The Lady of the lake . A Chieftains vengeance tlioii slialt , here all vantageless I stand,Armed like thyself with single brand;For this is Coilantogle thou must keep thee with thy sword. XIIT. The Saxon paused : I neer delayed,When foeman bade me draw my blade; THE COMBAT. 211 Nay more, brave Chief, I vowed thy death ; Yet sure thy fair and generous faith, And my deep debt for life preserved, A better meed have well deserved : Can nought but blood oar feud atone ? Are there no means ? — No, stranger, none! And hear, — to fire thy flagging zeal, — The Saxon cause rests on thy
The Lady of the lake . A Chieftains vengeance tlioii slialt , here all vantageless I stand,Armed like thyself with single brand;For this is Coilantogle thou must keep thee with thy sword. XIIT. The Saxon paused : I neer delayed,When foeman bade me draw my blade; THE COMBAT. 211 Nay more, brave Chief, I vowed thy death ; Yet sure thy fair and generous faith, And my deep debt for life preserved, A better meed have well deserved : Can nought but blood oar feud atone ? Are there no means ? — No, stranger, none! And hear, — to fire thy flagging zeal, — The Saxon cause rests on thy steel; For thus spoke Fate by prophet bred Between the living and the dead: * Who spills the foremost foemans life, His party conquers in the strife. Then, by my word, the Saxon said, The riddle is already read. Seek yonder brake beneath the cliff, — There lies Eed Murdoch, stark and stiff. Thus Eate hath solved her prophecy; Then yield to Fate, and not to me. To James at Stirling let us go, When, if thou wilt
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