Held forth the Cross besmear’d with blood:
“The muster-place is Lanrick mead;
Speed forth the signal! clansmen, speed!”
XVIII.
Angus, the heir of Duncan’s line,
Sprung forth and seized the fatal sign.
In haste the stripling to his side
His father’s dirk and broadsword tied;
But when he saw his mother’s eye
Watch him in speechless agony,