XXIV.
The vale with loud applauses rang,
The Ladies’ Rock[311] sent back the clang.
The King, with look unmoved, bestow’d
A purse well fill’d with pieces broad.
Indignant smiled the Douglas proud,
And threw the gold among the crowd,
Who now, with anxious wonder, scan,
And sharper glance, the dark gray man;
Till whispers rose among the throng,
That heart so free, and hand so strong,
Must to the Douglas blood belong;
The old men mark’d, and shook the head,
To see his hair with silver spread,
And wink’d aside, and told each son
Of feats upon the English done,
Ere Douglas of the stalwart hand
Was exiled from his native land.
The women praised his stately form,
Though wreck’d by many a winter’s storm;
The youth with awe and wonder saw
His strength surpassing nature’s law.
Thus judged, as is their wont, the crowd,
Till murmur rose to clamors loud.
But not a glance from that proud ring
Of peers who circled round the King,
With Douglas held communion kind,
Or call’d the banish’d man to mind;
No, not from those who, at the chase,
Once held his side the honor’d place,
Begirt[312] his board, and, in the field,
Found safety underneath his shield;
For he, whom royal eyes disown,
When was his form to courtiers known!