THE THIRSTY SWORD

A Story of the Norse Invasion of Scotland (1262-1263)

BY ROBERT LEIGHTON

CHAPTER I. THE WITCH OF BUTE.

CHAPTER II. THE DARK FOREST OF BARONE.

CHAPTER III. HOW EARL RODERIC SPILLED THE SALT.

CHAPTER IV. THE DARKENING HALL.

CHAPTER V. A TERRIBLE DISCOVERY.

CHAPTER VI. ALPIN'S VOW OF VENGEANCE.

CHAPTER VII. THE ARROW OF SUMMONS.

CHAPTER VIII. AN ERIACH FINE.

CHAPTER IX. THE ORDEAL BY BATTLE.

CHAPTER X. AASTA'S CURSE.

CHAPTER XI. THE SWORD OF SOMERLED.

CHAPTER XII. HOW KENRIC WAS MADE KING.

CHAPTER XIII. THE "WHITE LADY" OF THE MOUNTAIN.

CHAPTER XIV. IN SOLEMN ASSIZE.

CHAPTER XV. THE DOMINION OF THE WESTERN ISLES.

CHAPTER XVI. KENRIC BEFORE KING ALEXANDER.

CHAPTER XVII. HOW ALLAN REDMAIN KEPT WATCH.

CHAPTER XVIII. THE EXPEDITION TO THE ISLAND KINGS.

CHAPTER XIX. STORMING AN ISLAND STRONGHOLD.

CHAPTER XX. ALONE WITH DEATH.

CHAPTER XXI. HOW KENRIC MADE HIMSELF STRONG.

CHAPTER XXII. THE TWO SPIES.

CHAPTER XXIII. THE INVASION OF BUTE.

CHAPTER XXIV. THE SIEGE OF ROTHESAY CASTLE.

CHAPTER XXV. THE GREAT NORSE INVASION.

CHAPTER XXVI. A TRAITOR KNAVE.

CHAPTER XXVII. THE BATTLE OF LARGS.

CHAPTER XXVIII. AASTA'S SECRET MISSION.

CHAPTER XXIX. ELSPETH BLACKFELL.

CHAPTER XXX. THE BLACK FROST ON ASCOG MERE.

CHAPTER XXXI. THE LAST DREAD FIGHT.

CHAPTER I. THE WITCH OF BUTE.

"Ah, if only Kenric were here!"

It was on the evening of a bright day in June, in the year 1262,and a girl, clasping her hands in distress, walked restlessly toand fro on the bank of a stream that tinkled merrily along itsgravelly bed towards the sea. She, in her loose gown of graywoollen homespun and girdle of crimson silk, was then the onlyfigure to be seen for miles around. Far to the south were the bluemountains of Arran, and westward across the Sound were the brownhills of Kintyre, with the rosy light of the setting sun behindthem. The girl, shading her eyes from the strong light, looked overthe moorland towards the castle of Kilinory.

"If Kenric were but here!" she said again.

And as she turned to run to the stream, all suddenly she wasstartled by the sound of a heavy thud upon the heather at her feet.She looked round and saw that a large capercailzie had fallenthere. The bird was dead, and there was an arrow in its breast.

At the same moment there was a lusty shout of joy from among thetrees and a stalwart youth came boundi

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