Summary

Historical Tales and Legends of the Highlands

The thought of what had occurred at Marrig disquieted his mind so much, that it almost became unhinged. Sleep, usually the sweet and refreshing balm to the weary traveller, left him to writhe on a sleepless pillow. No wonder, then, that the first peep of daylight found him in the neighbourhood of the old castle of Stornoway—then the seat and stronghold of the once famous Chief of Siol Thorcuil—sauntering on the sandy beach, and peering out into the placid blue water of the bay, in the hope of descrying some ship to take him away from the scene of his present sorrow.
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Historical Tales and Legends of the Highlands

Flora is no more his mother than I am. And, son Kenneth, I wish to give you some advice: don’t you go and fall in love with Flora—you might as well fall in love with the moon or the stars. Don’t you see she is some great lady, perhaps a princess, although now obliged to live in concealment. I expect little MacGabhar is her brother, and heir to some great lord. What we must do is to treat her with respect and kindness, and perhaps some day, if she gets her rights, you may be her servant, if she will accept your services.
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Historical Tales and Legends of the Highlands

Neither seemed inclined to disturb the drowsy stillness which reigned around them; and as they marched along, the owl’s screech voice assailed the vassal’s ear, proclaiming the ominous words, ‘man prepare to die,’ and ever and anon, when the glare of the chief’s dim lantern gleamed upon him, it exhibited to the unhappy victim the diabolical smile which grinned on his chief’s countenance at the proximity of such a feast of vengeance. At length they reached the castle, in the deep silence of midnight!
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