But he had left seeds of bitter anger behind him in the camp of the proud clan he had quitted.
Some of the Lowland officers warned him of his danger, and Evan Dhu, the Chief's foster-brother—who, ever since the visit to the cave had taken a liking to Edward—waited for him secretly in a shady place and bade him beware. The truth was that the Clan Mac-Ivor had taken it into their heads that Edward had somehow slighted their Lady Flora. They saw that the Chief's brow was dark against Edward, and therefore he became all at once fair game for a bullet or a stab in the dark.
And the first of these was not long in arriving.
And here (I concluded) is the end of the fifth tale.
"Go on—oh—go on!" shouted all the four listeners in chorus; "we don't want to play or to talk, just now. We want to know what happened."
"Very well, then," said I, "then the next story shall be called 'Black Looks and Bright Swords.'"
Carrying out which resolve we proceeded at once to the telling of