farther and fouler road than these pinks of Cumbrian Knighthood are aware of." So saying, he left the cabin.
"Annot Lyle!" repeated Dalgetty, "is she following the campaign?"
"Surely," replied Sir Giles Musgrave, his eye glancing slightly from Lord Menteith to Allan M'Aulay; "we could neither march nor fight, advance nor retreat, without the influence of the Princess of Harps."
"The Princess of Broad swords and Targets, I say," answered his companion; "for the Lady of Montrose herself could not be more courteously waited upon; she has four Highland maidens, and as many barelegged gillies, to wait upon her orders."
"And what would you have, gentlemen?" said Allan, turning suddenly from the Highlander with whom he was in conversation; "would you yourselves have left an innocent female, the companion of your infancy, to die by violence, or perish by famine? There is not, by this time, a roof upon the habi-
