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I
had
been
pleased
with
Robin
's
playing
,
Alan
's
ravished
me
.
"
That
's
no
very
bad
,
Mr.
Stewart
,
"
said
the
rival
,
"
but
ye
show
a
poor
device
in
your
warblers
.
"
"
Me
!
"
cried
Alan
,
the
blood
starting
to
his
face
.
"
I
give
ye
the
lie
.
"
"
Do
ye
own
yourself
beaten
at
the
pipes
,
then
,
"
said
Robin
,
"
that
ye
seek
to
change
them
for
the
sword
?
"
"
And
that
's
very
well
said
,
Mr.
Macgregor
,
"
returned
Alan
;
"
and
in
the
meantime
"
(
laying
a
strong
accent
on
the
word
)
"
I
take
back
the
lie
.
I
appeal
to
Duncan
.
"
"
Indeed
,
ye
need
appeal
to
naebody
,
"
said
Robin
.
"
Ye
're
a
far
better
judge
than
any
Maclaren
in
Balquhidder
:
for
it
's
a
God
's
truth
that
you
're
a
very
creditable
piper
for
a
Stewart
.
Hand
me
the
pipes
.
"
Alan
did
as
he
asked
;
and
Robin
proceeded
to
imitate
and
correct
some
part
of
Alan
's
variations
,
which
it
seemed
that
he
remembered
perfectly
.
"
Ay
,
ye
have
music
,
"
said
Alan
,
gloomily
.
"
And
now
be
the
judge
yourself
,
Mr.
Stewart
,
"
said
Robin
;
and
taking
up
the
variations
from
the
beginning
,
he
worked
them
throughout
to
so
new
a
purpose
,
with
such
ingenuity
and
sentiment
,
and
with
so
odd
a
fancy
and
so
quick
a
knack
in
the
grace-notes
,
that
I
was
amazed
to
hear
him
As
for
Alan
,
his
face
grew
dark
and
hot
,
and
he
sat
and
gnawed
his
fingers
,
like
a
man
under
some
deep
affront
.
"
Enough
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Ye
can
blow
the
pipes
--
make
the
most
of
that
.
"
And
he
made
as
if
to
rise
.
But
Robin
only
held
out
his
hand
as
if
to
ask
for
silence
,
and
struck
into
the
slow
measure
of
a
pibroch
.
It
was
a
fine
piece
of
music
in
itself
,
and
nobly
played
;
but
it
seems
,
besides
,
it
was
a
piece
peculiar
to
the
Appin
Stewarts
and
a
chief
favourite
with
Alan
.
The
first
notes
were
scarce
out
,
before
there
came
a
change
in
his
face
;
when
the
time
quickened
,
he
seemed
to
grow
restless
in
his
seat
;
and
long
before
that
piece
was
at
an
end
,
the
last
signs
of
his
anger
died
from
him
,
and
he
had
no
thought
but
for
the
music
.
