The guide, abating of his pace,
Led slowly through the pass’s jaws,
And ask’d Fitz-James, by what strange cause
He sought these wilds, traversed by few,
Without a pass from Roderick Dhu.
IV.
“Brave Gael, my pass in danger tried,
Hangs in my belt, and by my side;
Yet, sooth to tell,” the Saxon said,
“I dreamt not now to claim its aid.