What deem ye of my path waylaid?
My life given o’er to ambuscade?”—
“As of a meed to rashness due:
Hadst thou sent warning fair and true,—
I seek my hound, or falcon stray’d,
I seek, good faith,[284] a Highland maid,—
Free hadst thou been to come and go;
But secret path marks secret foe.
Nor yet, for this, even as a spy,
Hadst thou, unheard, been doom’d to die,