"I did, Willie," she sobbed, as she covered her face.
"I have lain on many a field, lassie, where the rain of heaven and the wind of night swept over me—fields where the living could scarce be kenned frae the dead, yet I was never slain."
"But, oh," she urged, "Willie, never, never will ye ken——"
"I ken a'! They told you that I was dead, too, and graved in yonder kirk."
"They did, Willie dear—they did."
"Yet I am here before you. I came home to wed you, lassie, and to join my Lord Glencairn in the north, and to fight against this accursed Cromwell and his Puritans, but it maunna be," he added, sadly, in a hollow tone.
"Oh, leave me, Willie, leave me. If you should be seen wi' me——"
"Seen!" he exclaimed, with a bitter laugh.
"Oh, leave me; for what seek ye here?"
"But a lock o' your bonnie hair, lassie—a lock to lay beside my heart."