"Command me, sir, if a gentleman will take the aid o' a plain burgess body."
"I thank you, gudeman, and may have some right to ask it of you; for my father, old Sir John of that ilk, led the burgesses of Edinburgh, when King James marched his host to Falamuir."
"And your enemy——"
"Is Livingstone of Champfleurie."
"Captain of the queen's guard?"
"The same."
"An impudent varlet—a scurvy arquebussier, who poked his nose under my gudewife's hood nae further gane than three days ago, as she was coming frae the Mass, by the north door o' St. Giles; and he wi' the Lord Kilmaurs were coming, drunk as pipers, frae an ale-browster's booth in the Crames. I am your man; and you meet him——"
"At the Roman Rock."
"When?"
"Within five minutes by the dial."