Doune

Okay.

Um, so we've got, you know, Doune, Callander-

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... um, Dunblane.

"My mother?" he exclaimed.

"Then what in the name of heaven are you doing here and alone, so far from Methven?" "We came from Methven yesterday to her ladyship's castle of Doune." "Then her ladyship must have come to a very sudden resolution to travel, for the constable of Doune is in my hunting party, and I'll swear he expected no visitors." "My gracious lady did not wish Stewart the constable to expect her, nor does she now desire his knowledge of her presence in the castle.

She commanded me to ask your majesty to request the constable to remain in Stirling, where she understands he spends most of his time.

She begs your majesty to come to her with all speed and secrecy." "I wonder what is wrong now," mused the king.

"I was speaking to myself rather than to you, but I may add that I am ready to go anywhere if you are to be my guide.

Lend me your hand and spring up here behind me.

We will gallop to Doune at once." The young woman drew back a step or two.

"No, no," she said.