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her. Why do all the brave men of Bute
fear her more than they would fear a band of armed Norsemen? She casts her spells upon
our kine so that they give no milk, and upon the fountains so that the clear drinking water
is turned rank and brown. Allan told me but yesternight that she rides over to Inch
Marnock in a boat that has neither sails nor oars, and that the ribs of the boat are of dead
men's bones."
Kenric smiled no more at Ailsa's fears; for, indeed, so great was the superstition of that
time, that deep in his heart he believed no less strongly than did Ailsa that Elspeth was
assuredly a witch.
"And what meant she by her warnings of an enemy in your father's castle?" added Ailsa.
"Little reck I that," returned Kenric, "for never lived man in all the Western Isles who had
so few enemies as my good father."

"Right so," said Ailsa. "But none the less, Elspeth is a most wise soothsayer, and you are
unwise if you heed not her warning. And now I mind me that on this very day, as I was
returning from matins, a great ship of twelve banks of oars came in from the west through
Kilbrannan Sound, and it let anchor in Scalpsie Bay. As I looked upon that ship three tall
warriors were brought ashore in a small boat, and, landing, they walked along the shore
towards Rothesay."
"Three tall warriors, say you?"
"Even so. Lulach the shepherd boy also saw them, and said that they were surely three of
King Hakon's men of the Northland. And Lulach was much afraid of them, and he fled
from their sight lest by chance they should learn that he was a Dane, and seek to carry
him off. But now, Kenric, I must away, for the night is coming on and you have far to go.
Yonder is Lulach driving home my father's kine. Go to him and he will tell you of these
strange men."
So Ailsa and Kenric bade each other goodnight, and Kenric sped lightly over the heather
to where the young shepherd was driving home the long-horned cattle.
CHAPTER II.
THE DARK FOREST OF BARONE.
When Lulach heard a shrill whistle from afar and saw Kenric, he tarried a while that the
cattle might begin to browse upon the lush grass that grew on the marshes beside the sea.
Then he went forth to meet him, and threw himself on his knees before him, for Lulach
was a thrall, and it was his custom thus to pay homage to the sons of the brave lord of
Bute.
"Rise, Lulach, rise!" said Kenric, speaking now in the Norse tongue that the lad might
better understand him. "And tell me, what manner of men were the three strangers you
saw landing in the bay of Scalpsie this forenoon?"
"They were men out of the North, my master. I heard them speaking in my own tongue,"
said Lulach, throwing back his long red hair that had fallen over his suntanned face.
"And were they men of peace?"
"I know not, my master; but much did I fear them, for never knew I a Norseman yet who
was not cruel to me; and seeing them I hid myself behind a rock."
"Cowardly hind! You are but fit to drive a herd of kine. Of what aspect were these men?"
"The one who led them was even as a king," said Lulach. "He was tall and strong, and his
footing was firm upon the heath. He wore a helm crested with a golden dragon, and a
great sword at his side. I thought that surely it was the Earl Hamish of Bute himself, for
were it not that the stranger's hair was of the colour of the fox's coat, never saw I a man
that more resembled your father."

"And his followers, what of them?"
"One was an aged man with a silver beard. The other might be his son. Ah, I wot they are
come for no good purpose, my master, for they landed when the tide was low, and that
bodes ill for Bute."
"Heaven forfend!" said Kenric, growing uneasy at the thought.
"And now," added he, loosing the dead birds from his girdle, "take me these grouse to the
abbey, and tell the good abbot that I come not to St. Blane's this night, but that I go home
to the castle to see who these strangers may be, and to learn their purpose."
But as Lulach was taking the game into his hands, he drew back and pointed with
trembling finger to the green path that led towards Rothesay.
"See!" he exclaimed, "there is ill luck before you! Turn back, my master, turn