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and watched the tall figure swinging away over the broken ground. The air seemed full of the blare of trumpets, the stamping of horses, the clangour of steel trappings. The girl's eyes kindled. She drew her breath in sharp, excited gasps.
1 Now, mother," she said, wheeling round to where the old woman stood, her gaze resting so earnestly upon her that it might almost have scorched her by its fiery intensity.
" Thou hast no fear, daughter ? '
" I know not the meaning of the word ! ' cried Lillyard. " My heart is yonder. Where my heart is, there would my arm be ! '
- Then come, child, come. Thou art of the right
stuff ; and I will never hold thee back. Go, and may the God of battles be with thee, and give thee part in the glory of victory ! '
A short time later there emerged from that cottage
a goodly youth in the Gordon kilt, and with all the weapons that a Highland lad carries with him into the battle. The bonnet was set upon a mass of tawny floating curls, and the great grey eyes were full of fire and light.
Lillyard's great beauty was well known throughout the district. " Fair Maid Lillyard ' had been the sobriquet ever since she had been a child. There was something almost dazzling in her aspect to-day, as she stood for a moment in the glory of the golden sun-