Never had he been nearer to death than on that disastrous day, for the stroke had gone nigh to sever his head from his body. For the rest, William Douglas had the dark features of all his race, crisp, blue-black, wavy hair, and deep-brown eyes with a lion look in them. There was a singular likeness to the gait of that lord of beasts in his quick, padding strides and swift, sinuous motion.