Historical romance of the youth of John Faa or Silver Sand, "Lord and Earl of Little Egypt," gentleman and gypsy.
be glad to follow in your wake! The King is great for things hereditary, so long as these concern the Crown, but he mislikes the hereditary sheriffs because they will not always do his bidding. It is a sad thing to be afflicted with a conscience in these times. I know not where the Agnews got theirs--perhaps they brought it with them from France. Ah, if only I were like John Dalrymple, whom my lord his father calls the chameleon, so quickly does he change his colour."
"Sir Andrew," said Silver Sand, "I wager that you and I by laying our heads together can turn most corners of this crooked way by which we are sent athwart the world. A gipsy is not born with any conscience, and if I had suchlike it must have been gotten from my mother who was not of the blood of Egypt,"
Sir Andrew looked puzzled, as if a remembrance he could not locate pricked him.
But the young man only smiled and whistled a wellknown tune--the Ballad of John Faa.
"The gypsies cam' to Cassillis yett,