Walter Scott,
A Legend of Montrose
“ Argyle was silent, and looked upon his arm, which hung in a sash, owing to a fall which he had sustained in a preceding march. “It is true,” interrupted Ardenvohr, eagerly, “my Lord of Argyle, you are disabled from using either sword or pistol; you must retire on board the galleys—your life is precious to us as a head—your hand cannot be useful to us as a soldier.” “No,” said Argyle, pride contending with irresolution, “it shall never be said that I fled before Montrose; if I cannot fight, I will at least die in the midst of my children.” ”

