Major in a regiment of loyal Irishes, and Envoy Extraordinary of a High and Mighty Lord, James Earl of Montrose—Pray, what may your name be?"
"It will avail you little to know," replied his more taciturn companion.
"Let me judge of that matter," answered the soldier.
"Well, then—Ranald MacEagh is my name—that is, Ranald Son of the Mist."
"Son of the Mist!" ejaculated Dalgetty. "Son of utter darkness, say I. But Ranald, since that is your name, how came you in possession of the provost's court of guard? what the devil brought you here, that is to say?"
"My misfortunes and my crimes," answered Ranald. "Know ye the Knight of Ardenvohr?"
"I do know that honourable person," replied Dalgetty.
"But know ye where he now is?" replied Ranald.
"Fasting this day at Ardenvohr, that he
