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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
But secret path marks secret foe.

Nor yet for this, even as a spy,

go;

Hadst thou, unheard, been doomed to die,
Save to fulfil an augury."

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"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

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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,
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

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Along Benledi's living side,

Then fixed his eye and sable brow

Full on Fitz-James: "How say'st thou now?
These are Clan Alpine's warriors true ;

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."

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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 :
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;
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
From spear and glaive, from targe and jack,-
The next, all unreflected, shone

On bracken green and cold

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gray stone.

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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Sir Roderick in suspense he eyed,
And to his look the Chief replied:
"Fear naught nay, that I need not say -
But doubt not aught from mine array.
Thou art my guest; - I pledged my word
As far as Coilantogle ford :

Nor would I call a clansman's brand
For aid against one valiant hand,
Though on our strife lay every vale
Rent by the Saxon from the Gael.

- I only meant

So move we on;
To show the reed on which you leant,
Deeming this path you might pursue
Without a pass from Roderick Dhu."

They moved; -I said Fitz-James was brave
As ever knight that belted glaive,

Yet dare not say that now his blood
Kept on its wont and tempered flood,
As, following Roderick's stride, he drew
That seeming lonesome pathway through,
Which yet by fearful proof was rife
With lances, that, to take his life,
Waited but signal from a guide,
So late dishonored and defied.
Ever, by stealth, his eye sought round
The vanished guardians of the ground,
And still from copse and heather deep
Fancy saw spear and broadsword peep,
And in the plover's shrilly strain
The signal whistle heard again.
Nor breathed he free till far behind
The pass was left; for then they wind
Along a wide and level green,
Where neither tree nor tuft was seen,

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Nor rush nor bush of broom was near,
To hide a bonnet or a spear.

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The Chief in silence strode before,

And reached that torrent's sounding shore,
Which, daughter of three mighty lakes,
From Vennachar in silver breaks,

Sweeps through the plain, and ceaseless mines
On Bochastle the mouldering lines,

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Where Rome, the Empress of the world,
Of yore her eagle wings unfurled.

And here his course the Chieftain stayed,
Threw down his target and his plaid,
And to the Lowland warrior said:
"Bold Saxon! to his promise just,
Vich-Alpine has discharged his trust.

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This murderous Chief, this ruthless man,
This head of a rebellious clan,

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Hath led thee safe, through watch and ward,
Far past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard.

Now, man to man, and steel to steel,

A Chieftain's vengeance thou shalt feel.

See, here all vantageless I stand,

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Armed like thyself with single brand;
For this is Coilantogle ford,

And thou must keep thee with thy sword."

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The Saxon paused: "I ne'er delayed,
When foeman bade me draw my blade;
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:

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