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Although the child was led away,
In Branksome still he seemed to stay,
For so the dwarf his part did play;
And, in the shape of that young boy,
He wrought the castle much annoy.
The comrades of the young Buccleuch
He pinched, and beat, and overthrew;
Nay, some of them he well nigh slew.
He tore Dame Maudlin's silken tire,
And, as Sym Hall stood by the fire,
He lighted the match of his bandelier,"
And woefully scorched the hackbutteer."
It may be hardly thought or said,
The mischief that the urchin made,
Till many of the castle guessed,
That the young baron was possessed

XXII.

Well Iween, the charm he held
The noble Ladye had soon dispelled;
But she was deeply besied then
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,
Perchance he in the book had read;

Bandelier, belt for carrying ammunition: + Hackbutteer, musketeer

But the broken lance in his bosom stood,
And it was earthly steel and wood.

XXIII.

She drew the splinter from the wound,
And with a charm she stanch'd the blood;
She bade the gash be cleansed and bound;
No longer by his couch she stood;
But she has ta'en the broken lance,
And washed it from the clotted gore,
And salved the splinter o'er and o'er.
William of Deloraine, in trance,
Whene'er she turned it round and round,
Twisted, as if she galled his wound.
Then to her maidens she did say,
That he should be whole man and sound,
Within the course of a night and day.
Full long she toiled; for she did rue
Mishap to friend so stout and true.

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E’en the rude watu- ~ * * * * *
Enjoyed and blessed the so ov. -
Far more fair Margaret loved as:' ' 'essed,
The hour of silence and of rest.
On the high turret sitting lone,
She waked at times the lute's soft tone;

Touched a wild note, and all between
Thought of the bower of hawthorn's green.
Her golden hair streamed free from band,
Her fair cheek rested on her hand,
Her blue eye sought the west afar,
For lovers love the western star.

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Isyon the star, o'er Penchryst Pen,
That rises slowly to her ken,
And, spreading broad its wavering light,
Shakes its loose tresses on the night?
Is yon red glare the western star –
O, 'tis the beacon blaze of war !
Scarce could she draw her tightened breatly,
For well she knew the fire of death!

XXVI.

The warder viewed it blazing strong,
And blew his war note loud and long,
Till, at the high and haughty sound,
Rock, wood, and river, rang around.
The blast alarmed the festal hall,
And startled forth the warriors all;
Far downward, in the castle-yard,
Full many a torch and cresset glared;
And helms and plumes, confusedly tessed,
Were in the blaze half-seen, half-lost;
And spears in wild disorder shook,
Like reeds beside a * brook.

XXVII.

The Seneschal, whose silver hair
Was reddened by the torches' glare,
Stood in the midst, with gesture proud,
And issued forth his mandates loud,
“On Penchryst glows a bale" of fire,
And three are kindling on Priesthaughswire;

Ride out, ride out,

The foe to scout !
Mount, mount, for Branksome, fevery man
Thou, Todrig, warn the Johnstone clan,

That ever are true and stout.—
Ye need not send to Liddesdale;
For, when they see the blazing bale,
Elliots and Armstrongs never fail.—
Ride, Alton, ride, for death and life!
And warn the warden of the strife.
Young Gilbert, let our beacon blaze,
Our kin, and clan, and friends, to raise.”

XXVIII.

Fair Margaret, from the turret head,

Heard, far below, the coursers' tread,
While loud the harness rung,

As to their seats, with clamour dread,
The ready horsemen sprung;

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t Mount for Branksome was the gathering word of toe Scotts,

And trampling hoofs, and iron coats,
And leaders' voices, mingled notes,
And out! and out!
In hasty route,
The horsemen galloped forth;
Dispersing to the south to scout,
And east, and west, and north,
To view their coming enemies,
And warn their vassals, and allies.

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The ready page, with hurried hand, Awaked the need-fire's "slumbering brand,

And ruddy blushed the heaven: For a sheet of flame, from the turret high, Waved like a bloodflag on the sky,

All flaring and uneven; And soon a score of fires, I ween, From height, and hill, and cliff, were seen; Each with warlike tidings fraught; Each from each the signal caught; Each after each they glanced to sight, As stars arise upon the night. They gleamed on many a dusky tarn," Haunted by the lonely earn,t On many a cairn's gray pyramid, Where urns of mighty chiefs lie hid;

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