Malcolm.

And when the roads parted, and Drummond and his escort had to turn
towards Berwick, while Malcolm took the path to the monastery, it was the
younger who was the stronger and more resolute of the two; for Patrick
could neither reconcile himself to peril the boy, who had always been his
anxious trust, nor to return to the King without him; and yet no one who
loved Lilias could withhold him from his quest.

Malcolm did not immediately speed to the monastery on taking leave of
Patrick. He stood first to watch the armour flashes gradually die away,
and the little troop grow smaller to his eye, across the brown moor, till
they were entirely out of sight, and he himself left alone. Then he
knelt by a bush of gorse, told his beads, and earnestly entreated
direction and aid for himself, and protection for his sister; and when
the sun grew so low as to make it time for a wanderer to seek harbour, he
stained and daggled his gown in the mire and water of a peat-moss, so as
to destroy its Oxford gloss, took a book in his hand, and walked towards
the monastery, reciting Latin verses in the sing-song tone then
universally followed.

As he came among the fields, he saw that the peasants, and lay brethren
who had been working among them, were returning, some from sowing, others
from herding the cattle, which they drove before them to the byre within
the protecting wall of the monastery.

A monk--with a weather-beaten face and athletic figure, much like a
farmer's of the present day--overtook him, and hailed him with
'_Benedicite_, you there and welcome to your clerkship! Are you coming
for supper and bed in the convent?'

Malcolm knew good-natured Brother Nicolas, and kept his hood well over
his face after the first salutation; though he felt confident that Lord
Malcolm could hardly be recognized in the begging scholar, as he made
reply, '_Salve, reverende frater. Venio de Lutetia Parisiorum_.' {1}

'Whisht with your Latin, laddie,' said the brother. 'Speak out, if
you've a Scots tongue in your head, and have not left it in foreign
parts.'

'For bed and board, holy father, I shall be most thankful,' replied
Malcolm.

'That's more like it,' said the brother, who acted as a kind of farming
steward, and was a hearty, good-natured gossip. 'An' what's the name of
ye?'

He gave his real Christian name; and added that he came from Glenuskie,
where the good Tutor of Glenuskie had been kind enough to notice him.

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