XXVIII. Fair Margaret, from the turret head, Heard, far below, the coursers' tread, As to their seats, with clamour dread, And trampling hoofs, and iron coats, And out! and out! In hasty route, The horsemen galloped forth; ; Dispersing to the south to scout, And east, and west, and north, To view their coming enemies, XXIX. The ready page, with hurried hand, * Awaked the need-fire's slumbering brand, * Need-fire, beacon. And ruddy blushed the heaven: For a sheet of flame, from the turret high, Waved like a blood-flag on the sky, All flaring and uneven; And soon a score of fires, I ween, From height, and hill, and cliff, were seen; Each with warlike tidings fraught; Each from each the signal caught; Each after each they glanced to sight, As stars arise upon the night. They gleamed on many a dusky tarn, * And Lothian heard the Regent's order, That all should bowne | them for the Border. * Tarn, a mountain lake. † Earn, a Scottish eagle. XXX. The livelong night in Branksome rang The ceaseless sound of steel; The castle-bell, with backward clang, Was frequent heard the heavy jar, Were piled on echoing keep and tower, Blood-hound and ban-dog yelled within. XXXI. The noble Dame, amid the broil, Shared the gray Seneschal's high toil, And spoke of danger with a smile; Cheered the young knights, and council sage Held with the chiefs of riper agê. No tidings of the foe were brought, Nor of his numbers knew they ought, Nor in what time the truce he sought. Some said, that there were thousands ten; And others weened that it was nought But Leven Clans, or Tynedale men, Who came to gather in black mail;* Might drive them lightly back agen. CEASED the high sound-the listening throng Applaud the Master of the Song; And marvel much, in helpless age, So hard should be his pilgrimage. * Protection-money exacted by free-booters. G Had he no friend—no daughter dear, His wandering toil to share and cheer; And guide him on the rugged way?— In solemn measure, soft and slow, 5 |