"Gone to a warmer climate than Scotland," said Ichabod spitefully.
"Sir George of Rosehaugh?"
"He is gone where he cannot assist thee."
"Where is old Colin of Balcarris?"
"Fled no one knows whither."
"Where, then, is old Sir Robert of Glenae?"
"Gone to his last account with other persecutors."
"All then are dead or in exile, and none is left to be a friend to the poor cavalier."
"Save one," said Ichabod, pointing upward.
"True, true," replied Walter, and covering his face with his hands he stooped over the table and prayed intently.