The Lady of the Lake eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 305 pages of information about The Lady of the Lake.

The Lady of the Lake eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 305 pages of information about The Lady of the Lake.

The Chief in silence strode before,
And reached that torrent’s sounding shore,
Which, daughter of three mighty lakes,
From Vennachar in silver breaks,
Sweeps through the plain, and ceaseless mines
On Bochastle the mouldering lines,
Where Rome, the Empress of the world,
Of yore her eagle wings unfurled. 
And here his course the Chieftain stayed,
Threw down his target and his plaid,
And to the Lowland warrior said: 
’Bold Saxon! to his promise just,
Vich-Alpine has discharged his trust. 
This murderous Chief, this ruthless man,
This head of a rebellious clan,
Hath led thee safe, through watch and ward,
Far past Clan-Alpine’s outmost guard. 
Now, man to man, and steel to steel,
A Chieftain’s vengeance thou shalt feel. 
See, here all vantageless I stand,
Armed like thyself with single brand;
For this is Coilantogle ford,
And thou must keep thee with thy sword.’

XIII.

The Saxon paused:  ’I ne’er delayed,
When foeman bade me draw my blade;
Nay more, brave Chief, I vowed thy death;
Yet sure thy fair and generous faith,
And my deep debt for life preserved,
A better meed have well deserved: 
Can naught but blood our feud atone? 
Are there no means?’—­’ No, stranger, none! 
And hear,—­to fire thy flagging zeal,—­
The Saxon cause rests on thy steel;
For thus spoke Fate by prophet bred
Between the living and the dead:” 
Who spills the foremost foeman’s life,
His party conquers in the strife."’
‘Then, by my word,’ the Saxon said,
“The riddle is already read. 
Seek yonder brake beneath the cliff,—­
There lies Red Murdoch, stark and stiff. 
Thus Fate hath solved her prophecy;
Then yield to Fate, and not to me. 
To James at Stirling let us go,
When, if thou wilt be still his foe,
Or if the King shall not agree
To grant thee grace and favor free,
I plight mine honor, oath, and word
That, to thy native strengths restored,
With each advantage shalt thou stand
That aids thee now to guard thy land.’

XIV.

Dark lightning flashed from Roderick’s eye: 
’Soars thy presumption, then, so high,
Because a wretched kern ye slew,
Homage to name to Roderick Dhu? 
He yields not, he, to man nor Fate! 
Thou add’st but fuel to my hate;—­
My clansman’s blood demands revenge. 
Not yet prepared?—­By heaven, I change
My thought, and hold thy valor light
As that of some vain carpet knight,
Who ill deserved my courteous care,
And whose best boast is but to wear
A braid of his fair lady’s hair.’  ’I thank thee,
Roderick, for the word! 
It nerves my heart, it steels my sword;
For I have sworn this braid to stain
In the best blood that warms thy vein. 
Now, truce, farewell! and, rush, begone!—­

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