Chapter 37
THE CUTTER Some days passed during which Malcolm contrived that no one should see him: he stole down to his grandfather's early in the morning, and returned to his own room at night. Duncan told the people about that he was not very well, but would be all better in a day or two. It was a time of jubilation to the bard, and he cheered his grandson's retirement with music, and with wild stories of highland lochs and moors, chanted or told. Malcolm's face was now much better, though the signs of the blow were still plain enough upon it, when a messenger came one afternoon to summon him to the marquis's presence. "Where have you been sulking all this time?" was his master's greeting. "I havena been sulkin', my lord," answered Malcolm. "Yer lordship tauld me to haud oot o' the gait till I w
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