"Yea; but the letter must go to Angus."
"Doth the Lord Angus read?" asked Gray.
"A little; I saw him spelling over the legend on the castle gate."
"A letter!—and who will sign it?"
"I——"
"Thou! Borthwick;—fellow, thou laughest at us!"
"Under favour, Sir James, I never was more in earnest in my life. I will write, and sign it with the king's signature, and seal it with his seal, in such wise that not even he could detect the hand of a forger; then how much less the half-lettered Angus?"
"With the king's seal, say you?"
"His private signet, which I found this morning at the gate of St. Salvador's chapel, where the king must have dropped it, after mass."
"And this letter——"