This youth, though still a royal ward,[139]
Risk’d life and land to be my guard,
And through the passes of the wood
Guided my steps, not unpursued;
And Roderick shall his welcome make,
Despite old spleen,[140] for Douglas’ sake.
Then must he seek Strath-Endrick glen,
Nor peril aught for me agen.”
XXVII.
Sir Roderick, who to meet them came,