Ellen saw ‘unarmed’ Lochinvar alighting from his horse, through the window. She knew he had come to ask for her hand. Her father hated Lochinvar. Tonight, she would have to choose between her father and Lochinvar. Lochinvar entered the Netherby hall. Ellen’s father stood up, with his hand gripping his sword. Lochinvar boldly looked into … Continue reading Lochinvar and Ellen