Lockwood Castle, the residence of the family of Annandale, was very beautifully situated, and commanded a very extensive prospect. It must have been a place of great strength, having had prodigiously thick walls, and being surrounded with impassable bogs and morasses. It was this circumstance that made James the sixth to say, that "The man who built Lockwood, though outwardly honest, must have been a knave in his heart."
"This fatal battle," which we have now detailed, "was followed by a long feud, attended with all the circumstances of horror proper to a barbarous age."[11]
One day David having returned from an excursion on horseback, he said to his brother, who had declined riding out with him, "The weather has proved very favourable, though the morning lowered."
"Have you rode far?" inquired Robert.
"I have been with old Davie Maxwell, not farther."
"Ay," rejoined Robert, "but far enough, I dare swear, to relieve the needy carl's wants."
"I did so, certainly," said David—"what then?"
"And more the fool you for doing so," remonstrated Robert. "Now," added he, "there is not a man in Scotland, from Skye to Solway Firth, that would have done so but yourself!"
"And that," rejoined David, "was the very reason that I did it!"