The king entered the house with Marjory, while Archie, with his band, rejoined the rest of his party, who were still with the king.  After having seen that the wants of those who had accompanied him had been supplied he returned to the royal quarters.  The king met him at the door, and said, with a merry smile on his face: 

“I fear me, Sir Archie, that all my good advice with regard to Mistress Mary Kerr has been wasted, and that you are resolved to make this Highland damsel, the niece of my arch enemy Alexander of Lorne, your wife.”

“If she will have me,” Archie said stoutly, “such assuredly, is my intent; but of that I know nothing, seeing that, while she was under my protection, it would have been dishonourable to have spoken of love; and I know nought of her sentiments toward me, especially seeing that she herself did not, as I had hoped, send for me to come to her aid, and was indeed mightily indignant that another should have done so in her name.”

“Poor Sir Archie!” the king laughed.  “Though a man, and a valorous one in stature and in years, you are truly but a boy yet in these matters.  It needed but half an eye to see by the way she turned pale and red when you spoke to her that she loves you.  Now look you, Sir Archie,” he went on more seriously; “these are troubled days, and one knows not what a day may bring forth.  Graham’s tower is neither strong nor safe, and the sooner this Mistress Marjory of yours is safely in your stronghold of Aberfilly the better for both of you, and for me also, for I know that you will be of no more good to me so long as your brain is running on her.  Look you now, she is no longer under your protection, and your scruples on that head are therefore removed; best go in at once and ask her if she will have you.  If she says, ‘Yes,’ we will ride to Glasgow tomorrow or next day.  The bishop shall marry you, and I myself will give you your bonny bride.  This is no time for wasting weeks with milliners and mantua makers.  What say you?”

“Nothing would more surely suit my wishes, sire,” Archie said; “but I fear she will think me presumptuous.”

“Not a bit of it,” the king laughed.  “Highland lassies are accustomed to sudden wooing, and I doubt not that when she freed you last autumn from Dunstaffnage her mind was just as much made up as yours is as to the state of her heart.  Come along, sir.”

So saying, the king passed his arm through that of Archie, and drew him into the house.  In the room which they entered Marjory was sitting with Lady Graham.  Both rose as the king entered.

“My Lady Graham,” the king said, “this my good and faithful knight Sir Archie Forbes, whose person as well as repute is favourably known to you, desires to speak alone with the young lady under your protection.  I may say he does so at my special begging, seeing that at times like these the sooner matters are put in a straight course the better.  Will you let me lead you to the next room while we leave the young people together?”