e to find, but hitherto had not met. The Gascon's vaunt
was now changed; but shame supplied the place of courage, and he ordered
his men to receive Douglas's attack. Sir James assiduously sought his
enemy. He at last succeeded; and a single combat ensued, of a most
desperate character. But who ever escaped the arm of Douglas when fairly
opposed to him in single conflict? Cailon was killed; he had met the
Black Knight at last.

"So much," cried Sir James, "for the vaunt of a Gascon!"

Similar in every respect to the fate of Cailon, was that of Sir Ralph
Neville. He, too, on hearing the great fame of Douglas's prowess, from
some of Gallon's fugitive soldiers, openly boasted that he would fight
with the Scottish Knight, if he would come and show his banner before
Berwick. Sir James heard the boast and rejoiced in it. He marched to
that town, and caused his men to ravage the country in front of the
battlements, and burn the villages. Neville left Berwick with a strong
body of men; and, stationing himself on a high ground, waited till the
rest of the Scots should disperse to plunder; but Douglas called in his
detachment and attacked the knight. After a desperate conflict, in which
many were slain, Douglas, as was his custom, succeeded in bringing the
leader to a personal encounter, and the skill of the Scottish knight was
again successful. Neville was slain, and his men utterly discomfited.

Having retired one night to his tent to take some rest after so much pain
and toil, Sir James Douglas was surprised by the reappearance of the old
woman whom he had seen at Linthaughlee.

"This is the feast o' St. James," said she, as she approached him. "I
said I would see ye again this nicht, an' I'm as guid's my word. Hae ye
returned the arrows I left wi' ye to the English wha sent them to the
hearts o' my sons?"

"No," replied Sir James. "I told ye I did not fight with the bow.
Wherefore do ye importune me thus?"

"Give me back the arrows then," said the woman.

Sir James went to bring the quiver in which he had placed them. On
taking them out, he was surprised to find that they were all broken
through the middle.

"How has this happened?" said he. "I put these arrows in this quiver
entire, and now they are broken."

"The weird is fulfilled!" cried the old woman, laughing eldrichly, and
clapping her hands. "That broken shaft cam' frae a soldier o'
Richmont's; that frae ane o' Cailon's, and that frae ane o'