CHAPTER THE SEVENTEENTH.
I’ll seek for other aid—Spirits, they say,
Flit round invisible, as thick as motes
Dance in the sunbeam. If that spell
Or necromancer’s sigil can compel them,
They shall hold council with me.
JAMES DUFF.
The reader’s attention must be recalled to Halbert Glendinning, who had left the Tower of Glendearg immediately after his quarrel with its new guest, Sir Piercie Shafton. As he walked with a rapid pace up the glen, Old Martin followed him, beseeching him to be less hasty.
“Halbert,” said the old man, “you will never live to have white hair, if you take fire thus at every spark of provocation.”
“And why should I wish it, old man,” said Halbert, “if I am to be the butt that every fool may aim a shaft of scorn against?—What avails it, old man, that you yourse
