St Mary! but we'll light a brand,

Shall warm your hearths in Cumberland."

XXIII.

A wrathful man was Dacre's lord,

But calmer Howard took the word :

May't please thy Dame, Sir Seneschal,

To seek the castle's outward wall,
Our pursuivant-at-arms shall shew,
Both why we came, and when we go."-
The message sped, the noble Dame
To the wall's outward circle came;

Each chief around leaned on his spear,

To see the pursuivant appear.

All in Lord Howard's livery dressed,

The lion argent decked his breast;

He led a boy of blooming hue-
O sight to meet a mother's view!
It was the heir of great Buccleuch.
Obeisance meet the herald made,

And thus his master's will he said.

XXIV.

"It irks, high Dame, my noble Lords,

'Gainst ladye fair to draw their swords;
But yet they may not tamely see,
All through the western wardenry,
Your law-contemning kinsmen ride,
And burn and spoil the Border-side;
And ill beseems your rank and birth
To make your towers a flemens-firth.*
We claim from thee William of Deloraine,

That he may suffer march-treason pain: +

It was but last St Cuthbert's even

He pricked to Stapleton on Leven,
Harried the lands of Richard Musgrave,

And slew his brother by dint of glaive.
Then, since a lone and widowed Dame

These restless riders may not tame,

* An asylum for outlaws. + Plundered.

† Border treason.

Either receive within thy towers

Two hundred of my master's powers,
Or straight they sound their warrison,
And storm and spoil thy garrison;

And this fair boy, to London led,

Shall good King Edward's page be bred.”—

XXV.

He ceased-aud loud the boy did cry,
And stretched his little arms on high;
Implored for aid each well-known face,
And strove to seek the Dame's embrace.
A moment changed that Ladye's cheer,
Gushed to her eye the unbidden tear;
She gazed upon the leaders round,

And dark and sad each warrior frowned:
Then, deep within her sobbing breast
She locked the struggling sigh to rest;

*Note of assault.

Unaltered and collected stood,

And thus replied, in dauntless mood:

XXVI.

"Say to your Lords of high emprize,

Who war on women and on boys,

That either William of Deloraine

Will cleanse him, by oath, of march-treason stain,

Or else he will the combat take

'Gainst Musgrave, for his honour's sake.

No knight in Cumberland so good,

But William may count with him kin and blood.
Knighthood he took of Douglas' sword,

When English blood swelled Ancram ford;
And but that Lord Dacre's steed was wight,

And bare him ably in the flight,

Himself had seen him dubbed a knight.
For the young heir of Branksome's line,

God be his aid, and God be mine;

Through me no friend shall meet his doom;

Here, while I live, no foe finds room.

Then, if thy lords their purpose urge,

Take our defiance loud and high;

Our slogan is their lyke-wake* dirge,

Our moat, the grave where they shall lie."

XXVII.

Proud she looked round, applause to claim

Then lightened Thirlestane's eye of flame;
His bugle Watt of Harden blew ;
Pensils and pennons wide were flung,
To heaven the Border slogan rung,

"St Mary for the young Buccleuch !"

The English war-cry answered wide,

And forward bent each southern spear;

Each Kendal archer made a stride,

*

Lyke-wake, the watching a corpse previous to interment,