It is thought he has returned to the King at Oxford for further instructions."
"Returned!" said Allan, with a scornful laugh; "I could tell ye, but it is not worth my while; ye will know soon enough."
"By my honour, Allan," said Lord Menteith, "you will weary out your friends with this intolerable, froward, and sullen humour—But I know the reason," added he, laughing; "you have not seen Annot Lyle to-day."
"Whom did you say I had not seen?" said Allan, sternly.
"Annot Lyle, the fairy queen of song and minstrelsy," said Lord Menteith.
"Would to God I were never to see her again," said Allan, sighing, "on condition the same weird were laid on you!"
"And why on me?" said Lord Menteith, carelessly.
"Because," said Allan, "it is written in your forehead, that you are to be the ruin
