Lest they come with sword and brand.

   "But bid her, rather than house or land,

    Take heed of that cup of grace,

   Which King Henry gave to our ancestor,

    The '

     Luck

    ' of our noble race.

   "Bid her bury it deep at dead of night,

    That no eye its hiding see.

   Now do mine errand, Sir William,

    As thou wouldst prosperous be!"

   Sir William stayed nor for cloud nor shrine,

    He stayed not for rest nor bait,

   Till he saw the far gleam on Esk's broad stream,

    And Muncaster's Castle gate.

   "From whence art thou in such fearful haste?"

    The warder wondering said;

   "Hast thou 'scaped alone from the bloody fight,

    And the field of the gory dead?"

   "I am not from the bloody fight,

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