is
it
this
time
?
"
The
host
winked
and
then
laughed
boisterously
.
"
Angus
it
is
,
but
their
names
and
designations
can
wait
till
we
have
broken
our
fast
.
’
Faith
,
we
’
ve
as
wolfish
a
hunger
as
ever
you
and
me
tholed
in
Thuringia
.
And
I
’
ve
brought
in
an
honest
man
that
guided
us
through
your
bogs
and
well
deserves
bite
and
sup
.
"
Nicholas
Hawkshaw
peered
for
a
moment
at
David
.
"
I
cannot
say
I
’
m
acquaint
with
the
gentleman
,
but
I
’
ve
been
that
long
away
I
’
ve
grown
out
of
knowledge
of
my
own
countryside
.
But
ye
shallna
lack
for
meat
and
drink
,
for
when
I
got
your
token
I
bade
Edom
stir
himself
and
make
ready
.
There
’
s
a
good
browst
of
yill
,
and
plenty
of
French
cordial
and
my
father
’
s
Canary
sack
.
And
there
’
s
a
mutton
ham
,
and
the
best
part
of
a
pie
-
-
I
wouldna
say
just
what
’
s
intil
the
pie
,
but
at
any
rate
there
’
s
blackcocks
and
snipes
and
leverets
,
for
I
had
the
shooting
of
them
.
Oh
,
and
there
’
s
whatever
more
Edom
can
find
in
the
house
of
Calidon
.
Here
’
s
back
your
ring
,
Will
.
When
I
read
the
cognizance
I
had
a
notion
that
I
was
about
to
entertain
greater
folk
-
-
"
"
Than
your
auld
friend
Will
Rollo
and
two
poor
troopers
of
Leven
’
s
.
And
yet
we
’
re
maybe
angels
unawares
.
"
He
took
the
ring
and
handed
it
to
the
groom
,
who
with
David
stood
a
little
back
from
the
others
,
while
Nicholas
Hawkshaw
’
s
eyes
widened
in
a
momentary
surprise
.
An
ancient
serving
-
man
and
a
barefoot
maid
brought
in
the
materials
for
supper
,
and
the
two
troopers
fell
on
the
viands
like
famished
crows
.
The
groom
ate
little
and
drank
less
;
though
he
was
the
slightest
in
build
of
the
three
travellers
,
he
seemed
the
most
hardened
to
the
business
.
The
lame
man
,
who
was
called
Will
Rollo
,
was
presently
satisfied
,
and
deep
in
reminiscences
with
his
host
,
but
the
other
required
greater
sustenance
for
his
long
wiry
body
,
and
soon
reduced
the
pie
to
a
fragment
.
He
pressed
morsels
upon
the
groom
-
-
a
wing
of
grouse
,
a
giblet
of
hare
-
-
but
the
latter
smiled
and
waved
the
food
away
.
A
friendly
service
,
Leven
’
s
,
David
thought
,
where
a
servant
was
thus
tenderly
considered
.
"
Yon
were
the
brave
days
,
when
you
and
me
served
as
ensigns
of
Meldrum
’
s
in
the
Corpus
Evangelicorum
.
And
yon
was
the
lad
to
follow
,
for
there
never
was
the
marrow
of
the
great
Gustavus
for
putting
smeddum
into
troops
that
had
as
many
tongues
and
creeds
as
the
Tower
of
Babel
.
But
you
and
me
were
ower
late
on
the
scene
.
We
never
saw
Breitenfeld
-
-
just
the
calamitous
day
of
Lutzen
,
and
the
blacker
day
of
Nordlingen
,
where
Bernhard
led
us
like
sheep
to
the
slaughter
.
That
was
the
end
of
campaigning
for
you
,
Will
.
I
mind
leaving
you
on
the
ground
for
dead
and
kissing
your
cheek
,
the
while
I
was
near
my
own
end
with
a
musketoon
ball
in
my
ribs
.
Then
I
heard
you
were
still
in
life
and
back
in
Scotland
,
but
I
was
off
with
auld
Wrangel
to
Pomerania
,
and
had
to
keep
my
mind
on
my
own
affairs
.
"
So
the
talk
went
on
,
memories
of
leaguers
and
forced
marches
and
pitched
battles
,
punctuated
with
the
names
of
Leslies
and
Hamiltons
and
Kerrs
and
Lumsdens
and
a
hundred
Scots
mercenaries
.
-
-
"
I
got
my
quietus
a
year
syne
serving
with
Torstensson
and
his
Swedes
-
-
a
pitiable
small
affair
in
Saxonia
,
where
I
had
the
misfortune
to
meet
a
round
shot
on
the
ricochet
which
cracked
my
shin
-
bone
and
has
set
me
hirpling
for
the
rest
of
my
days
.
My
Colonel
was
Sandy
Leslie
,
a
brother
of
Leslie
of
Balquhain
,
him
that
stuck
Wallenstein
at
Eger
,
but
a
man
of
honester
disposition
and
a
good
Protestant
.
He
bade
me
go
home
,
for
I
would
never
again
be
worth
a
soldier
’
s
hire
,
and
faith
!
when
the
chirurgeon
had
finished
with
my
leg
I
was
of
the
same
opinion
.
-
-
So
home
you
find
me
,
Will
,
roosting
in
the
cauld
rickle
of
stones
that
was
my
forbears
’
,
while
rumours
of
war
blow
like
an
east
wind
up
the
glens
.
I
’
m
waiting
for
your
news
.
I
hear
word
that
Davie
Leslie
.
.
.
"
"
Our
news
can
wait
,
Nick
.
We
’
ve
a
gentleman
here
to
whose
ears
this
babble
of
war
must
sound
outlandish
.
"
It
seemed
to
David
that
some
secret
intelligence
passed
between
the
two
,
and
that
a
foot
of
one
was
pressed
heavily
on
the
other
’
s
toes
.
