I must seek King Robert while I can.  There is a fire on my brain and heart, which will soon scorch up all memory but one; I must not wait till it has reached his words, and burned them up too—­oh, let us on at once;’ but the old man’s kindly words had not the effect I hoped, she only shook her head, and then, as if the horrible recollection of the past flashed back, a convulsive shuddering passed through her frame, and when she raised her face from her hand its marble rigidity had returned.”

“Alas! alas! poor sufferer,” exclaimed the princess, in heartfelt sorrow; “I fear indeed, if such things be, there is little hope of reason.  I would thou hadst conveyed her here, perchance the soothing and sympathy of one of her own sex had averted this evil.”

“T doubt, my kind Joan,” replied her husband; “thy words had such beneficial power before, because hope had still possession of her breast, she hoped to the very last, aye, even when she so madly went with thee to Edward; now that is over; hope is crushed, when despair has risen.  Thou couldst not have soothed; it would have been but wringing thy too kind heart, and exposing her to other and heightened evils.”  The princess looked up inquiringly.  “Knowest thou not Buchan hath discovered that his daughter remained with Nigel Bruce, as his engaged bride, at Kildrummie, and is even now seeking her retreat, vowing she shall repent with tears of blood her connection with a Bruce?”

“I did not indeed; how came this?”

“How, I know not, save that it was reported Buchan had left the court, on a mission to the convent where the Countess of Carrick and her attendants are immured, and in all probability learnt this important fact from them.  I only know that at the instant I entered the prisoner’s dungeon, Buchan was demanding, at the sword’s point, the place of her retreat, incited to the deadliest fury at Nigel’s daring avowal that Agnes was his wife.”

“Merciful heaven! and Agnes, what did she?”

“I know not, for I dared not, absolutely dared not look upon her face.  Her husband’s self-control saved her, for he stood and answered as calmly and collectedly as if indeed she were in the safety he declared; her father brushed by, nay, well-nigh stumbled over her, as he furiously quitted the dungeon, glared full at her, but knew her not.  But I dared not again bring her here, it was in too close vicinity with the king and her cruel father, for her present state of mind must have betrayed every disguise.”

“And thinkest thou he could have the heart to injure her, separated as she is by death from the husband of her love?”

“Aye, persecute her as he hath his wife and son.  Joan, I would rather lose my own right hand than that unhappy girl should fall into her father’s power.  Confinement, indeed, though it would add but little real misery to her present lot, yet I feel that with her present wild yearnings to rejoin the Bruce, to fulfil to the very utmost her husband’s will, it would increase tenfold the darkness round her; the very dread of her father would unhinge the last remaining link of intellect.”