"Rest easy, Maister John, I wrung the truth frae his deein" lips. It was Lord Nottingham, the English minister, wha feed him, the black-hearted devil. Livingstone had naethin" to do wi" the maitter, far less onybody--ye luved."
"Thank G.o.d, and you too, Jock, my faithful friend.... Tell Lady Dundee that my last thoughts were with her, and my last breath repeated her name.... For the rest, I have done what I could, according to my conscience.... May the Lord have mercy on my sins.... G.o.d save the King!"
So, after much strife and many sorrows, Claverhouse fell in the moment of victory, and pa.s.sed to his account.
THE END