Unless the swifter I speed away, Short shrift will be at my dying day."— VIII Away in speed Lord Cranstoun rode; The Dwarf espied the Mighty Book! He thought not to search or stanch the wound, IX The iron band, the iron clasp, A sheeling seem a palace large, And youth seem age, and age seem youth- X He had not read another spell, From the ground he rose dismayed, There is a tradition, that friars were wont to come from Melrose, or Jedburgh, to baptize or marry in the parish of Unthank. As they carried the mass-book in their bosoms, these were called, by the inhabitants, "Book-a-bosomes." Glamour in the legends of Scottish superstition, means the magic power of imposing on the eyesight of the spectators, so that the appearance of an object shall be totally different from the reality. A shepherd's hut. The clasps, though smeared with Christian gora, He hid it underneath his cloak.- It was not given by man alive. XI Unwillingly himself he addressed, And, but that stronger spells were spread, He had laid him on her very bed. Whate'er he did of gramarye, Was always done maliciously; He flung the warrior on the ground, And the blood welled freshly from the wound. XII As he repassed the outer court, He spied the fair young child at sport: He was always for ill, and never for good, XIII He led the boy o'er bank and fell, Until they came to a woodland brook; He had crippled the joints of the noble child; Or, with his fingers long and lean, Had strangled him in fiendish spleen: But his awful mother he had in dread, And also his power was limited; u May. ▾ Magic. "It is a firm article of popular faith, that no enchantment can sub. sist in a living stream. Nay, if you can interpose a brook betwixt you and witches, speetres, or even fiends, you are in perfect safety. 1 Vile. So he but scowled on the startled child, And laughed, and shouted, "Lost! lost! lost!" XIV Full sore amazed at the wondrous change, And when at length, with trembling pace, Glare from some thicket on his way. XV And hark! and hark! the deep-mouthed bark Bursts on the path a dark blood-hound, His tawny muzzle tracked the ground, And his red eye shot fire. Soon as the wildered child saw he, He flew at him right furiouslie. I ween you would have seen with joy When, worthy of his noble sire, His wet cheek glowed 'twixt fear and ire; He faced the blood-hound manfully, And held his little bat on high; So fierce he struck, the dog, afraid, At cautious distance hoarsely bayed, But still in act to spring; When dashed an archer through the glade, But a rough voice cried, "Shoot not, ho7! XVI The speaker issued from the wood, Bewildered. Well could he hit a fallow deer Five hundred feet him fro'; With hand more true, and eye more clear, His coal-black hair, shorn round and close, Old England's sign, St. George's cross, His bugle-horn hung by his side, All in a wolf-skin baldric tied; And his short falchion, sharp and clear, XVII His kirtle, made of forest green, His buckler scarce in breadth a span, He never counted him a man Would strike below the knee; His slackened bow was in his hand, And the leash, that was his bloodhound's band. XVIII He would not do the fair child harm, 66 XIX "Yes, I am come of high degree, For I am the heir of bold Buccleuch; And, if thou dost not set me free, False Southron, thou shalt dearly rue! For Walter of Harden shall come with speed, Despite thy arrows, and thy bow, I'll have thee hanged to feed the crow!" XX "Gramercy, for thy good will, fair boy! • Imitated from Drayton's account of Robin Hood and his fol lowers. D But if thou art chief of such a clan, And art the son of such a man, Our wardens had need to keep good order: Thou'lt make them work upon the Border. ΧΧΙ Although the child was led away, That the young Baron was possessed! XXII Well I ween, the charm he held The noble Ladye had soon dispelled; To tend the wounded Deloraine. Much she wondered to find him lie, On the stone threshold stretched along; She thought some spirit of the sky Had done the bold moss-trooper wrong, Because, despite her precept dread, XXIII She drew the splinter from the wound, But she has ta'en the broken lance, Head-dress. b Belt for carrying ammunition. • Musketeer. |