Sir Roderick, who to meet them came, Reddened at sight of Malcolm Graeme, Yet, not in action, word, or eye, Failed aught in hospitality.

In talk and sport they whiled away The morning of that summer day;But at high noon a courier light Held secret parley with the knight, Whose moody aspect soon declared That evil were the news he heard.

Deep thought seemed toiling in his head;

Yet was the evening banquet made Ere he assembled round the flame His mother, Douglas, and the Graeme, And Ellen too; then cast around His eyes, then fixed them on the ground, As studying phrase that might avail Best to convey unpleasant tale.

Long with his dagger's hilt he played, Then raised his haughty brow. and said:--