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Nor doubt I aught, but, when they hear
This muster of the mountaineer,
Their pennons will abroad be flung,
Which else in Doune had peaceful hung."
"Free be they flung! for we were loath
Their silken folds should feast the moth.
Free be they flung! - as free shall wave
Clan-Alpine's pine in banner brave.
But, stranger, peaceful since you came,
Bewildered in the mountain-game,
Whence the bold boast by which you show
Vich-Alpine's vowed and mortal foe?"
" Warrior, but yester-morn I knew
Naught of thy Chieftain, Roderick Dhu,
Save as an outlawed desperate man,
The chief of a rebellious clan,
Who, in the Regent's court and sight,
With ruffian dagger stabbed a knight;
Yet this alone might from his part
Sever each true and loyal heart."

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Wrathful at such arraignment foul,
Dark lowered the clansman's sable scowl.
A space he paused, then sternly said,
"And heardst thou why he drew his blade?
Heardst thou that shameful word and blow
Brought Roderick's vengeance on his foe?
What recked the Chieftain if he stood
On Highland heath or Holy-Rood?
He rights such wrong where it is given,
If it were in the court of heaven."
"Still was it outrage; - yet, 'tis true,
Not then claimed sovereignty his due;
While Albany with feeble hand

Held borrowed truncheon of command,

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The young King, mewed in Stirling tower,
Was stranger to respect and power.
But then, thy Chieftain's robber life! -
Winning mean prey by causeless strife,
Wrenching from ruined Lowland swain
His herds and harvest reared in vain,
Methinks a soul like thine should scorn
The spoils from such foul foray borne."

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The Gael beheld him grim the while,
And answered with disdainful smile :
"Saxon, from yonder mountain high,
I marked thee send delighted eye
Far to the south and east, where lay,
Extended in succession gay,

Deep waving fields and pastures green,
With gentle slopes and groves between : -
These fertile plains, that softened vale,
Were once the birthright of the Gael;
The stranger came with iron hand,
And from our fathers reft the land.
Where dwell we now? See, rudely swell

Crag over crag, and fell o'er fell.
Ask we this savage hill we tread

For fattened steer or household bread,

Ask we for flocks these shingles dry,
And well the mountain might reply, -

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To you, as to your sires of yore,

Belong the target and claymore!

I give you shelter in my breast,

Your own good blades must win the rest.'

Pent in this fortress of the North,

Think'st thou we will not sally forth,

To spoil the spoiler as we may,

And from the robber rend the prey?

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Ay, by my soul! While on yon plain
The Saxon rears one shock of grain,
While of ten thousand herds there strays
But one along yon river's maze, —
The Gael, of plain and river heir,
Shall with strong hand redeem his share.
Where live the mountain Chiefs who hold
That plundering Lowland field and fold
Is aught but retribution true ?

Seek other cause 'gainst Roderick Dhu."

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Answered Fitz-James: "And, if I sought,
Think'st thou no other could be brought ?
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 strayed,
I seek, good faith, 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 doomed to die,
Save to fulfil an augury."

"Well, let it pass; nor will I now
Fresh cause of enmity avow,
To chafe thy mood and cloud thy brow.
Enough, I am by promise tied
To match me with this man of pride :
Twice have I sought Clan-Alpine's glen
In peace; but when I come again,
I come with banner, brand, and bow,
As leader seeks his mortal foe.

For love-lorn swain in lady's bower
Ne'er panted for the appointed hour,

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As I, until before me stand

This rebel Chieftain and his band!"

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"Have then thy wish!" - He whistled shrill,

And he was answered from the hill;
Wild as the scream of the curlew,

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From crag to crag the signal flew.
Instant, through copse and heath, arose
Bonnets and spears and bended bows;

On right, on left, above, below,
Sprung up at once the lurking foe;
From shingles gray their lances start,
The bracken bush sends forth the dart,
The rushes and the willow-wand

Are bristling into axe and brand,
And every tuft of broom gives life
To plaided warrior armed for strife.
That whistle garrisoned the glen
At once with full five hundred men,
As if the yawning hill to heaven
A subterranean host had given.
Watching their leader's beck and will,
All silent there they stood and still.
Like the loose crags whose threatening mass
Lay tottering o'er the hollow pass,
As if an infant's touch could urge
Their headlong passage down the verge,
With step and weapon forward flung,
Upon the mountain-side they hung.
The Mountaineer cast glance of pride

Along Benledi's living side,

Then fixed his eye and sable brow

These are Clan Alpine's warriors true;

Full on Fitz-James: "How say'st thou now?

And, Saxon, - I am Roderick Dhu!"

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Fitz-James was brave :

though to his heart

The life-blood thrilled with sudden start,
He manned himself with dauntless air,
Returned the Chief his haughty stare,
His back against a rock he bore,
And firmly placed his foot before : -
"Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base as soon as I."
Sir Roderick marked, - and in his eyes
Respect was mingled with surprise,
And the stern joy which warriors feel
In foeman worthy of their steel.

Short space he stood then waved his hand :

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Down sunk the disappearing band;
Each warrior vanished where he stood,
In broom or bracken, heath or wood;
Sunk brand and spear and bended bow,
In osiers pale and copses low;

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It seemed as if their mother Earth

Had swallowed up her warlike birth.
The wind's last breath had tossed in air

Pennon and plaid and plumage fair,

The next but swept a lone hillside,
Where heath and fern were waving wide:
The sun's last glance was glinted back

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The next, all unreflected, shone

On bracken green and cold gray stone.

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Fitz-James looked round, - yet scarce believed

The witness that his sight received ;

Such apparition well might seem

Delusion of a dreadful dream.

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