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VIII.
Down from his horse did Marmion spring,
Soon as he saw the Lion King ;
For well the stately Baron knew,
To him such courtesy was due,
Whom royal James himself had crowned,
And on his temples placed the round

Of Scotland's ancient diadem;
And wet his brow with hallowed wine,
And on his finger gave to shine

The emblematic gem.
Their mutual greetings duly made,
The Lion thus his message said :-
“ Though Scotland's King hath deeply swore,
Ne'er to knit faith with Henry more,
And strictly hath forbid resort
From England to his royal court;
Yet, for he knows Lord Marmion's name,
And honours much his warlike fame,
My liege hath deemed it shame, and lack
Of courtesy, to turn him back ;

And, by his order, I, your guide,
Must lodging fit and fair provide,
Till finds King James meet time to see.
The flower of English chivalry.”

IX.

Though inly chafed at this delay,
Lord Marmion bears it as he may.
The Palmer, his mysterious guide,
Beholding thus his place supplied,

Sought to take leave in vain :
Strict was the Lion-King's command,
That none who rode in Marmion's band

Should sever from the train :
“ England has here enow of spies
In Lady Heron's witching eyes ;"
To Marchmount thus, apart, he said,
But fair pretext to Marmion made.
The right hand path they now decline,
And trace against the stream the Tyne.

. X. At length up that wild dale they wind,

Where Crichtoun-Castle crowns the bank ; .. For there the Lion's care assigned

A lodging meet for Marmion's rank.
That castle rises on the steep

Of the green vale of Tyne ;
And far beneath, where slow they creep
From pool to eddy, dark and deep,
Where alders moist, and willows weep,

You hear her streams repine.
The towers in different ages rose;
Their various architecture shows

The builders’ various hands ;
A mighty mass, that could oppose,
When deadliest hatred fired its foes,

The vengeful Douglas bands.

XI.
Crichtoun! though now thy miry court

But pens the lazy steer and sheep,
Thy turrets rude, and tottered Keep,

Have been the minstrel's loved resort. Oft have I traced within thy fort, ·' Of mouldering shields the mystic sense,

Scutcheons of honour, or pretence, Quartered in old armorial sort,

Remains of rude magnificence :
Nor wholly yet hath time defaced

Thy lordly gallery fair ;
Nor yet the stony cord unbraced,
Whose twisted knots, with roses laced,

Adorn thy ruined stair.
Still rises unimpaired below,
The court-yard's graceful portico;
Above its cornice, row and row,
Of fair hewn facets, richly show

Their pointed diamond form,
Though there but houseless cattle go

To shield them from the storm.
And, shuddering, still may we explore,

Where oft whilome were captives pent, The darkness of thy Massy More ; a

Or, from thy grass-grown battlement,
May trace, in undulating line,
The sluggish mazes of the Tyne.

XII. Another aspect Crichtoun shewed, As through its portal Marmion rode; But yet ’twas melancholy state Received him at the outer gate ; For none were in the castle then, But women, boys, or aged men. With eyes scarce dried, the sorrowing dame, To welcome noble Marmion, came; Her son, a stripling twelve years old, Proffered the Baron’s rein to hold; For each man, that could draw a sword, Had marched that morning with their lord,

The pit, or prison vault. See Note.'

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