What clatter is that in the courtyard?"
"Just Bucklaw bringing out the horses," said Caleb, after a glance
through the window, "as if there werena men eneugh in the castle, or as
if I couldna serve the turn of ony o' them that are out o' the gate."
"Alas! Caleb, we should want little if your ability were equal to your
will," replied the Master.
"And I hope your lordship disna want that muckle," said Caleb; "for,
considering a' things, I trust we support the credit of the family as
weel as things will permit of,--only Bucklaw is aye sae frank and sae
forward. And there he has brought out your lordship's palfrey, without
the saddle being decored wi' the broidered sumpter-cloth! and I could
have brushed it in a minute."
"It is all very well," said his master, escaping from him and descending
the narrow and steep winding staircase which led to the courtyard.
"It MAY be a' very weel," said Caleb, somewhat peevishly; "but if your
lordship wad tarry a bit, I will tell you what will NOT be very weel."
"And what is that?" said Ravenswood, impatiently, but stopping at the
same time.
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