In vain he never must require.
Then rest thee here till dawn of day;
Myself will guide thee on the way,
O’er stock and stone, through watch and ward,
Till past Clan-Alpine’s utmost guard,
As far as Coilantogle’s ford;
From thence thy warrant[275] is thy sword.”—
“I take thy courtesy, by Heaven,
As freely as ’tis nobly given!”—
“Well, rest thee; for the bittern’s cry