And instant to his arms he sprung.
“Stand, or thou diest!—What, Malise?—soon
Art thou return’d from Braes of Doune.
By thy keen step and glance I know,
Thou bring’st us tidings of the foe.”—
(For while the Fiery Cross hied on,
On distant scout had Malise gone.)
“Where sleeps the Chief?” the henchman said.—
"Apart, in yonder misty glade;
To his lone couch I’ll be your guide."—