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to report to the natives from another world； and that world the hateful England； which as a Scotsman he was bound to abhor。 Had it been France； it had been endurable； but praise of English habits was mere disloyalty； and yet； whenever Patrick tried to throw in a disparaging word； he found himself met with a quiet superiority such as he had believed no knight in Scotland could assume with him； and still it was neither brow…beating nor insolence； nothing that could give offence。
Malcolm begged to know whether there had not been a rare good poet in England； called Chaucer。 Verily there had been； said the knight； and on a little solicitation； so soon as supper was over； he recited to the eager and delighted auditors the tale of patient Grisel； as rendered by Chaucer； calling forth eager comments from both Patrick and Lily； on the unknightliness of the Marquis。 Malcolm； however； added； 'Yet； after all； she was but a mere peasant wench。'
'What makes that； young Sir？' replied Sir James gravely。 'I would have you to know that the husband's rank is the wife's； and the more unequal were their lot before； the more is he bound to respect her； and to make her be respected。'
'That may be； after the deed is done；' said Sir David； in a warning voice； 'but it is not well that like should not match with like。 Many an evil have I seen in my time； from unequal mating。'
'And； Sir；' eagerly exclaimed Patrick； 'no doubt you can gainsay the slander； that our noble King has been caught in the toils of an artful Englishwoman； and been drawn in to promise her a share in his crown。'
A flush of crimson flamed forth on Sir James Stewart's cheeks； and his tawny eye glanced with a fire like red lightning； but he seemed； as it were； to be holding himself in； and answered with a voice forcibly kept low and calm； and therefore the more terribly stern； 'Young Sir； I warn you to honour your future queen。'
Sir David made a gesture with his hand； enforcing restraint upon his son； and turning to Sir James； said； 'Our queen will we honour； when such she is； Sir； but if you are returning to the King； it were well that he should know that our hot Scottish bloods； here； could scarce brook an English alliance； and certainly not one beneath his birth。'
'The King would answer； Sir；' returned Sir James； haughtily； but with recovered command over himself； 'that it is for him to judge whom his subjects shall brook as their queen。 Moreover；' he added； in a different and more conciliatory voice； 'Scotsmen must be proud indeed who disdain the late King's niece； the great…granddaughter of King Edward III。； and as noble and queenly a demoiselle as ever was born in a palace。'
'She is so very fair； then？' said Lilies； who was of course on the side of true love。 'You have seen her； gentle Sir？ Oh； tell us what are her beauties？'
'Fair damsel；' said Sir James； in a much more gentle tone； 'you forget that I am only a poor prisoner； who have only now and then viewed the lady Joan Beaufort with distant reverence； as destined to be my queen。 All I can tell is； that her walk and bearing mark her out for a throne。'
'And oh！' cried Malcolm； 'is it not true that the King hath composed songs and poems in her honour？'
'Pah！' muttered Patrick； 'as though the King would be no better than a wandering minstrel rhymester！'
'Or than King David！' dryly said Sir James。
'It is true； then； Sir；' exclaimed Lilias。 'He doth verily add minstrelsy to his other graces？ Know you the lines； Sir？ Can you sing them to us？ Oh； I pray you。'
'Nay； fair maid；' returned Sir James； 'methinks I might but add to the scorn wherewith Sir Patrick is but too much inclined to regard the captive King。'
'A captive； a captiveay； minstrelsy is the right solace for a captive；' said Patrick； 'at least； so they say and sing。 Our king will have better work when he gains his freedom。 Only there will come before me a subtilty I once saw in jelly and blanc…mange； at a banquet in France； where a lion fell in love with a hunter's daughter； and let her； for love's sake； draw his teeth and clip his claws； whereupon he found himself made a sport for her father's hounds。'
'I promise you； Sir Patrick；' replied the guest； 'that the Lady Joan is more hike to send her Lion forth from the hunter's toils； with claws and teeth fresh…whetted by the desire of honour。
'But the laythe hay； Sir；' entreated Lilias； 'who knows that it may not win Patrick to be the Lady Joan's devoted servant？ Malcolm； your harp！'
Malcolm had already gone in quest of the harp he loved all the better for the discouragement thrown on his gentle tastes。
The knight leant back； with a pensive look softening his features as he said； after a little consideration； 'Then； fair lady； I will sing you the song made by King James； when he had first seen the fair mistress of his heart； on the slopes of Windsor； looking from his chamber window。 He feigns her to be a nightingale。'
'And what is that； Sir？' demanded Lilias。 'I have heard the word in romances； and deemed it a kind of angel that sings by night。'
'It is a bird； sister；' replied Malcolm； 'Philomel； that pierces her breast with a thorn； and sings sweetly even to her death。'
'That's mere minstrel leasing； Malcolm；' said Patrick。 'I have both seen and heard the bird in FranceRossignol； as we call it there； and were I a lady； I should deem it small compliment to be likened to a little russet…backed； homely fowl such as that。'
'While I；' replied the prisoner； 'feel so much with your fair sister； that nightingales are a sort of angels that sing by night； that it pains me； when I think of winning my freedom； to remember that I shall never again hear their songs answering one another through the forest of Windsor。'
Patrick shrugged his shoulders； but Lilias was so anxious to hear the lay； that she entreated him to be silent； and Sir James； with a manly mellow voice； with an exceedingly sweet strain in it； and a skill； both of modulation and finger； such as showed admirable taste and instruction； poured forth that beautiful song of the nightingale at Windsor； which commences King James's story of his love； in his poem of the King's Quhair。
There was an eager pressing round to hear； and not only were Lilias and Malcolm； but old Sir David himself； much affected by the strain； which the latter said put him in mind of the days of King Robert III。； which； sad as they were； now seemed like good old times； so much worse was the present state of affairs。 Sir James； however； seemed anxious to prevent discussion of the verses he had sung； and applied to Malcolm to give a specimen of his powers： and thus； with music； ballad； and lay； the evening passed away； till the parting cup was sent round； and the Tutor of Glenuskie and Malcolm marshalled their guest to the apartment where he was to sleep； in a wainscoted box bedstead； and his two attendant squires； a great iron…gray Scot and a rosy honest…faced Englishman； on pallets on the floor。
In the morning he went on his journey； but not without an invitation to rest there again on his way back； whether with or without his ransom。 He promised to come； saying that he should gladly bear to the King the last advi