“But one of our foemen, who was the tallest man my eyes have yet beheld, at last encountered my master.  He smote him a sorry cut upon his arm and bore down upon him so that he fell as dead.  Another man picked up the Thirsty Sword, as I could see, for his own had just been broken.  And knowing what manner of weapon it was, I made a great effort and slew the man who was pressing upon me.  Then I met him who now held my lord’s sword in his hands.  Scarce had he raised it against me when I snatched my dirk from my side and flung it at his throat, caught his hand, and, slaying him, rescued my lord’s weapon.

“By this time John Campbell had fallen under the hands of the other three men of Coll, and I alone was left, standing over the body of Earl Kenric, to defend it against the three warriors who now remained.  But as they came to assail me I fell down in a swoon beside my lord, and they wist that I was dead.

“Now when my wits returned to me I felt something move at my side, and then I saw that Earl Kenric was yet alive, and that he had but fallen from want of breath and strength.  Two score and nine brave men lay dead upon the heather.  In their midst, with their backs towards us, sat the three men of Coll, resting their limbs after that morning’s battle.

“My lord Kenric looked about him for his sword, not knowing that it was lying under my own frail body.  I could neither move nor give it to him, nor could I speak for the fear that the men would turn round and finish us.

“Earl Kenric boldly rose and went behind the men.  Ere he was two yards from them they stood up, and seeing him they spoke.  I know not what they said, for I understand not the Norse tongue, Master Allan, but the tall man went up to him, leaving his sword upon the heather, and took my lord up in his arms and carried him away.  The two others followed.  Then was I in a great agony of despair, thinking they meant to slay him by some terrible torture.  And I had not strength to save him.

“Not far had they gone when in the morning silence I heard the tinkling of a stream near by.  Thither I crept and took a draught of its cool water.  So much was my strength renewed by that blessed beverage, that I could have gone through that battle once again if so be I might save Earl Kenric’s life.

“I followed the three men to the castle.  They had left the bridge down and the gates open.  But scarcely had I got within when by the sounds I heard I knew that they were lowering my master into one of their dungeons.  I heard him cry aloud.  ‘Ah, had I but my sword!’ he cried in our own tongue.  And then his voice sounded low down in the depths, and though I knew he was yet alive and strong, yet I knew also that it was no easy task to rescue him from that place.

“Ere I reached the chamber wherein the dungeon opened out, the three men met me.  They had left their weapons outside.  Grasping my lord’s sword and calling upon Saint Columba, I assailed those three men in such wise that they soon lay dead at my feet; for they could not pass me.  ’Kenric, my lord Kenric!’ I cried aloud.  And I heard him answer my name.