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diff --git a/6407-h/6407-h.htm b/6407-h/6407-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..be66e2f --- /dev/null +++ b/6407-h/6407-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,22470 @@ +<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?> + +<!DOCTYPE html + PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" + "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd" > + +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" lang="en"> + <head> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8" /> + <title> + The Abbot, by Sir Walter Scott + </title> + <style type="text/css" xml:space="preserve"> + + body { margin:5%; background:#faebd0; text-align:justify} + P { text-indent: 1em; margin-top: .25em; margin-bottom: .25em; } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 15%; } + hr { width: 50%; text-align: center;} + .foot { margin-left: 20%; margin-right: 20%; text-align: justify; text-indent: -3em; font-size: 90%; } + blockquote {font-size: 97%; font-style: italic; margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%;} + .mynote {background-color: #DDE; color: #000; padding: .5em; margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 95%;} + .toc { margin-left: 10%; margin-bottom: .75em;} + .toc2 { margin-left: 20%;} + div.fig { display:block; margin:0 auto; text-align:center; } + div.middle { margin-left: 20%; margin-right: 20%; text-align: justify; } + .figleft {float: left; margin-left: 0%; margin-right: 1%;} + .figright {float: right; margin-right: 0%; margin-left: 1%;} + .pagenum {display:inline; font-size: 70%; font-style:normal; + margin: 0; padding: 0; position: absolute; right: 1%; + text-align: right;} + .side { float: right; font-size: 75%; width: 25%; padding-left: 0.8em; + border-left: dashed thin; margin-left: 0.8em; text-align: left; + text-indent: 0; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; + font-weight: bold; color: black; background: #eeeeee; border: solid 1px;} + pre { font-style: italic; font-size: 90%; margin-left: 10%;} + +</style> + </head> + <body> + + +<pre> + +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Abbot, by Sir Walter Scott + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Abbot + +Author: Sir Walter Scott + + +Release Date: September, 2004 [EBook #6407] +This file was first posted on December 8, 2002 +Last Updated: February 27, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ABBOT *** + + + + +Text file produced by Alan Millar, David Moynihan, Charles Franks +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team + +Illustrated HTML file produced by David Widger + + + + +</pre> + + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + THE ABBOT + </h1> + <h2> + BEING THE SEQUEL TO THE MONASTERY + </h2> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Sir Walter Scott + </h2> + + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0008}.jpg" alt="{0008}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0008}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_INTR"> INTRODUCTION—(1831.) </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> INTRODUCTORY EPISTLE. </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> <b>THE ABBOT.</b> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> Chapter the First. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> Chapter the Second. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> Chapter the Third. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> Chapter the Fourth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> Chapter the Fifth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> Chapter the Sixth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> Chapter the Seventh. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> Chapter the Eight. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> Chapter the Ninth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> Chapter the Tenth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> Chapter the Eleventh. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> Chapter the Twelfth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> Chapter the Thirteenth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> Chapter the Fourteenth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> Chapter the Fifteenth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> Chapter the Sixteenth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> Chapter the Seventeenth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> Chapter the Eighteenth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> Chapter the Nineteenth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> Chapter the Twentieth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> Chapter the Twenty-First. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> Chapter the Twenty-Second. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> Chapter the Twenty-Third. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> Chapter the Twenty-Fourth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> Chapter the Twenty-Fifth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> Chapter the Twenty-Sixth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> Chapter the Twenty-Seventh. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> Chapter the Twenty-Eighth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> Chapter the Twenty-Ninth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> Chapter the Thirtieth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> Chapter the Thirty-First. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> Chapter the Thirty-Second. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0033"> Chapter the Thirty-Third. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0034"> Chapter the Thirty-Fourth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0035"> Chapter the Thirty-Fifth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0036"> Chapter the Thirty-Sixth. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0037"> Chapter the Thirty-Seventh. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0038"> Chapter the Thirty-Eighth. </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_INTR" id="link2H_INTR"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + INTRODUCTION—(1831.) + </h2> + <p> + From what is said in the Introduction to the Monastery, it must + necessarily be inferred, that the Author considered that romance as + something very like a failure. It is true, the booksellers did not + complain of the sale, because, unless on very felicitous occasions, or on + those which are equally the reverse, literary popularity is not gained or + lost by a single publication. Leisure must be allowed for the tide both to + flow and ebb. But I was conscious that, in my situation, not to advance + was in some Degree to recede, and being naturally unwilling to think that + the principle of decay lay in myself, I was at least desirous to know of a + certainty, whether the degree of discountenance which I had incurred, was + now owing to an ill-managed story, or an ill-chosen subject. + </p> + <p> + I was never, I confess, one of those who are willing to suppose the brains + of an author to be a kind of milk, which will not stand above a single + creaming, and who are eternally harping to young authors to husband their + efforts, and to be chary of their reputation, lest it grow hackneyed in + the eyes of men. Perhaps I was, and have always been, the more indifferent + to the degree of estimation in which I might be held as an author, because + I did not put so high a value as many others upon what is termed literary + reputation in the abstract, or at least upon the species of popularity + which had fallen to my share; for though it were worse than affectation to + deny that my vanity was satisfied at my success in the department in which + chance had in some measure enlisted me, I was, nevertheless, far from + thinking that the novelist or romance-writer stands high in the ranks of + literature. But I spare the reader farther egotism on this subject, as I + have expressed my opinion very fully in the Introductory Epistle to the + Fortunes of Nigel, first edition; and, although it be composed in an + imaginary character, it is as sincere and candid as if it had been written + “without my gown and band.” + </p> + <p> + In a word, when I considered myself as having been unsuccessful in the + Monastery, I was tempted to try whether I could not restore, even at the + risk of totally losing, my so-called reputation, by a new hazard—I + looked round my library, and could not but observe, that, from the time of + Chaucer to that of Byron, the most popular authors had been the most + prolific. Even the aristarch Johnson allowed that the quality of readiness + and profusion had a merit in itself, independent of the intrinsic value of + the composition. Talking of Churchill, I believe, who had little merit in + his prejudiced eyes, he allowed him that of fertility, with some such + qualification as this, “A Crab-apple can bear but crabs after all; but + there is a great difference in favour of that which bears a large quantity + of fruit, however indifferent, and that which produces only a few.” + </p> + <p> + Looking more attentively at the patriarchs of literature, whose earner was + as long as it was brilliant, I thought I perceived that in the busy and + prolonged course of exertion, there were no doubt occasional failures, but + that still those who were favourites of their age triumphed over these + miscarriages. By the new efforts which they made, their errors were + obliterated, they became identified with the literature of their country, + and after having long received law from the critics, came in some degree + to impose it. And when such a writer was at length called from the scene, + his death first made the public sensible what a large share he had + occupied in their attention. I recollected a passage in Grimm's + Correspondence, that while the unexhausted Voltaire sent forth tract after + tract to the very close of a long life, the first impression made by each + as it appeared, was, that it was inferior to its predecessors; an opinion + adopted from the general idea that the Patriarch of Ferney must at last + find the point from which he was to decline. But the opinion of the public + finally ranked in succession the last of Voltaire's Essays on the same + footing with those which had formerly charmed the French nation. The + inference from this and similar facts seemed to me to be, that new works + were often judged of by the public, not so much from their own intrinsic + merit, as from extrinsic ideas which readers had previously formed with + regard to them, and over which a writer might hope to triumph by patience + and by exertion. There is risk in the attempt; + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “If he fall in, good night, or sink or swim.” + </pre> + <p> + But this is a chance incident to every literary attempt, and by which men + of a sanguine temper are little moved. + </p> + <p> + I may illustrate what I mean, by the feelings of most men in travelling. + If we have found any stage particularly tedious, or in an especial degree + interesting, particularly short, or much longer than we expected, our + imaginations are so apt to exaggerate the original impression, that, on + repeating the journey, we usually find that we have considerably + over-rated the predominating quality, and the road appears to be duller or + more pleasant, shorter or more tedious, than what we expected, and, + consequently, than what is actually the case. It requires a third or + fourth journey to enable us to form an accurate judgment of its beauty, + its length, or its other attributes. + </p> + <p> + In the same manner, the public, judging of a new work, which it receives + perhaps with little expectation, if surprised into applause, becomes very + often ecstatic, gives a great deal more approbation than is due, and + elevates the child of its immediate favour to a rank which, as it affects + the author, it is equally difficult to keep, and painful to lose. If, on + this occasion, the author trembles at the height to which he is raised, + and becomes afraid of the shadow of his own renown, he may indeed retire + from the lottery with the prize which he has drawn, but, in future ages, + his honour will be only in proportion to his labours. If, on the contrary, + he rushes again into the lists, he is sure to be judged with severity + proportioned to the former favour of the public. If he be daunted by a bad + reception on this second occasion, he may again become a stranger to the + arena. If, on the contrary, he can keep his ground, and stand the + shuttlecock's fate, of being struck up and down, he will probably, at + length, hold with some certainty the level in public opinion which he may + be found to deserve; and he may perhaps boast of arresting the general + attention, in the same manner as the Bachelor Samson Carrasco, of fixing + the weathercock La Giralda of Seville for weeks, months, or years, that + is, for as long as the wind shall uniformly blow from one quarter. To this + degree of popularity the author had the hardihood to aspire, while, in + order to attain it, he assumed the daring resolution to keep himself in + the view of the public by frequent appearances before them. + </p> + <p> + It must be added, that the author's incognito gave him greater courage to + renew his attempts to please the public, and an advantage similar to that + which Jack the Giant-killer received from his coat of darkness. In sending + the Abbot forth so soon after the Monastery, he had used the well-known + practice recommended by Bassanio:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “In my school days, when I had lost one shaft, + I shot another of the self-same flight, + The self-same way, with more advised watch, + To find the other forth.” + </pre> + <p> + And, to continue the simile, his shafts, like those of the lesser Ajax, + were discharged more readily that the archer was as inaccessible to + criticism, personally speaking, as the Grecian archer under his brother's + sevenfold shield. + </p> + <p> + Should the reader desire to know upon what principles the Abbot was + expected to amend the fortune of the Monastery, I have first to request + his attention to the Introductory Epistle addressed to the imaginary + Captain Clutterbuck; a mode by which, like his predecessors in this walk + of fiction, the real author makes one of his <i>dramatis personae</i> the + means of communicating his own sentiments to the public, somewhat more + artificially than by a direct address to the readers. A pleasing French + writer of fairy tales, Monsieur Pajon, author of the History of Prince + Soly, has set a diverting example of the same machinery, where he + introduces the presiding Genius of the land of Romance conversing with one + of the personages of the tale. + </p> + <p> + In this Introductory Epistle, the author communicates, in confidence, to + Captain Clutterbuck, his sense that the White Lady had not met the taste + of the times, and his reason for withdrawing her from the scene. The + author did not deem it equally necessary to be candid respecting another + alteration. The Monastery was designed, at first, to have contained some + supernatural agency, arising out of the fact, that Melrose had been the + place of deposit of the great Robert Bruce's heart. The writer shrunk, + however, from filling up, in this particular, the sketch as it was + originally traced; nor did he venture to resume, in continuation, the + subject which he had left unattempted in the original work. Thus, the + incident of the discovery of the heart, which occupies the greater part of + the Introduction to the Monastery, is a mystery unnecessarily introduced, + and which remains at last very imperfectly explained. In this particular, + I was happy to shroud myself by the example of the author of “Caleb + Williams,” who never condescends to inform us of the actual contents of + that Iron Chest which makes such a figure in his interesting work, and + gives the name to Mr. Colman's drama. + </p> + <p> + The public had some claim to inquire into this matter, but it seemed + indifferent policy in the author to give the explanation. For, whatever + praise may be due to the ingenuity which brings to a general combination + all the loose threads of a narrative, like the knitter at the finishing of + her stocking, I am greatly deceived if in many cases a superior advantage + is not attained, by the air of reality which the deficiency of explanation + attaches to a work written on a different system. In life itself, many + things befall every mortal, of which the individual never knows the real + cause or origin; and were we to point out the most marked distinction + between a real and a fictitious narrative, we would say, that the former + in reference to the remote causes of the events it relates, is obscure, + doubtful, and mysterious; whereas, in the latter case, it is a part of the + author's duty to afford satisfactory details upon the causes of the + separate events he has recorded, and, in a word, to account for every + thing. The reader, like Mungo in the Padlock, will not be satisfied with + hearing what he is not made fully to comprehend. + </p> + <p> + I omitted, therefore, in the Introduction to the Abbot, any attempt to + explain the previous story, or to apologize for unintelligibility. + </p> + <p> + Neither would it have been prudent to have endeavoured to proclaim, in the + Introduction to the Abbot, the real spring, by which I hoped it might + attract a greater degree of interest than its immediate predecessor. A + taking title, or the announcement of a popular subject, is a recipe for + success much in favour with booksellers, but which authors will not always + find efficacious. The cause is worth a moment's examination. + </p> + <p> + There occur in every country some peculiar historical characters, which + are, like a spell or charm, sovereign to excite curiosity and attract + attention, since every one in the slightest degree interested in the land + which they belong to, has heard much of them, and longs to hear more. A + tale turning on the fortunes of Alfred or Elizabeth in England, or of + Wallace or Bruce in Scotland, is sure by the very announcement to excite + public curiosity to a considerable degree, and ensure the publisher's + being relieved of the greater part of an impression, even before the + contents of the work are known. This is of the last importance to the + bookseller, who is at once, to use a technical phrase, “brought home,” all + his outlay being repaid. But it is a different case with the author, since + it cannot be denied that we are apt to feel least satisfied with the works + of which we have been induced, by titles and laudatory advertisements, to + entertain exaggerated expectations. The intention of the work has been + anticipated, and misconceived or misrepresented, and although the + difficulty of executing the work again reminds us of Hotspur's task of + “o'er-walking a current roaring loud,” yet the adventurer must look for + more ridicule if he fails, than applause if he executes, his undertaking. + </p> + <p> + Notwithstanding a risk, which should make authors pause ere they adopt a + theme which, exciting general interest and curiosity, is often the + preparative for disappointment, yet it would be an injudicious regulation + which should deter the poet or painter from attempting to introduce + historical portraits, merely from the difficulty of executing the task in + a satisfactory manner. Something must be trusted to the generous impulse, + which often thrusts an artist upon feats of which he knows the difficulty, + while he trusts courage and exertion may afford the means of surmounting + it. + </p> + <p> + It is especially when he is sensible of losing ground with the public, + that an author may be justified in using with address, such selection of + subject or title as is most likely to procure a rehearing. It was with + these feelings of hope and apprehension, that I venture to awaken, in a + work of fiction, the memory of Queen Mary, so interesting by her wit, her + beauty, her misfortunes, and the mystery which still does, and probably + always will, overhang her history. In doing so, I was aware that failure + would be a conclusive disaster, so that my task was something like that of + an enchanter who raises a spirit over whom he is uncertain of possessing + an effectual control; and I naturally paid attention to such principles of + composition, as I conceived were best suited to the historical novel. + </p> + <p> + Enough has been already said to explain the purpose of composing the + Abbot. The historical references are, as usual, explained in the notes. + That which relates to Queen Mary's escape from Lochleven Castle, is a more + minute account of that romantic adventure, than is to be found in the + histories of the period. + </p> + <p> + ABBOTSFORD, + </p> + <p> + 1<i>st January</i>, 1831. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + INTRODUCTORY EPISTLE. + </h2> + <p> + FROM THE AUTHOR OF “WAVERLEY,” TO CAPTAIN CLUTTERBUCK, LATE OF HIS + MAJESTY'S —— REGIMENT OF INFANTRY. + </p> + <p> + DEAR CAPTAIN: + </p> + <p> + I am sorry to observe, by your last favour, that you disapprove of the + numerous retrenchments and alterations which I have been under the + necessity of making on the Manuscript of your friend, the Benedictine, and + I willingly make you the medium of apology to many, who have honoured me + more than I deserve. + </p> + <p> + I admit that my retrenchments have been numerous, and leave gaps in the + story, which, in your original manuscript, would have run well-nigh to a + fourth volume, as my printer assures me. I am sensible, besides, that, in + consequence of the liberty of curtailment you have allowed me, some parts + of the story have been huddled up without the necessary details. But, + after all, it is better that the travellers should have to step over a + ditch, than to wade through a morass—that the reader should have to + suppose what may easily be inferred, than be obliged to creep through + pages of dull explanation. I have struck out, for example, the whole + machinery of the White Lady, and the poetry by which it is so ably + supported, in the original manuscript. But you must allow that the public + taste gives little encouragement to those legendary superstitions, which + formed alternately the delight and the terror of our predecessors. In like + manner, much is omitted illustrative of the impulse of enthusiasm in + favour of the ancient religion in Mother Magdalen and the Abbot. But we do + not feel deep sympathy at this period with what was once the most powerful + and animating principle in Europe, with the exception of that of the + Reformation, by which it was successfully opposed. + </p> + <p> + You rightly observe, that these retrenchments have rendered the title no + longer applicable to the subject, and that some other would have been more + suitable to the Work, in its present state, than that of THE ABBOT, who + made so much greater figure in the original, and for whom your friend, the + Benedictine, seems to have inspired you with a sympathetic respect. I must + plead guilty to this accusation, observing, at the same time, in manner of + extenuation, that though the objection might have been easily removed, by + giving a new title to the Work, yet, in doing so, I should have destroyed + the necessary cohesion between the present history, and its predecessor + THE MONASTERY, which I was unwilling to do, as the period, and several of + the personages, were the same. + </p> + <p> + After all, my good friend, it is of little consequence what the work is + called, or on what interest it turns, provided it catches the public + attention; for the quality of the wine (could we but insure it) may, + according to the old proverb, render the bush unnecessary, or of little + consequence. + </p> + <p> + I congratulate you upon your having found it consistent with prudence to + establish your Tilbury, and approve of the colour, and of your boy's + livery, (subdued green and pink.)—As you talk of completing your + descriptive poem on the “Ruins of Kennaquhair, with notes by an + Antiquary,” I hope you have procured a steady horse.—I remain, with + compliments to all friends, dear Captain, very much + </p> + <p> + Yours, &c. &c. &c. + </p> + <p> + THE AUTHOR OF WAVERLEY. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + THE ABBOT. + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the First. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + <i>Domum mansit—lanam fecit.</i> + Ancient Roman Epitaph. + + She keepit close the hous, and birlit at the quhele. + GAWAIN DOUGLAS. +</pre> + <p> + The time which passes over our heads so imperceptibly, makes the same + gradual change in habits, manners, and character, as in personal + appearance. At the revolution of every five years we find ourselves + another, and yet the same—there is a change of views, and no less of + the light in which we regard them; a change of motives as well as of + actions. Nearly twice that space had glided away over the head of Halbert + Glendinning and his lady, betwixt the period of our former narrative, in + which they played a distinguished part, and the date at which our present + tale commences. + </p> + <p> + Two circumstances only had imbittered their union, which was otherwise as + happy as mutual affection could render it. The first of these was indeed + the common calamity of Scotland, being the distracted state of that + unhappy country, where every man's sword was directed against his + neighbour's bosom. Glendinning had proved what Murray expected of him, a + steady friend, strong in battle, and wise in counsel, adhering to him, + from motives of gratitude, in situations where by his own unbiassed will + he would either have stood neuter, or have joined the opposite party. + Hence, when danger was near—and it was seldom far distant—Sir + Halbert Glendinning, for he now bore the rank of knighthood, was + perpetually summoned to attend his patron on distant expeditions, or on + perilous enterprises, or to assist him with his counsel in the doubtful + intrigues of a half-barbarous court. He was thus frequently, and for a + long space, absent from his castle and from his lady; and to this ground + of regret we must add, that their union had not been blessed with + children, to occupy the attention of the Lady of Avenel, while she was + thus deprived of her husband's domestic society. + </p> + <p> + On such occasions she lived almost entirely secluded from the world, + within the walls of her paternal mansion. Visiting amongst neighbors was a + matter entirely out of the question, unless on occasions of solemn + festival, and then it was chiefly confined to near kindred. Of these the + Lady of Avenel had none who survived, and the dames of the neighbouring + barons affected to regard her less as the heiress of the house of Avenel + than as the wife of a peasant, the son of a church-vassal, raised up to + mushroom eminence by the capricious favour of Murray. + </p> + <p> + The pride of ancestry, which rankled in the bosom of the ancient gentry, + was more openly expressed by their ladies, and was, moreover, imbittered + not a little by the political feuds of the time, for most of the Southern + chiefs were friends to the authority of the Queen, and very jealous of the + power of Murray. The Castle of Avenel was, therefore, on all these + accounts, as melancholy and solitary a residence for its lady as could + well be imagined. Still it had the essential recommendation of great + security. The reader is already aware that the fortress was built upon an + islet on a small lake, and was only accessible by a causeway, intersected + by a double ditch, defended by two draw-bridges, so that without + artillery, it might in those days be considered as impregnable. It was + only necessary, therefore, to secure against surprise, and the service of + six able men within the castle was sufficient for that purpose. If more + serious danger threatened, an ample garrison was supplied by the male + inhabitants of a little hamlet, which, under the auspices of Halbert + Glendinning, had arisen on a small piece of level ground, betwixt the lake + and the hill, nearly adjoining to the spot where the causeway joined the + mainland. The Lord of Avenel had found it an easy matter to procure + inhabitants, as he was not only a kind and beneficent overlord, but well + qualified, both by his experience in arms, his high character for wisdom + and integrity, and his favour with the powerful Earl of Murray, to protect + and defend those who dwelt under his banner. In leaving his castle for any + length of time, he had, therefore, the consolation to reflect, that this + village afforded, on the slightest notice, a band of thirty stout men, + which was more than sufficient for its defence; while the families of the + villagers, as was usual on such occasions, fled to the recesses of the + mountains, drove their cattle to the same places of shelter, and left the + enemy to work their will on their miserable cottages. + </p> + <p> + One guest only resided generally, if not constantly, at the Castle of + Avenel. This was Henry Warden, who now felt himself less able for the + stormy task imposed on the reforming clergy; and having by his zeal given + personal offence to many of the leading nobles and chiefs, did not + consider himself as perfectly safe, unless when within the walls of the + strong mansion of some assured friend. He ceased not, however, to serve + his cause as eagerly with his pen, as he had formerly done with his + tongue, and had engaged in a furious and acrimonious contest, concerning + the sacrifice of the mass, as it was termed, with the Abbot Eustatius, + formerly the Sub-Prior of Kennaquhair. Answers, replies, duplies, + triplies, quadruplies, followed thick upon each other, and displayed, as + is not unusual in controversy, fully as much zeal as Christian charity. + The disputation very soon became as celebrated as that of John Knox and + the Abbot of Crosraguel, raged nearly as fiercely, and, for aught I know, + the publications to which it gave rise may be as precious in the eyes of + bibliographers. [Footnote: The tracts which appeared in the Disputation + between the Scottish Reformer and Quentin Kennedy, Abbot of Crosraguel, + are among the scarcest in Scottish Bibliography. See M'Crie's <i>Life of + Knox</i>, p. 258.] But the engrossing nature of his occupation rendered + the theologian not the most interesting companion for a solitary female; + and his grave, stern, and absorbed deportment, which seldom showed any + interest, except in that which concerned his religious profession, made + his presence rather add to than diminish the gloom which hung over the + Castle of Avenel. To superintend the tasks of numerous female domestics, + was the principal part of the Lady's daily employment; her spindle and + distaff, her Bible, and a solitary walk upon the battlements of the + castle, or upon the causeway, or occasionally, but more seldom, upon the + banks of the little lake, consumed the rest of the day. But so great was + the insecurity of the period, that when she ventured to extend her walk + beyond the hamlet, the warder on the watch-tower was directed to keep a + sharp look-out in every direction, and four or five men held themselves in + readiness to mount and sally forth from the castle on the slightest + appearance of alarm. + </p> + <p> + Thus stood affairs at the castle, when, after an absence of several weeks, + the Knight of Avenel, which was now the title most frequently given to Sir + Halbert Glendinning, was daily expected to return home. Day after day, + however, passed away, and he returned not. Letters in those days were + rarely written, and the Knight must have resorted to a secretary to + express his intentions in that manner; besides, intercourse of all kinds + was precarious and unsafe, and no man cared to give any public intimation + of the time and direction of a journey, since, if his route were publicly + known, it was always likely he might in that case meet with more enemies + than friends upon the road. The precise day, therefore, of Sir Halbert's + return, was not fixed, but that which his lady's fond expectation had + calculated upon in her own mind had long since passed, and hope delayed + began to make the heart sick. + </p> + <p> + It was upon the evening of a sultry summer's day, when the sun was + half-sunk behind the distant western mountains of Liddesdale, that the + Lady took her solitary walk on the battlements of a range of buildings, + which formed the front of the castle, where a flat roof of flag-stones + presented a broad and convenient promenade. The level surface of the lake, + undisturbed except by the occasional dipping of a teal-duck, or coot, was + gilded with the beams of the setting luminary, and reflected, as if in a + golden mirror, the hills amongst which it lay embossed. The scene, + otherwise so lonely, was occasionally enlivened by the voices of the + children in the village, which, softened by distance, reached the ear of + the Lady, in her solitary walk, or by the distant call of the herdsman, as + he guided his cattle from the glen in which they had pastured all day, to + place them in greater security for the night, in the immediate vicinity of + the village. The deep lowing of the cows seemed to demand the attendance + of the milk-maidens, who, singing shrilly and merrily, strolled forth, + each with her pail on her head, to attend to the duty of the evening. The + Lady of Avenel looked and listened; the sounds which she heard reminded + her of former days, when her most important employment, as well as her + greatest delight, was to assist Dame Glendinning and Tibb Tackett in + milking the cows at Glendearg. The thought was fraught with melancholy. + </p> + <p> + “Why was I not,” she said, “the peasant girl which in all men's eyes I + seemed to be? Halbert and I had then spent our life peacefully in his + native glen, undisturbed by the phantoms either of fear or of ambition. + His greatest pride had then been to show the fairest herd in the Halidome; + his greatest danger to repel some pilfering snatcher from the Border; and + the utmost distance which would have divided us, would have been the chase + of some outlying deer. But, alas! what avails the blood which Halbert has + shed, and the dangers which he encounters, to support a name and rank, + dear to him because he has it from me, but which we shall never transmit + to our posterity! with me the name of Avenel must expire.” + </p> + <p> + She sighed as the reflections arose, and, looking towards the shore of the + lake, her eye was attracted by a group of children of various ages, + assembled to see a little ship, constructed by some village artist, + perform its first voyage on the water. It was launched amid the shouts of + tiny voices and the clapping of little hands, and shot bravely forth on + its voyage with a favouring wind, which promised to carry it to the other + side of the lake. Some of the bigger boys ran round to receive and secure + it on the farther shore, trying their speed against each other as they + sprang like young fawns along the shingly verge of the lake. The rest, for + whom such a journey seemed too arduous, remained watching the motions of + the fairy vessel from the spot where it had been launched. The sight of + their sports pressed on the mind of the childless Lady of Avenel. + </p> + <p> + “Why are none of these prattlers mine?” she continued, pursuing the tenor + of her melancholy reflections. “Their parents can scarce find them the + coarsest food—and I, who could nurse them in plenty, I am doomed + never to hear a child call me mother!” + </p> + <p> + The thought sunk on her heart with a bitterness which resembled envy, so + deeply is the desire of offspring implanted in the female breast. She + pressed her hands together as if she were wringing them in the extremity + of her desolate feeling, as one whom Heaven had written childless. A large + stag-hound of the greyhound species approached at this moment, and + attracted perhaps by the gesture, licked her hands and pressed his large + head against them. He obtained the desired caresses in return, but still + the sad impression remained. + </p> + <p> + “Wolf,” she said, as if the animal could have understood her complaints, + “thou art a noble and beautiful animal; but, alas! the love and affection + that I long to bestow, is of a quality higher than can fall to thy share, + though I love thee much.” + </p> + <p> + And, as if she were apologizing to Wolf for withholding from him any part + of her regard, she caressed his proud head and crest, while, looking in + her eyes, he seemed to ask her what she wanted, or what he could do to + show his attachment. At this moment a shriek of distress was heard on the + shore, from the playful group which had been lately so jovial. The Lady + looked, and saw the cause with great agony. + </p> + <p> + The little ship, the object of the children's delighted attention, had + stuck among some tufts of the plant which bears the water-lily, that + marked a shoal in the lake about an arrow-flight from the shore. A hardy + little boy, who had taken the lead in the race round the margin of the + lake, did not hesitate a moment to strip off his <i>wylie-coat</i>, plunge + into the water, and swim towards the object of their common solicitude. + The first movement of the Lady was to call for help; but she observed that + the boy swam strongly and fearlessly, and as she saw that one or two + villagers, who were distant spectators of the incident, seemed to give + themselves no uneasiness on his account, she supposed that he was + accustomed to the exercise, and that there was no danger. But whether, in + swimming, the boy had struck his breast against a sunken rock, or whether + he was suddenly taken with cramp, or whether he had over-calculated his + own strength, it so happened, that when he had disembarrassed the little + plaything from the flags in which it was entangled, and sent it forward on + its course, he had scarce swam a few yards in his way to the shore, than + he raised himself suddenly from the water, and screamed aloud, clapping + his hands at the same time with an expression of fear and pain. + </p> + <p> + The Lady of Avenel, instantly taking the alarm, called hastily to the + attendants to get the boat ready. But this was an affair of some time. The + only boat permitted to be used on the lake, was moored within the second + cut which intersected the canal, and it was several minutes ere it could + be unmoored and got under way. Meantime, the Lady of Avenel, with + agonizing anxiety, saw that the efforts that the poor boy made to keep + himself afloat, were now exchanged for a faint struggling, which would + soon have been over, but for aid equally prompt and unhoped-for. Wolf, + who, like some of that large species of greyhound, was a practised + water-dog, had marked the object of her anxiety, and, quitting his + mistress's side, had sought the nearest point from which he could with + safety plunge into the lake. With the wonderful instinct which these noble + animals have so often displayed in the like circumstances, he swam + straight to the spot where his assistance was so much wanted, and seizing + the child's under-dress in his mouth, he not only kept him afloat, but + towed him towards the causeway. The boat having put off with a couple of + men, met the dog half-way, and relieved him of his burden. They landed on + the causeway, close by the gates of the castle, with their yet lifeless + charge, and were there met by the Lady of Avenel, attended by one or two + of her maidens, eagerly waiting to administer assistance to the sufferer. + </p> + <p> + He was borne into the castle, deposited upon a bed, and every mode of + recovery resorted to, which the knowledge of the times, and the skill of + Henry Warden, who professed some medical science, could dictate. For some + time it was all in vain, and the Lady watched, with unspeakable + earnestness, the pallid countenance of the beautiful child. He seemed + about ten years old. His dress was of the meanest sort, but his long + curled hair, and the noble cast of his features, partook not of that + poverty of appearance. The proudest noble in Scotland might have been yet + prouder could he have called that child his heir. While, with breathless + anxiety, the Lady of Avenel gazed on his well-formed and expressive + features, a slight shade of colour returned gradually to the cheek; + suspended animation became restored by degrees, the child sighed deeply, + opened his eyes, which to the human countenance produces the effect of + light upon the natural landscape, stretched his arms towards the Lady, and + muttered the word “Mother,” that epithet, of all others, which is dearest + to the female ear. + </p> + <p> + “God, madam,” said the preacher, “has restored the child to your wishes; + it must be yours so to bring him up, that he may not one day wish that he + had perished in his innocence.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be my charge,” said the Lady; and again throwing her arms around + the boy, she overwhelmed him with kisses and caresses, so much was she + agitated by the terror arising from the danger in which he had been just + placed, and by joy at his unexpected deliverance. + </p> + <p> + “But you are not my mother,” said the boy, recovering his recollection, + and endeavouring, though faintly, to escape from the caresses of the Lady + of Avenel; “you are not my mother,—alas! I have no mother—only + I have dreamt that I had one.” + </p> + <p> + “I will read the dream for you, my love,” answered the Lady of Avenel; + “and I will be myself your mother. Surely God has heard my wishes, and, in + his own marvellous manner, hath sent me an object on which my affections + may expand themselves.” She looked towards Warden as she spoke. The + preacher hesitated what he should reply to a burst of passionate feeling, + which, perhaps, seemed to him more enthusiastic than the occasion + demanded. In the meanwhile, the large stag-hound, Wolf, which, dripping + wet as he was, had followed his mistress into the apartment, and had sat + by the bedside, a patient and quiet spectator of all the means used for + resuscitation of the being whom he had preserved, now became impatient of + remaining any longer unnoticed, and began to whine and fawn upon the Lady + with his great rough paws. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she said, “good Wolf, and you shall be remembered also for your + day's work; and I will think the more of you for having preserved the life + of a creature so beautiful.” + </p> + <p> + But Wolf was not quite satisfied with the share of attention which he thus + attracted; he persisted in whining and pawing upon his mistress, his + caresses rendered still more troublesome by his long shaggy hair being so + much and thoroughly wetted, till she desired one of the domestics, with + whom he was familiar, to call the animal out of the apartment. Wolf + resisted every invitation to this purpose, until his mistress positively + commanded him to be gone, in an angry tone; when, turning towards the bed + on which the body still lay, half awake to sensation, half drowned in the + meanders of fluctuating delirium, he uttered a deep and savage growl, + curled up his nose and lips, showing his full range of white and sharpened + teeth, which might have matched those of an actual wolf, and then, turning + round, sullenly followed the domestic out of the apartment. + </p> + <p> + “It is singular,” said the Lady, addressing Warden; “the animal is not + only so good-natured to all, but so particularly fond of children. What + can ail him at the little fellow whose life he has saved?” + </p> + <p> + “Dogs,” replied the preacher, “are but too like the human race in their + foibles, though their instinct be less erring than the reason of poor + mortal man when relying upon his own unassisted powers. Jealousy, my good + lady, is a passion not unknown to them, and they often evince it, not only + with respect to the preferences which they see given by their masters to + individuals of their own species, but even when their rivals are children. + You have caressed that child much and eagerly, and the dog considers + himself as a discarded favourite.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a strange instinct,” said the Lady; “and from the gravity with + which you mention it, my reverend friend, I would almost say that you + supposed this singular jealousy of my favourite Wolf, was not only well + founded, but justifiable. But perhaps you speak in jest?” + </p> + <p> + “I seldom jest,” answered the preacher; “life was not lent to us to be + expended in that idle mirth which resembles the crackling of thorns under + the pot. I would only have you derive, if it so please you, this lesson + from what I have said, that the best of our feelings, when indulged to + excess, may give pain to others. There is but one in which we may indulge + to the utmost limit of vehemence of which our bosom is capable, secure + that excess cannot exist in the greatest intensity to which it can be + excited—I mean the love of our Maker.” + </p> + <p> + “Surely,” said the Lady of Avenel, “we are commanded by the same authority + to love our neighbour?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, madam,” said Warden, “but our love to God is to be unbounded—we + are to love him with our whole heart, our whole soul, and our whole + strength. The love which the precept commands us to bear to our neighbour, + has affixed to it a direct limit and qualification—we are to love + our neighbour as ourself; as it is elsewhere explained by the great + commandment, that we must do unto him as we would that he should do unto + us. Here there is a limit, and a bound, even to the most praiseworthy of + our affections, so far as they are turned upon sublunary and terrestrial + objects. We are to render to our neighbour, whatever be his rank or + degree, that corresponding portion of affection with which we could + rationally expect we should ourselves be regarded by those standing in the + same relation to us. Hence, neither husband nor wife, neither son nor + daughter, neither friend nor relation, are lawfully to be made the objects + of our idolatry. The Lord our God is a jealous God, and will not endure + that we bestow on the creature that extremity of devotion which He who + made us demands as his own share. I say to you, Lady, that even in the + fairest, and purest, and most honourable feelings of our nature, there is + that original taint of sin which ought to make us pause and hesitate, ere + we indulge them to excess.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand not this, reverend sir,” said the Lady; “nor do I guess what + I can have now said or done, to draw down on me an admonition which has + something a taste of reproof.” + </p> + <p> + “Lady,” said Warden, “I crave your pardon, if I have urged aught beyond + the limits of my duty. But consider, whether in the sacred promise to be + not only a protectress, but a mother, to this poor child, your purpose may + meet the wishes of the noble knight your husband. The fondness which you + have lavished on the unfortunate, and, I own, most lovely child, has met + something like a reproof in the bearing of your household dog.—Displease + not your noble husband. Men, as well as animals, are jealous of the + affections of those they love.” + </p> + <p> + “This is too much, reverend sir,” said the Lady of Avenel, greatly + offended. “You have been long our guest, and have received from the Knight + of Avenel and myself that honour and regard which your character and + profession so justly demand. But I am yet to learn that we have at any + time authorized your interference in our family arrangements, or placed + you as a judge of our conduct towards each other. I pray this may be + forborne in future.” + </p> + <p> + “Lady,” replied the preacher, with the boldness peculiar to the clergy of + his persuasion at that time, “when you weary of my admonitions—when + I see that my services are no longer acceptable to you, and the noble + knight your husband, I shall know that my Master wills me no longer to + abide here; and, praying for a continuance of his best blessings on your + family I will then, were the season the depth of winter, and the hour + midnight, walk out on yonder waste, and travel forth through these wild + mountains, as lonely and unaided, though far more helpless, than when I + first met your husband in the valley of Glendearg. But while I remain + here, I will not see you err from the true path, no, not a hair's-breadth, + without making the old man's voice and remonstrance heard.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but,” said the Lady, who both loved and respected the good man, + though sometimes a little offended at what she conceived to be an + exuberant degree of zeal, “we will not part this way, my good friend. + Women are quick and hasty in their feelings; but, believe me, my wishes + and my purposes towards this child are such as both my husband and you + will approve of.” The clergyman bowed, and retreated to his own apartment. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Second. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How steadfastly he fix'd his eyes on me— + His dark eyes shining through forgotten tears— + Then stretch'd his little arms, and call'd me mother! + What could I do? I took the bantling home— + I could not tell the imp he had no mother. + COUNT BASIL. +</pre> + <p> + When Warden had left the apartment, the Lady of Avenel gave way to the + feelings of tenderness which the sight of the boy, his sudden danger, and + his recent escape, had inspired; and no longer awed by the sternness, as + she deemed it, of the preacher, heaped with caresses the lovely and + interesting child. He was now, in some measure, recovered from the + consequences of his accident, and received passively, though not without + wonder, the tokens of kindness with which he was thus loaded. The face of + the lady was strange to him, and her dress different and far more + sumptuous than any he remembered. But the boy was naturally of an + undaunted temper; and indeed children are generally acute physiognomists, + and not only pleased by that which is beautiful in itself, but peculiarly + quick in distinguishing and replying to the attentions of those who really + love them. If they see a person in company, though a perfect stranger, who + is by nature fond of children, the little imps seem to discover it by a + sort of free-masonry, while the awkward attempts of those who make + advances to them for the purpose of recommending themselves to the + parents, usually fail in attracting their reciprocal attention. The little + boy, therefore, appeared in some degree sensible of the lady's caresses, + and it was with difficulty she withdrew herself from his pillow, to afford + him leisure for necessary repose. + </p> + <p> + “To whom belongs our little rescued varlet?” was the first question which + the Lady of Avenel put to her handmaiden Lilias, when they had retired to + the hall. + </p> + <p> + “To an old woman in the hamlet,” said Lilias, “who is even now come so far + as the porter's lodge to inquire concerning his safety. Is it your + pleasure that she be admitted?” + </p> + <p> + “Is it my pleasure?” said the Lady of Avenel, echoing the question with a + strong accent of displeasure and surprise; “can you make any doubt of it? + What woman but must pity the agony of the mother, whose heart is throbbing + for the safety of a child so lovely!” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but, madam,” said Lilias, “this woman is too old to be the mother of + the child; I rather think she must be his grandmother, or some more + distant relation.” + </p> + <p> + “Be she who she will, Lilias,” replied the Lady, “she must have an aching + heart while the safety of a creature so lovely is uncertain. Go instantly + and bring her hither. Besides, I would willingly learn something + concerning his birth.” + </p> + <p> + Lilias left the hall, and presently afterwards returned, ushering in a + tall female very poorly dressed, yet with more pretension to decency and + cleanliness than was usually combined with such coarse garments. The Lady + of Avenel knew her figure the instant she presented herself. It was the + fashion of the family, that upon every Sabbath, and on two evenings in the + week besides, Henry Warden preached or lectured in the chapel at the + castle. The extension of the Protestant faith was, upon principle, as well + as in good policy, a primary object with the Knight of Avenel. The + inhabitants of the village were therefore invited to attend upon the + instructions of Henry Warden, and many of them were speedily won to the + doctrine which their master and protector approved. These sermons, + homilies, and lectures, had made a great impression on the mind of the + Abbot Eustace, or Eustatius, and were a sufficient spur to the severity + and sharpness of his controversy with his old fellow-collegiate; and, ere + Queen Mary was dethroned, and while the Catholics still had considerable + authority in the Border provinces, he more than once threatened to levy + his vassals, and assail and level with the earth that stronghold of heresy + the Castle of Avenel. But notwithstanding the Abbot's impotent resentment, + and notwithstanding also the disinclination of the country to favour the + new religion, Henry Warden proceeded without remission in his labours, and + made weekly converts from the faith of Rome to that of the reformed + church. Amongst those who gave most earnest and constant attendance on his + ministry, was the aged woman, whose form, tall, and otherwise too + remarkable to be forgotten, the Lady had of late observed frequently as + being conspicuous among the little audience. She had indeed more than once + desired to know who that stately-looking woman was, whose appearance was + so much above the poverty of her vestments. But the reply had always been, + that she was an Englishwoman, who was tarrying for a season at the hamlet, + and that no one knew more concerning her. She now asked her after her name + and birth. + </p> + <p> + “Magdalen Graeme is my name,” said the woman; “I come of the Graemes of + Heathergill, in Nicol Forest, [Footnote: A district of Cumberland, lying + close to the Scottish border.] a people of ancient blood.” + </p> + <p> + “And what make you,” continued the Lady, “so far distant from your home?” + </p> + <p> + “I have no home,” said Magdalen Graeme, “it was burnt by your + Border-riders—my husband and my son were slain—there is not a + drop's blood left in the veins of any one which is of kin to mine.” + </p> + <p> + “That is no uncommon fate in these wild times, and in this unsettled + land,” said the Lady; “the English hands have been as deeply dyed in our + blood as ever those of Scotsmen have been in yours.” + </p> + <p> + “You have right to say it, Lady,” answered Magdalen Graeme; “for men tell + of a time when this castle was not strong enough to save your father's + life, or to afford your mother and her infant a place of refuge. And why + ask ye me, then, wherefore I dwell not in mine own home, and with mine own + people?” + </p> + <p> + “It was indeed an idle question,” answered the Lady, “where misery so + often makes wanderers; but wherefore take refuge in a hostile country?” + </p> + <p> + “My neighbours were Popish and mass-mongers,” said the old woman; “it has + pleased Heaven to give me a clearer sight of the gospel, and I have + tarried here to enjoy the ministry of that worthy man Henry Warden, who, + to the praise and comfort of many, teacheth the Evangel in truth and in + sincerity.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you poor?” again demanded the Lady of Avenel. + </p> + <p> + “You hear me ask alms of no one,” answered the Englishwoman. + </p> + <p> + Here there was a pause. The manner of the woman was, if not disrespectful, + at least much less than gracious; and she appeared to give no + encouragement to farther communication. The Lady of Avenel renewed the + conversation on a different topic. + </p> + <p> + “You have heard of the danger in which your boy has been placed?” + </p> + <p> + “I have, Lady, and how by an especial providence he was rescued from + death. May Heaven make him thankful, and me!” + </p> + <p> + “What relation do you bear to him?” + </p> + <p> + “I am his grandmother, lady, if it so please you; the only relation he + hath left upon earth to take charge of him.” + </p> + <p> + “The burden of his maintenance must necessarily be grievous to you in your + deserted situation?” pursued the Lady. + </p> + <p> + “I have complained of it to no one,” said Magdalen Graeme, with the same + unmoved, dry, and unconcerned tone of voice, in which she had answered all + the former questions. + </p> + <p> + “If,” said the Lady of Avenel, “your grandchild could be received into a + noble family, would it not advantage both him and you?” + </p> + <p> + “Received into a noble family!” said the old woman, drawing herself up, + and bending her brows until her forehead was wrinkled into a frown of + unusual severity; “and for what purpose, I pray you?—to be my lady's + page, or my lord's jackman, to eat broken victuals, and contend with other + menials for the remnants of the master's meal? Would you have him to fan + the flies from my lady's face while she sleeps, to carry her train while + she walks, to hand her trencher when she feeds, to ride before her on + horseback, to walk after her on foot, to sing when she lists, and to be + silent when she bids?—a very weathercock, which, though furnished in + appearance with wings and plumage, cannot soar into the air—cannot + fly from the spot where it is perched, but receives all its impulse, and + performs all its revolutions, obedient to the changeful breath of a vain + woman? When the eagle of Helvellyn perches on the tower of Lanercost, and + turns and changes his place to show how the wind sits, Roland Graeme shall + be what you would make him.” + </p> + <p> + The woman spoke with a rapidity and vehemence which seemed to have in it a + touch of insanity; and a sudden sense of the danger to which the child + must necessarily be exposed in the charge of such a keeper, increased the + Lady's desire to keep him in the castle if possible. + </p> + <p> + “You mistake me, dame,” she said, addressing the old woman in a soothing + manner; “I do not wish your boy to be in attendance on myself, but upon + the good knight my husband. Were he himself the son of a belted earl, he + could not better be trained to arms, and all that befits a gentleman, than + by the instructions and discipline of Sir Halbert Glendinning.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” answered the old woman, in the same style of bitter irony, “I know + the wages of that service;—a curse when the corslet is not + sufficiently brightened,—a blow when the girth is not tightly drawn,—to + be beaten because the hounds are at fault,—to be reviled because the + foray is unsuccessful,—to stain his hands for the master's bidding + in the blood alike of beast and of man,—to be a butcher of harmless + deer, a murderer and defacer of God's own image, not at his own pleasure, + but at that of his lord,—to live a brawling ruffian, and a common + stabber—exposed to heat, to cold, to want of food, to all the + privations of an anchoret, not for the love of God, but for the service of + Satan,—to die by the gibbet, or in some obscure skirmish,—to + sleep out his brief life in carnal security, and to awake in the eternal + fire, which is never quenched.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” said the Lady of Avenel, “but to such unhallowed course of life + your grandson will not be here exposed. My husband is just and kind to + those who live under his banner; and you yourself well know, that youth + have here a strict as well as a good preceptor in the person of our + chaplain.” + </p> + <p> + The old woman appeared to pause. + </p> + <p> + “You have named,” she said, “the only circumstance which can move me. I + must soon onward, the vision has said it—I must not tarry in the + same spot—I must on,—I must on, it is my weird.—Swear, + then, that you will protect the boy as if he were your own, until I return + hither and claim him, and I will consent for a space to part with him. But + especially swear, he shall not lack the instruction of the godly man who + hath placed the gospel-truth high above those idolatrous shavelings, the + monks and friars.” + </p> + <p> + “Be satisfied, dame,” said the Lady of Avenel; “the boy shall have as much + care as if he were born of my own blood. Will you see him now?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered the old woman sternly; “to part is enough. I go forth on my + own mission. I will not soften my heart by useless tears and wailings, as + one that is not called to a duty.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you not accept of something to aid you in your pilgrimage?” said the + Lady of Avenel, putting into her hands two crowns of the sun. The old + woman flung them down on the table. + </p> + <p> + “Am I of the race of Cain,” she said, “proud Lady, that you offer me gold + in exchange for my own flesh and blood?” + </p> + <p> + “I had no such meaning,” said the Lady, gently; “nor am I the proud woman + you term me. Alas! my own fortunes might have taught me humility, even had + it not been born with me.” + </p> + <p> + The old woman seemed somewhat to relax her tone of severity. + </p> + <p> + “You are of gentle blood,” she said, “else we had not parleyed thus long + together.—You are of gentle blood, and to such,” she added, drawing + up her tall form as she spoke, “pride is as graceful as is the plume upon + the bonnet. But for these pieces of gold, lady, you must needs resume + them. I need not money. I am well provided; and I may not care for myself, + nor think how, or by whom, I shall be sustained. Farewell, and keep your + word. Cause your gates to be opened, and your bridges to be lowered. I + will set forward this very night. When I come again, I will demand from + you a strict account, for I have left with you the jewel of my life! Sleep + will visit me but in snatches, food will not refresh me, rest will not + restore my strength, until I see Roland Graeme. Once more, farewell.” + </p> + <p> + “Make your obeisance, dame,” said Lilias to Magdalen Graeme, as she + retired, “make your obeisance to her ladyship, and thank her for her + goodness, as is but fitting and right.” + </p> + <p> + The old woman turned short around on the officious waiting-maid. “Let her + make her obeisance to me then, and I will return it. Why should I bend to + her?—is it because her kirtle is of silk, and mine of blue lockeram?—Go + to, my lady's waiting-woman. Know that the rank of the man rates that of + the wife, and that she who marries a churl's son, were she a king's + daughter, is but a peasant's bride.” + </p> + <p> + Lilias was about to reply in great indignation, but her mistress imposed + silence on her, and commanded that the old woman should be safely + conducted to the mainland. + </p> + <p> + “Conduct her safe!” exclaimed the incensed waiting-woman, while Magdalen + Graeme left the apartment; “I say, duck her in the loch, and then we will + see whether she is witch or not, as every body in the village of Lochside + will say and swear. I marvel your ladyship could bear so long with her + insolence.” But the commands of the Lady were obeyed, and the old dame, + dismissed from the castle, was committed to her fortune. She kept her + word, and did not long abide in that place, leaving the hamlet on the very + night succeeding the interview, and wandering no one asked whither. The + Lady of Avenel inquired under what circumstances she had appeared among + them, but could only learn that she was believed to be the widow of some + man of consequence among the Graemes who then inhabited the Debateable + Land, a name given to a certain portion of territory which was the + frequent subject of dispute betwixt Scotland and England—that she + had suffered great wrong in some of the frequent forays by which that + unfortunate district was wasted, and had been driven from her + dwelling-place. She had arrived in the hamlet no one knew for what + purpose, and was held by some to be a witch, by others a zealous + Protestant, and by others again a Catholic devotee. Her language was + mysterious, and her manners repulsive; and all that could be collected + from her conversation seemed to imply that she was under the influence + either of a spell or of a vow,—there was no saying which, since she + talked as one who acted under a powerful and external agency. + </p> + <p> + Such were the particulars which the Lady's inquiries were able to collect + concerning Magdalen Graeme, being far too meagre and contradictory to + authorize any satisfactory deduction. In truth, the miseries of the time, + and the various turns of fate incidental to a frontier country, were + perpetually chasing from their habitations those who had not the means of + defence or protection. These wanderers in the land were too often seen, to + excite much attention or sympathy. They received the cold relief which was + extorted by general feelings of humanity; a little excited in some + breasts, and perhaps rather chilled in others, by the recollection that + they who gave the charity to-day might themselves want it to-morrow. + Magdalen Graeme, therefore, came and departed like a shadow from the + neighbourhood of Avenel Castle. + </p> + <p> + The boy whom Providence, as she thought, had thus strangely placed under + her care, was at once established a favourite with the Lady of the castle. + How could it be otherwise? He became the object of those affectionate + feelings, which, finding formerly no object on which to expand themselves, + had increased the gloom of the castle, and imbittered the solitude of its + mistress. To teach him reading and writing as far as her skill went, to + attend to his childish comforts, to watch his boyish sports, became the + Lady's favourite amusement. In her circumstances, where the ear only heard + the lowing of the cattle from the distant hills, or the heavy step of the + warder as he walked upon his post, or the half-envied laugh of her maiden + as she turned her wheel, the appearance of the blooming and beautiful boy + gave an interest which can hardly be conceived by those who live amid + gayer and busier scenes. Young Roland was to the Lady of Avenel what the + flower, which occupies the window of some solitary captive, is to the poor + wight by whom it is nursed and cultivated,—something which at once + excited and repaid her care; and in giving the boy her affection, she + felt, as it were, grateful to him for releasing her from the state of dull + apathy in which she had usually found herself during the absence of Sir + Halbert Glendinning. + </p> + <p> + But even the charms of this blooming favourite were unable to chase the + recurring apprehensions which arose from her husband's procrastinated + return. Soon after Roland Graeme became a resident at the castle, a groom, + despatched by Sir Halbert, brought tidings that business still delayed the + Knight at the Court of Holyrood. The more distant period which the + messenger had assigned for his master's arrival at length glided away, + summer melted into autumn, and autumn was about to give place to winter, + and yet he came not. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Third. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The waning harvest-moon shone broad and bright, + The warder's horn was heard at dead of night, + And while the portals-wide were flung, + With trampling hoofs the rocky pavement rung. + LEYDEN. +</pre> + <p> + “And you, too, would be a soldier, Roland?” said the Lady of Avenel to her + young charge, while, seated on a stone chair at one end of the + battlements, she saw the boy attempt, with a long stick, to mimic the + motions of the warder, as he alternately shouldered, or ported, or sloped + pike. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Lady,” said the boy,—for he was now familiar, and replied to + her questions with readiness and alacrity,-“a soldier will I be; for there + ne'er was gentleman but who belted him with the brand.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou a gentleman!” said Lilias, who, as usual, was in attendance; “such a + gentleman as I would make of a bean-cod with a rusty knife.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, chide him not, Lilias,” said the Lady of Avenel, “for, beshrew me, + but I think he comes of gentle blood—see how it musters in his face + at your injurious reproof.” + </p> + <p> + “Had I my will, madam,” answered Lilias, “a good birchen wand should make + his colour muster to better purpose still.” + </p> + <p> + “On my word, Lilias,” said the Lady, “one would think you had received + harm from the poor boy—or is he so far on the frosty side of your + favour because he enjoys the sunny side of mine?” + </p> + <p> + “Over heavens forbode, my Lady!” answered Lilias; “I have lived too long + with gentles, I praise my stars for it, to fight with either follies or + fantasies, whether they relate to beast, bird, or boy.” + </p> + <p> + Lilias was a favourite in her own class, a spoiled domestic, and often + accustomed to take more licence than her mistress was at all times willing + to encourage. But what did not please the Lady of Avenel, she did not + choose to hear, and thus it was on the present occasion. She resolved to + look more close and sharply after the boy, who had hitherto been committed + chiefly to the management of Lilias. He must, she thought, be born of + gentle blood; it were shame to think otherwise of a form so noble, and + features so fair;—the very wildness in which he occasionally + indulged, his contempt of danger, and impatience of restraint, had in them + something noble;—assuredly the child was born of high rank. Such was + her conclusion, and she acted upon it accordingly. The domestics around + her, less jealous, or less scrupulous than Lilias, acted as servants + usually do, following the bias, and flattering, for their own purposes, + the humour of the Lady; and the boy soon took on him those airs of + superiority, which the sight of habitual deference seldom fails to + inspire. It seemed, in truth, as if to command were his natural sphere, so + easily did he use himself to exact and receive compliance with his + humours. The chaplain, indeed, might have interposed to check the air of + assumption which Roland Graeme so readily indulged, and most probably + would have willingly rendered him that favour; but the necessity of + adjusting with his brethren some disputed points of church discipline had + withdrawn him for some time from the castle, and detained him in a distant + part of the kingdom. + </p> + <p> + Matters stood thus in the castle of Avenel, when a winded bugle sent its + shrill and prolonged notes from the shore of the lake, and was replied to + cheerily by the signal of the warder. The Lady of Avenel knew the sounds + of her husband, and rushed to the window of the apartment in which she was + sitting. A band of about thirty spearmen, with a pennon displayed before + them, winded along the indented shores of the lake, and approached the + causeway. A single horseman rode at the head of the party, his bright arms + catching a glance of the October sun as he moved steadily along. Even at + that distance, the Lady recognized the lofty plume, bearing the mingled + colours of her own liveries and those of Glendonwyne, blended with the + holly-branch; and the firm seat and dignified demeanour of the rider, + joined to the stately motion of the dark-brown steed, sufficiently + announced Halbert Glendinning. + </p> + <p> + The Lady's first thought was that of rapturous joy at her husband's return—her + second was connected with a fear which had sometimes intruded itself, that + he might not altogether approve the peculiar distinction with which she + had treated her orphan ward. In this fear there was implied a + consciousness, that the favour she had shown him was excessive; for + Halbert Glendinning was at least as gentle and indulgent, as he was firm + and rational in the intercourse of his household; and to her in + particular, his conduct had ever been most affectionately tender. + </p> + <p> + Yet she did fear, that, on the present occasion, her conduct might incur + Sir Halbert's censure; and hastily resolving that she would not mention, + the anecdote of the boy until the next day, she ordered him to be + withdrawn from the apartment by Lilias. + </p> + <p> + “I will not go with Lilias, madam,” answered the spoiled child, who had + more than once carried his point by perseverance, and who, like his + betters, delighted in the exercise of such authority,—“I will not go + to Lilias's gousty room—I will stay and see that brave warrior who + comes riding so gallantly along the drawbridge.” + </p> + <p> + “You must not stay, Roland,” said the Lady, more positively than she + usually spoke to her little favourite. + </p> + <p> + “I will,” reiterated the boy, who had already felt his consequence, and + the probable chance of success. + </p> + <p> + “You <i>will</i>, Roland!” answered the Lady, “what manner of word is + that? I tell you, you must go.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Will</i>,” answered the forward boy, “is a word for a man, and <i>must</i> + is no word for a lady.” + </p> + <p> + “You are saucy, sirrah,” said the Lady—“Lilias, take him with you + instantly.” + </p> + <p> + “I always thought,” said Lilias, smiling, as she seized the reluctant boy + by the arm, “that my young master must give place to my old one.” + </p> + <p> + “And you, too, are malapert, mistress!” said the Lady; “hath the moon + changed, that ye all of you thus forget yourselves?” + </p> + <p> + Lilias made no reply, but led off the boy, who, too proud to offer + unavailing resistance, darted at his benefactress a glance, which + intimated plainly, how willingly he would have defied her authority, had + he possessed the power to make good his point. + </p> + <p> + The Lady of Avenel was vexed to find how much this trifling circumstance + had discomposed her, at the moment when she ought naturally to have been + entirely engrossed by her husband's return. But we do not recover + composure by the mere feeling that agitation is mistimed. The glow of + displeasure had not left the Lady's cheek, her ruffled deportment was not + yet entirely composed, when her husband, unhelmeted, but still wearing the + rest of his arms, entered the apartment. His appearance banished the + thoughts of every thing else; she rushed to him, clasped his iron-sheathed + frame in her arms, and kissed his martial and manly face with an affection + which was at once evident and sincere. The warrior returned her embrace + and her caress with the same fondness; for the time which had passed since + their union had diminished its romantic ardour, perhaps, but it had rather + increased its rational tenderness, and Sir Halbert Glendinning's long and + frequent absences from his castle had prevented affection from + degenerating by habit into indifference. + </p> + <p> + When the first eager greetings were paid and received, the Lady gazed + fondly on her husband's face as she remarked, “You are altered, Halbert—you + have ridden hard and far to-day, or you have been ill?” + </p> + <p> + “I have been well, Mary,” answered the Knight, “passing well have I been; + and a long ride is to me, thou well knowest, but a thing of constant + custom. Those who are born noble may slumber out their lives within the + walls of their castles and manor-houses; but he who hath achieved nobility + by his own deeds must ever be in the saddle, to show that he merits his + advancement.” + </p> + <p> + While he spoke thus, the Lady gazed fondly on him, as if endeavouring to + read his inmost soul; for the tone in which he spoke was that of + melancholy depression. + </p> + <p> + Sir Halbert Glendinning was the same, yet a different person from what he + had appeared in his early years. The fiery freedom of the aspiring youth + had given place to the steady and stern composure of the approved soldier + and skilful politician. There were deep traces of care on those noble + features, over which each emotion used formerly to pass, like light clouds + across a summer sky. That sky was now, not perhaps clouded, but still and + grave, like that of the sober autumn evening. The forehead was higher and + more bare than in early youth, and the locks which still clustered thick + and dark on the warrior's head, were worn away at the temples, not by age, + but by the constant pressure of the steel cap, or helmet. His beard, + according to the fashion of the time, grew short and thick, and was turned + into mustaches on the upper lip, and peaked at the extremity. The cheek, + weather-beaten and embrowned, had lost the glow of youth, but showed the + vigorous complexion of active and confirmed manhood. Halbert Glendinning + was, in a word, a knight to ride at a king's right hand, to bear his + banner in war, and to be his counsellor in time of peace; for his looks + expressed the considerate firmness which can resolve wisely and dare + boldly. Still, over these noble features, there now spread an air of + dejection, of which, perhaps, the owner was not conscious, but which did + not escape the observation of his anxious and affectionate partner. + </p> + <p> + “Something has happened, or is about to happen,” said the Lady of Avenel; + “this sadness sits not on your brow without cause—misfortune, + national or particular, must needs be at hand.” + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing new that I wot of,” said Halbert Glendinning; “but there + is little of evil which can befall a kingdom, that may not be apprehended + in this unhappy and divided realm.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, then,” said the Lady, “I see there hath really been some fatal work + on foot. My Lord of Murray has not so long detained you at Holyrood, save + that he wanted your help in some weighty purpose.” + </p> + <p> + “I have not been at Holyrood, Mary,” answered the Knight; “I have been + several weeks abroad.” + </p> + <p> + “Abroad! and sent me no word?” replied the Lady. + </p> + <p> + “What would the knowledge have availed, but to have rendered you unhappy, + my love?” replied the Knight; “your thoughts would have converted the + slightest breeze that curled your own lake, into a tempest raging in the + German ocean.” + </p> + <p> + “And have you then really crossed the sea?” said the Lady, to whom the + very idea of an element which she had never seen conveyed notions of + terror and of wonder,—“really left your own native land, and trodden + distant shores, where the Scottish tongue is unheard and unknown?” + </p> + <p> + “Really, and really,” said the Knight, taking her hand in affectionate + playfulness, “I have done this marvellous deed—have rolled on the + ocean for three days and three nights, with the deep green waves dashing + by the side of my pillow, and but a thin plank to divide me from it.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, my Halbert,” said the Lady, “that was a tempting of Divine + Providence. I never bade you unbuckle the sword from your side, or lay the + lance from your hand—I never bade you sit still when your honour + called you to rise and ride; but are not blade and spear dangers enough + for one man's life, and why would you trust rough waves and raging seas?” + </p> + <p> + “We have in Germany, and in the Low Countries, as they are called,” + answered Glendinning, “men who are united with us in faith, and with whom + it is fitting we should unite in alliance. To some of these I was + despatched on business as important as it was secret. I went in safety, + and I returned in security; there is more danger to a man's life betwixt + this and Holyrood, than are in all the seas that wash the lowlands of + Holland.” + </p> + <p> + “And the country, my Halbert, and the people,” said the Lady, “are they + like our kindly Scots? or what bearing have they to strangers?” + </p> + <p> + “They are a people, Mary, strong in their wealth, which renders all other + nations weak, and weak in those arts of war by which other nations are + strong.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not understand you,” said the Lady. + </p> + <p> + “The Hollander and the Fleming, Mary, pour forth their spirit in trade, + and not in war; their wealth purchases them the arms of foreign soldiers, + by whose aid they defend it. They erect dikes on the sea-shore to protect + the land which they have won, and they levy regiments of the stubborn + Switzers and hardy Germans to protect the treasures which they have + amassed. And thus they are strong in their weakness; for the very wealth + which tempts their masters to despoil them, arms strangers in their + behalf.” + </p> + <p> + “The slothful hinds!” exclaimed Mary, thinking and feeling like a + Scotswoman of the period; “have they hands, and fight not for the land + which bore them? They should be notched off at the elbow!” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, that were but hard justice,” answered her husband; “for their hands + serve their country, though not in battle, like ours. Look at these barren + hills, Mary, and at that deep winding vale by which the cattle are even + now returning from their scanty browse. The hand of the industrious + Fleming would cover these mountains with wood, and raise corn where we now + see a starved and scanty sward of heath and ling. It grieves me, Mary, + when I look on that land, and think what benefit it might receive from + such men as I have lately seen—men who seek not the idle fame + derived from dead ancestors, or the bloody renown won in modern broils, + but tread along the land, as preservers and improvers, not as tyrants and + destroyers.” + </p> + <p> + “These amendments would here be but a vain fancy, my Halbert,” answered + the Lady of Avenel; “the trees would be burned by the English foemen, ere + they ceased to be shrubs, and the grain that you raised would be gathered + in by the first neighbour that possessed more riders than follow your + train. Why should you repine at this? The fate that made you Scotsman by + birth, gave you head, and heart, and hand, to uphold the name as it must + needs be upheld.” + </p> + <p> + “It gave <i>me</i> no name to uphold,” said Halbert, pacing the floor + slowly; “my arm has been foremost in every strife—my voice has been + heard in every council, nor have the wisest rebuked me. The crafty + Lethington, the deep and dark Morton, have held secret council with me, + and Grange and Lindsay have owned, that in the field I did the devoir of a + gallant knight—but let the emergence be passed when they need my + head and hand, and they only know me as son of the obscure portioner of + Glendearg.” + </p> + <p> + This was a theme which the Lady always dreaded; for the rank conferred on + her husband, the favour in which he was held by the powerful Earl of + Murray, and the high talents by which he vindicated his right to that rank + and that favour, were qualities which rather increased than diminished the + envy which was harboured against Sir Halbert Glendinning among a proud + aristocracy, as a person originally of inferior and obscure birth, who had + risen to his present eminence solely by his personal merit. The natural + firmness of his mind did not enable him to despise the ideal advantages of + a higher pedigree, which were held in such universal esteem by all with + whom he conversed; and so open are the noblest minds to jealous + inconsistencies, that there were moments in which he felt mortified that + his lady should possess those advantages of birth and high descent which + he himself did not enjoy, and regretted that his importance as the + proprietor of Avenel was qualified by his possessing it only as the + husband of the heiress. He was not so unjust as to permit any unworthy + feelings to retain permanent possession of his mind, but yet they recurred + from time to time, and did not escape his lady's anxious observation. + </p> + <p> + “Had we been blessed with children,” she was wont on such occasions to say + to herself, “had our blood been united in a son who might have joined my + advantages of descent with my husband's personal worth, these painful and + irksome reflections had not disturbed our union even for a moment. But the + existence of such an heir, in whom our affections, as well as our + pretensions, might have centred, has been denied to us.” + </p> + <p> + With such mutual feelings, it cannot be wondered that it gave the Lady + pain to hear her husband verging towards this topic of mutual discontent. + On the present, as on other similar occasions, she endeavoured to divert + the knight's thoughts from this painful channel. + </p> + <p> + “How can you,” she said, “suffer yourself to dwell upon things which + profit nothing? Have you indeed no name to uphold? You, the good and the + brave, the wise in council, and the strong in battle, have you not to + support the reputation your own deeds have won, a reputation more + honourable than mere ancestry can supply? Good men love and honour you, + the wicked fear, and the turbulent obey you; and is it not necessary you + should exert yourself to ensure the endurance of that love, that honour, + and wholesome fear, and that necessary obedience?” + </p> + <p> + As she thus spoke, the eye of her husband caught from hers courage and + comfort, and it lightened as he took her hand and replied, “It is most + true, my Mary, and I deserve thy rebuke, who forget what I am, in repining + because I am not what I cannot be. I am now what the most famed ancestors + of those I envy were, the mean man raised into eminence by his own + exertions; and sure it is a boast as honourable to have those capacities + which are necessary to the foundation of a family, as to be descended from + one who possessed them some centuries before. The Hay of Loncarty, who + bequeathed his bloody yoke to his lineage,—the 'dark gray man,' who + first founded the house of Douglas, had yet less of ancestry to boast than + I have. For thou knowest, Mary, that my name derives itself from a line of + ancient warriors, although my immediate forefathers preferred the humble + station in which thou didst first find them; and war and counsel are not + less proper to the house of Glendonwyne, even, in its most remote + descendants, than to the proudest of their baronage.” [Footnote: This was + a house of ancient descent and superior consequence, including persons who + fought at Bannockburn and Otterburn, and closely connected by alliance and + friendship with the great Earls of Douglas. The Knight in this story + argues as most Scotsmen would do in his situation, for all of the same + clan are popularly considered as descended from the same stock, and as + having a right to the ancestral honor of the chief branch. This opinion, + though sometimes ideal, is so strong even at this day of innovation, that + it may be observed as a national difference between my countrymen and the + English. If you ask an Englishman of good birth, whether a person of the + same name be connected with him, he answers (if <i>in dubio.</i>) “No—he + is a mere namesake.” Ask a similar question of a Scot, (I mean a + Scotsman,) he replies—“He is one of our clan; I daresay there is a + relationship, though I do not know how distant.” The Englishman thinks of + discountenancing a species of rivalry in society; the Scotsman's answer is + grounded on the ancient idea of strengthening the clan.] + </p> + <p> + He strode across the hall as he spoke; and the Lady smiled internally to + observe how much his mind dwelt upon the prerogatives of birth, and + endeavoured to establish his claims, however remote, to a share in them, + at the very moment when he affected to hold them in contempt. It will + easily be guessed, however, that she permitted no symptom to escape her + that could show she was sensible of the weakness of her husband, a + perspicacity which perhaps his proud spirit could not very easily have + brooked. + </p> + <p> + As he returned from the extremity of the hall, to which he had stalked + while in the act of vindicating the title of the house of Glendonwyne in + its most remote branches to the full privileges of aristocracy, “Where,” + he said, “is Wolf? I have not seen him since my return, and he was usually + the first to welcome my home-coming.” + </p> + <p> + “Wolf,” said the Lady, with a slight degree of embarrassment, for which + perhaps, she would have found it difficult to assign any reason even to + herself, “Wolf is chained up for the present. He hath been surly to my + page.” + </p> + <p> + “Wolf chained up—and Wolf surly to your page!” answered Sir Halbert + Glendinning; “Wolf never was surly to any one; and the chain will either + break his spirit or render him savage—So ho, there—set Wolf + free directly.” + </p> + <p> + He was obeyed; and the huge dog rushed into the hall, disturbing, by his + unwieldy and boisterous gambols, the whole economy of reels, rocks, and + distaffs, with which the maidens of the household were employed when the + arrival of their lord was a signal to them to withdraw, and extracting + from Lilias, who was summoned to put them again in order, the natural + observation, “That the Laird's pet was as troublesome as the lady's page.” + </p> + <p> + “And who is this page, Mary?” said the Knight, his attention again called + to the subject by the observation of the waiting-woman,—“Who is this + page, whom every one seems to weigh in the balance with my old friend and + favourite, Wolf?—When did you aspire to the dignity of keeping a + page, or who is the boy?” + </p> + <p> + “I trust, my Halbert,” said the Lady, not without a blush, “you will not + think your wife entitled to less attendance than other ladies of her + quality?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, Dame Mary,” answered the Knight, “it is enough you desire such an + attendant.—Yet I have never loved to nurse such useless menials—a + lady's page—it may well suit the proud English dames to have a + slender youth to bear their trains from bower to hall, fan them when they + slumber, and touch the lute for them when they please to listen; but our + Scottish matrons were wont to be above such vanities, and our Scottish + youth ought to be bred to the spear and the stirrup.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but, my husband,” said the Lady, “I did but jest when I called this + boy my page; he is in sooth a little orphan whom we saved from perishing + in the lake, and whom I have since kept in the castle out of charity.—Lilias, + bring little Roland hither.” + </p> + <p> + Roland entered accordingly, and, flying to the Lady's side, took hold of + the plaits of her gown, and then turned round, and gazed with an attention + not unmingled with fear, upon the stately form of the Knight.—“Roland,” + said the Lady, “go kiss the hand of the noble Knight, and ask him to be + thy protector.”—But Roland obeyed not, and, keeping his station, + continued to gaze fixedly and timidly on Sir Halbert Glendinning.—“Go + to the Knight, boy,” said the Lady; “what dost thou fear, child? Go, kiss + Sir Halbert's hand.” + </p> + <p> + “I will kiss no hand save yours, Lady,” answered the boy. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but do as you are commanded, child,” replied the Lady.—“He is + dashed by your presence,” she said, apologizing to her husband; “but is he + not a handsome boy?” + </p> + <p> + “And so is Wolf,” said Sir Halbert, as he patted his huge four-footed + favourite, “a handsome dog; but he has this double advantage over your new + favourite, that he does what he is commanded, and hears not when he is + praised.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, now you are displeased with me,” replied the Lady; “and yet why + should you be so? There is nothing wrong in relieving the distressed + orphan, or in loving that which is in itself lovely and deserving of + affection. But you have seen Mr. Warden at Edinburgh, and he has set you + against the poor boy.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear Mary,” answered her husband, “Mr. Warden better knows his place + than to presume to interfere either in your affairs or mine. I neither + blame your relieving this boy, nor your kindness for him. But, I think, + considering his birth and prospects, you ought not to treat him with + injudicious fondness, which can only end in rendering him unfit for the + humble situation to which Heaven has designed him.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but, my Halbert, do but look at the boy,” said the Lady, “and see + whether he has not the air of being intended by Heaven for something + nobler than a mere peasant. May he not be designed, as others have been, + to rise out of a humble situation into honour and eminence?” + </p> + <p> + Thus far had she proceeded, when the consciousness that she was treading + upon delicate ground at once occurred to her, and induced her to take the + most natural, but the worst of all courses in such occasions, whether in + conversation or in an actual bog, namely, that of stopping suddenly short + in the illustration which she had commenced. Her brow crimsoned, and that + of Sir Halbert Glendinning was slightly overcast. But it was only for an + instant; for he was incapable of mistaking his lady's meaning, or + supposing that she meant intentional disrespect to him. + </p> + <p> + “Be it as you please, my love,” he replied; “I owe you too much to + contradict you in aught which may render your solitary mode of life more + endurable. Make of this youth what you will, and you have my full + authority for doing so. But remember he is your charge, not mine—remember + he hath limbs to do man's service, a soul and a tongue to worship God; + breed him, therefore, to be true to his country and to Heaven; and for the + rest, dispose of him as you list—it is, and shall rest, your own + matter.” + </p> + <p> + This conversation decided the fate of Roland Graeme, who from + thence-forward was little noticed by the master of the mansion of Avenel, + but indulged and favoured by its mistress. + </p> + <p> + This situation led to many important consequences, and, in truth, tended + to bring forth the character of the youth in all its broad lights and deep + shadows. As the Knight himself seemed tacitly to disclaim alike interest + and control over the immediate favourite of his lady, young Roland was, by + circumstances, exempted from the strict discipline to which, as the + retainer of a Scottish man of rank, he would otherwise have been + subjected, according to all the rigour of the age. But the steward, or + master of the household—such was the proud title assumed by the head + domestic of each petty baron—deemed it not advisable to interfere + with the favourite of the Lady, and especially since she had brought the + estate into the present family. Master Jasper Wingate was a man + experienced, as he often boasted, in the ways of great families, and knew + how to keep the steerage even when the wind and tide chanced to be in + contradiction. + </p> + <p> + This prudent personage winked at much, and avoided giving opportunity for + farther offence, by requesting little of Roland Graeme beyond the degree + of attention which he was himself disposed to pay; rightly conjecturing, + that however lowly the place which the youth might hold in the favour of + the Knight of Avenel, still to make an evil report of him would make an + enemy of the Lady, without securing the favour of her husband. With these + prudential considerations, and doubtless not without an eye to his own + ease and convenience, he taught the boy as much, and only as much, as he + chose to learn, readily admitting whatever apology it pleased his pupil to + allege in excuse for idleness or negligence. As the other persons in the + castle, to whom such tasks were delegated, readily imitated the prudential + conduct of the major-domo, there was little control used towards Roland + Graeme, who, of course, learned no more than what a very active mind, and + a total impatience of absolute idleness led him to acquire upon his own + account, and by dint of his own exertions. The latter were especially + earnest, when the Lady herself condescended to be his tutress, or to + examine his progress. + </p> + <p> + It followed also from his quality as my Lady's favourite, that Roland was + viewed with no peculiar good-will by the followers of the Knight, many of + whom, of the same age, and apparently similar origin, with the fortunate + page, were subjected to severe observance of the ancient and rigorous + discipline of a feudal retainer. To these, Roland Graeme was of course an + object of envy, and, in consequence, of dislike and detraction; but the + youth possessed qualities which it was impossible to depreciate. Pride, + and a sense of early ambition, did for him what severity and constant + instruction did for others. In truth, the youthful Roland displayed that + early flexibility both of body and mind, which renders exercise, either + mental or bodily, rather matter of sport than of study; and it seemed as + if he acquired accidentally, and by starts, those accomplishments, which + earnest and constant instruction, enforced by frequent reproof and + occasional chastisement, had taught to others. Such military exercises, + such lessons of the period, as he found it agreeable or convenient to + apply to, he learned so perfectly, as to confound those who were ignorant + how often the want of constant application is compensated by vivacity of + talent and ardent enthusiasm. The lads, therefore, who were more regularly + trained to arms, to horsemanship, and to other necessary exercises of the + period, while they envied Roland Graeme the indulgence or negligence with + which he seemed to be treated, had little reason to boast of their own + superior acquirements; a few hours, with the powerful exertion of a most + energetic will, seemed to do for him more than the regular instruction of + weeks could accomplish for others. + </p> + <p> + Under these advantages, if, indeed, they were to be termed such, the + character of young Roland began to develope itself. It was bold, + peremptory, decisive, and overbearing; generous, if neither withstood nor + contradicted; vehement and passionate, if censured or opposed. He seemed + to consider himself as attached to no one, and responsible to no one, + except his mistress, and even over her mind he had gradually acquired that + species of ascendancy which indulgence is so apt to occasion. And although + the immediate followers and dependents of Sir Halbert Glendinning saw his + ascendancy with jealousy, and often took occasion to mortify his vanity, + there wanted not those who were willing to acquire the favour of the Lady + of Avenel by humouring and taking part with the youth whom she protected; + for although a favourite, as the poet assures us, has no friend, he seldom + fails to have both followers and flatterers. + </p> + <p> + The partisans of Roland Graeme were chiefly to be found amongst the + inhabitants of the little hamlet on the shore of the lake. These + villagers, who were sometimes tempted to compare their own situation with + that of the immediate and constant followers of the Knight, who attended + him on his frequent journeys to Edinburgh and elsewhere, delighted in + considering and representing themselves as more properly the subjects of + the Lady of Avenel than of her husband. It is true, her wisdom and + affection on all occasions discountenanced the distinction which was here + implied; but the villagers persisted in thinking it must be agreeable to + her to enjoy their peculiar and undivided homage, or at least in acting as + if they thought so; and one chief mode by which they evinced their + sentiments, was by the respect they paid to young Roland Graeme, the + favourite attendant of the descendant of their ancient lords. This was a + mode of flattery too pleasing to encounter rebuke or censure; and the + opportunity which it afforded the youth to form, as it were, a party of + his own within the limits of the ancient barony of Avenel, added not a + little to the audacity and decisive tone of a character, which was by + nature bold, impetuous, and incontrollable. + </p> + <p> + Of the two members of the household who had manifested an early jealousy + of Roland Graeme, the prejudices of Wolf were easily overcome; and in + process of time the noble dog slept with Bran, Luath, and the celebrated + hounds of ancient days. But Mr. Warden, the chaplain, lived, and retained + his dislike to the youth. That good man, single-minded and benevolent as + he really was, entertained rather more than a reasonable idea of the + respect due to him as a minister, and exacted from the inhabitants of the + castle more deference than the haughty young page, proud of his mistress's + favour, and petulant from youth and situation, was at all times willing to + pay. His bold and free demeanour, his attachment to rich dress and + decoration, his inaptitude to receive instruction, and his hardening + himself against rebuke, were circumstances which induced the good old man, + with more haste than charity, to set the forward page down as a vessel of + wrath, and to presage that the youth nursed that pride and haughtiness of + spirit which goes before ruin and destruction. On the other hand, Roland + evinced at times a marked dislike, and even something like contempt, of + the chaplain. Most of the attendants and followers of Sir Halbert + Glendinning entertained the same charitable thoughts as the reverend Mr. + Warden; but while Roland was favoured by their lady, and endured by their + lord, they saw no policy in making their opinions public. + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme was sufficiently sensible of the unpleasant situation in + which he stood; but in the haughtiness of his heart he retorted upon the + other domestics the distant, cold, and sarcastic manner in which they + treated him, assumed an air of superiority which compelled the most + obstinate to obedience, and had the satisfaction at least to be dreaded, + if he was heartily hated. + </p> + <p> + The chaplain's marked dislike had the effect of recommending him to the + attention of Sir Halbert's brother, Edward, who now, under the conventual + appellation of Father Ambrose, continued to be one of the few monks who, + with the Abbot Eustatius, had, notwithstanding the nearly total downfall + of their faith under the regency of Murray, been still permitted to linger + in the cloisters at Kennaquhair. Respect to Sir Halbert had prevented + their being altogether driven out of the Abbey, though their order was now + in a great measure suppressed, and they were interdicted the public + exercise of their ritual, and only allowed for their support a small + pension out of their once splendid revenues. Father Ambrose, thus + situated, was an occasional, though very rare visitant, at the Castle of + Avenel, and was at such times observed to pay particular attention to + Roland Graeme, who seemed to return it with more depth of feeling than + consisted with his usual habits. + </p> + <p> + Thus situated, years glided on, during which the Knight of Avenel + continued to act a frequent and important part in the convulsions of his + distracted country; while young Graeme anticipated, both in wishes and + personal accomplishments, the age which should enable him to emerge from + the obscurity of his present situation. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Fourth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Amid their cups that freely flow'd, + Their revelry and mirth, + A youthful lord tax'd Valentine + With base and doubtful birth. + VALENTINE AND ORSON. +</pre> + <p> + When Roland Graeme was a youth about seventeen years of age, he chanced + one summer morning to descend to the mew in which Sir Halbert Glendinning + kept his hawks, in order to superintend the training of an eyas, or young + hawk, which he himself, at the imminent risk of neck and limbs, had taken + from the celebrated eyry in the neighborhood, called Gledscraig. As he was + by no means satisfied with the attention which had been bestowed on his + favourite bird, he was not slack in testifying his displeasure to the + falconer's lad, whose duty it was to have attended upon it. + </p> + <p> + “What, ho! sir knave,” exclaimed Roland, “is it thus you feed the eyas + with unwashed meat, as if you were gorging the foul brancher of a + worthless hoodie-crow? by the mass, and thou hast neglected its castings + also for these two days! Think'st thou I ventured my neck to bring the + bird down from the crag, that thou shouldst spoil him by thy neglect?” And + to add force to his remonstrances, he conferred a cuff or two on the + negligent attendant of the hawks, who, shouting rather louder than was + necessary under all the circumstances, brought the master falconer to his + assistance. + </p> + <p> + Adam Woodcock, the falconer of Avenel, was an Englishman by birth, but so + long in the service of Glendinning, that he had lost much of his notional + attachment in that which he had formed to his master. He was a favourite + in his department, jealous and conceited of his skill, as masters of the + game usually are; for the rest of his character he was a jester and a + parcel poet, (qualities which by no means abated his natural conceit,) a + jolly fellow, who, though a sound Protestant, loved a flagon of ale better + than a long sermon, a stout man of his hands when need required, true to + his master, and a little presuming on his interest with him. + </p> + <p> + Adam Woodcock, such as we have described him, by no means relished the + freedom used by young Graeme, in chastising his assistant. “Hey, hey, my + Lady's page,” said he, stepping between his own boy and Roland, “fair and + softly, an it like your gilt jacket—hands off is fair play—if + my boy has done amiss, I can beat him myself, and then you may keep your + hands soft.” + </p> + <p> + “I will beat him and thee too,” answered Roland, without hesitation, “an + you look not better after your business. See how the bird is cast away + between you. I found the careless lurdane feeding him with unwashed flesh, + and she an eyas.” [Footnote: There is a difference amongst authorities how + long the nestling hawk should be fed with flesh which has previously been + washed.] + </p> + <p> + “Go to,” said the falconer, “thou art but an eyas thyself, child Roland.—What + knowest thou of feeding? I say that the eyas should have her meat + unwashed, until she becomes a brancher—'twere the ready way to give + her the frounce, to wash her meat sooner, and so knows every one who knows + a gled from a falcon.” + </p> + <p> + “It is thine own laziness, thou false English blood, that dost nothing but + drink and sleep,” retorted the page, “and leaves that lither lad to do the + work, which he minds as little as thou.” + </p> + <p> + “And am I so idle then,” said the falconer, “that have three cast of hawks + to look after, at perch and mew, and to fly them in the field to boot?—and + is my Lady's page so busy a man that he must take me up short?—and + am I of false English blood?—I marvel what blood thou art—neither + Englander nor Scot—fish nor flesh—a bastard from the + Debateable Land, without either kith, kin, or ally!—Marry, out upon + thee, foul kite, that would fain be a tercel gentle!” + </p> + <p> + The reply to this sarcasm was a box on the ear, so well applied, that it + overthrew the falconer into the cistern in which water was kept for the + benefit of the hawks. Up started Adam Woodcock, his wrath no way appeased + by the cold immersion, and seizing on a truncheon which stood by, would + have soon requited the injury he had received, had not Roland laid his + hand on his poniard, and sworn by all that was sacred, that if he offered + a stroke towards him, he would sheath the blade in his bowels. The noise + was now so great, that more than one of the household came in, and amongst + others the major-domo, a grave personage, already mentioned, whose gold + chain and white wand intimated his authority. At the appearance of this + dignitary, the strife was for the present appeased. He embraced, however, + so favourable an opportunity, to read Roland Graeme a shrewd lecture on + the impropriety of his deportment to his fellow-menials, and to assure + him, that, should he communicate this fray to his master, (who, though now + on one of his frequent expeditions, was speedily expected to return,) + which but for respect to his Lady he would most certainly do, the + residence of the culprit in the Castle of Avenel would be but of brief + duration. “But, however,” added the prudent master of the household, “I + will report the matter first to my Lady.” + </p> + <p> + “Very just, very right, Master Wingate,” exclaimed several voices + together; “my Lady will consider if daggers, are to be drawn on us for + every idle word, and whether we are to live in a well-ordered household, + where there is the fear of God, or amidst drawn dirks and sharp knives.” + </p> + <p> + The object of this general resentment darted an angry glance around him, + and suppressing with difficulty the desire which urged him to reply in + furious or in contemptuous language, returned his dagger into his + scabbard, looked disdainfully around upon the assembled menials, turned + short upon his heel, and pushing aside those who stood betwixt him and the + door, left the apartment. + </p> + <p> + “This will be no tree for my nest,” said the falconer, “if this + cock-sparrow is to crow over us as he seems to do.” + </p> + <p> + “He struck me with his switch yesterday,” said one of the grooms, “because + the tail of his worship's gelding was not trimmed altogether so as suited + his humour.” + </p> + <p> + “And I promise you,” said the laundress, “my young master will stick + nothing to call an honest woman slut and quean, if there be but a speck of + soot upon his band-collar.” + </p> + <p> + “If Master Wingate do not his errand to my Lady,” was the general result, + “there will be no tarrying in the same house with Roland Graeme.” + </p> + <p> + The master of the household heard them all for some time, and then, + motioning for universal silence, he addressed them with all the dignity of + Malvolio himself.—“My masters,—not forgetting you, my + mistresses,—do not think the worse of me that I proceed with as much + care as haste in this matter. Our master is a gallant knight, and will + have his sway at home and abroad, in wood and field, in hall and bower, as + the saying is. Our Lady, my benison upon her, is also a noble person of + long descent, and rightful heir of this place and barony, and she also + loves her will; as for that matter, show me the woman who doth not. Now, + she hath favoured, doth favour, and will favour, this jack-an-ape,—for + what good part about him I know not, save that as one noble lady will love + a messan dog, and another a screaming popinjay, and a third a Barbary ape, + so doth it please our noble dame to set her affections upon this stray elf + of a page, for nought that I can think of, save that she—was the + cause of his being saved (the more's the pity) from drowning.” And here + Master Wingate made a pause. + </p> + <p> + “I would have been his caution for a gray groat against salt water or + fresh,” said Roland's adversary, the falconer; “marry, if he crack not a + rope for stabbing or for snatching, I will be content never to hood hawk + again.” + </p> + <p> + “Peace, Adam Woodcock,” said Wingate, waving his hand; “I prithee, peace + man—Now, my Lady liking this springald, as aforesaid, differs + therein from my Lord, who loves never a bone in his skin. Now, is it for + me to stir up strife betwixt them, and put as'twere my finger betwixt the + bark and the tree, on account of a pragmatical youngster, whom, + nevertheless, I would willingly see whipped forth of the barony? Have + patience, and this boil will break without our meddling. I have been in + service since I wore a beard on my chin, till now that that beard is + turned gray, and I have seldom known any one better themselves, even by + taking the lady's part against the lord's; but never one who did not dirk + himself, if he took the lord's against the lady's.” + </p> + <p> + “And so,” said Lilias, “we are to be crowed over, every one of us, men and + women, cock and hen, by this little upstart?—I will try titles with + him first, I promise you.—I fancy, Master Wingate, for as wise as + you look, you will be pleased to tell what you have seen to-day, if my + lady commands you?” + </p> + <p> + “To speak the truth when my lady commands me,” answered the prudential + major-domo, “is in some measure my duty, Mistress Lilias; always providing + for and excepting those cases in which it cannot be spoken without + breeding mischief and inconvenience to myself or my fellow-servants; for + the tongue of a tale-bearer breaketh bones as well as Jeddart-staff.” + [Footnote: A species of battle-axe, so called as being in especial use in + that ancient burgh, whose armorial bearing still represent an armed + horseman brandishing such a weapon.] + </p> + <p> + “But this imp of Satan is none of your friends or fellow-servants,” said + Lilias; “and I trust you mean not to stand up for him against the whole + family besides?” + </p> + <p> + “Credit me, Mrs. Lilias,” replied the senior, “should I see the time + fitting, I would, with right good-will give him a lick with the rough side + of my tongue.” + </p> + <p> + “Enough said, Master Wingate,” answered Lilias; “then trust me his song + shall soon be laid. If my mistress does not ask me what is the matter + below stairs before she be ten minutes of time older, she is no born + woman, and my name is not Lilias Bradbourne.” + </p> + <p> + In pursuance of her plan, Mistress Lilias failed not to present herself + before her mistress with all the exterior of one who is possessed of an + important secret,—that is, she had the corners of her mouth turned + down, her eyes raised up, her lips pressed as fast together as if they had + been sewed up, to prevent her babbling, and an air of prim mystical + importance diffused over her whole person and demeanour, which seemed to + intimate, “I know something which I am resolved not to tell you!” + </p> + <p> + Lilias had rightly read her mistress's temper, who, wise and good as she + was, was yet a daughter of grandame Eve, and could not witness this + mysterious bearing on the part of her waiting-woman without longing to + ascertain the secret cause. For a space, Mrs. Lilias was obdurate to all + inquiries, sighed, turned her eyes up higher yet to heaven, hoped for the + best, but had nothing particular to communicate. All this, as was most + natural and proper, only stimulated the Lady's curiosity; neither was her + importunity to be parried with,—“Thank God, I am no makebate—no + tale-bearer,—thank God, I never envied any one's favour, or was + anxious to propale their misdemeanour-only, thank God, there has been no + bloodshed and murder in the house—that is all.” + </p> + <p> + “Bloodshed and murder!” exclaimed the Lady, “what does the quean mean?—if + you speak not plain out, you shall have something you will scarce be + thankful for.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, my Lady,” answered Lilias, eager to disburden her mind, or, in, + Chaucer's phrase, to “unbuckle her mail,” “if you bid me speak out the + truth, you must not be moved with what might displease you—Roland + Graeme has dirked Adam Woodstock—that is all.” + </p> + <p> + “Good Heaven!” said the Lady, turning pale as ashes, “is the man slain?” + </p> + <p> + “No, madam,” replied Lilias, “but slain he would have been, if there had + not been ready help; but may be, it is your Ladyship's pleasure that this + young esquire shall poniard the servants, as well as switch and baton + them.” + </p> + <p> + “Go to, minion,” said the Lady, “you are saucy-tell the master of the + household to attend me instantly.” + </p> + <p> + Lilias hastened to seek out Mr. Wingate, and hurry him to his lady's + presence, speaking as a word in season to him on the way, “I have set the + stone a-trowling, look that you do not let it stand still.” + </p> + <p> + The steward, too prudential a person to commit himself otherwise, answered + by a sly look and a nod of intelligence, and presently after stood in the + presence of the Lady of Avenel, with a look of great respect for his lady, + partly real, partly affected, and an air of great sagacity, which inferred + no ordinary conceit of himself. + </p> + <p> + “How is this, Wingate,” said the Lady, “and what rule do you keep in the + castle, that the domestics of Sir Halbert Glendinning draw the dagger on + each other, as in a cavern of thieves and murderers?—is the wounded + man much hurt? and what—what hath become of the unhappy boy?” + </p> + <p> + “There is no one wounded as yet, madam,” replied he of the golden chain; + “it passes my poor skill to say how many may be wounded before Pasche, + [Footnote: Easter.] if some rule be not taken with this youth—not + but the youth is a fair youth,” he added, correcting himself, “and able at + his exercise; but somewhat too ready with the ends of his fingers, the + butt of his riding-switch, and the point of his dagger.” + </p> + <p> + “And whose fault is that,” said the Lady, “but yours, who should have + taught him better discipline, than to brawl or to draw his dagger.” + </p> + <p> + “If it please your Ladyship so to impose the blame on me,” answered the + steward, “it is my part, doubtless, to bear it—only I submit to your + consideration, that unless I nailed his weapon to the scabbard, I could no + more keep it still, than I could fix quicksilver, which defied even the + skill of Raymond Lullius.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me not of Raymond Lullius,” said the Lady, losing patience, “but + send me the chaplain hither. You grow all of you too wise for me, during + your lord's long and repeated absences. I would to God his affairs would + permit him to remain at home and rule his own household, for it passes my + wit and skill!” + </p> + <p> + “God forbid, my Lady!” said the old domestic, “that you should sincerely + think what you are now pleased to say: your old servants might well hope, + that after so many years' duty, you would do their service more justice + than to distrust their gray hairs, because they cannot rule the peevish + humour of a green head, which the owner carries, it may be, a brace of + inches higher than becomes him.” + </p> + <p> + “Leave me,” said the Lady; “Sir Halbert's return must now be expected + daily, and he will look into these matters himself—leave me, I say, + Wingate, without saying more of it. I know you are honest, and I believe + the boy is petulant; and yet I think it is my favour which hath set all of + you against him.” + </p> + <p> + The steward bowed and retired, after having been silenced in a second + attempt to explain the motives on which he acted. + </p> + <p> + The chaplain arrived; but neither from him did the Lady receive much + comfort. On the contrary, she found him disposed, in plain terms, to lay + to the door of her indulgence all the disturbances which the fiery temper + of Roland Graeme had already occasioned, or might hereafter occasion, in + the family. “I would,” he said, “honoured Lady, that you had deigned to be + ruled by me in the outset of this matter, sith it is easy to stem evil in + the fountain, but hard to struggle against it in the stream. You, honoured + madam, (a word which I do not use according to the vain forms of this + world, but because I have ever loved and honoured you as an honourable and + elect lady,)—you, I say, madam, have been pleased, contrary to my + poor but earnest counsel, to raise this boy from his station, into one + approaching to your own.” + </p> + <p> + “What mean you, reverend sir?” said the Lady; “I have made this youth a + page—is there aught in my doing so that does not become my character + and quality?” + </p> + <p> + “I dispute not, madam,” said the pertinacious preacher, “your benevolent + purpose in taking charge of this youth, or your title to give him this + idle character of page, if such was your pleasure; though what the + education of a boy in the train of a female can tend to, save to ingraft + foppery and effeminacy on conceit and arrogance, it passes my knowledge to + discover. But I blame you more directly for having taken little care to + guard him against the perils of his condition, or to tame and humble a + spirit naturally haughty, overbearing, and impatient. You have brought + into your bower a lion's cub; delighted with the beauty of his fur, and + the grace of his gambols, you have bound him with no fetters befitting the + fierceness of his disposition. You have let him grow up as unawed as if he + had been still a tenant of the forest, and now you are surprised, and call + out for assistance, when he begins to ramp, rend, and tear, according to + his proper nature.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Warden,” said the Lady, considerably offended, “you are my husband's + ancient friend, and I believe your love sincere to him and to his + household. Yet let me say, that when I asked you for counsel, I expected + not this asperity of rebuke. If I have done wrong in loving this poor + orphan lad more than others of his class, I scarce think the error merited + such severe censure; and if stricter discipline were required to keep his + fiery temper in order, it ought, I think, to be considered, that I am a + woman, and that if I have erred in this matter, it becomes a friend's part + rather to aid than to rebuke me. I would these evils were taken order with + before my lord's return. He loves not domestic discord or domestic brawls; + and I would not willingly that he thought such could arise from one whom I + favoured—What do you counsel me to do?” + </p> + <p> + “Dismiss this youth from your service, madam,” replied the preacher. + </p> + <p> + “You cannot bid me do so,” said the Lady; “you cannot, as a Christian and + a man of humanity, bid me turn away an unprotected creature against whom + my favour, my injudicious favour if you will, has reared up so many + enemies.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not necessary you should altogether abandon him, though you dismiss + him to another service, or to a calling better suiting his station and + character,” said the preacher; “elsewhere he maybe an useful and + profitable member of the commonweal—here he is but a makebate, and a + stumbling-block of offence. The youth has snatches of sense and of + intelligence, though he lacks industry. I will myself give him letters + commendatory to Olearius Schinderhausen, a learned professor at the famous + university of Leyden, where they lack an under-janitor—where, + besides gratis instruction, if God give him the grace to seek it, he will + enjoy five merks by the year, and the professor's cast-off suit, which he + disparts with biennially.” + </p> + <p> + “This will never do, good Mr. Warden,” said the Lady, scarce able to + suppress a smile; “we will think more at large upon this matter. In the + meanwhile, I trust to your remonstrances with this wild boy and with the + family, for restraining these violent and unseemly jealousies and bursts + of passion; and I entreat you to press on him and them their duty in this + respect towards God, and towards their master.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall be obeyed, madam,” said Warden. “On the next Thursday I exhort + the family, and will, with God's blessing, so wrestle with the demon of + wrath and violence, which hath entered into my little flock, that I trust + to hound the wolf out of the fold, as if he were chased away with + bandogs.” + </p> + <p> + This was the part of the conference from which Mr. Warden derived the + greatest pleasure. The pulpit was at that time the same powerful engine + for affecting popular feeling which the press has since become, and he had + been no unsuccessful preacher, as we have already seen. It followed as a + natural consequence, that he rather over-estimated the powers of his own + oratory, and, like some of his brethren about the period, was glad of an + opportunity to handle any matters of importance, whether public or + private, the discussion of which could be dragged into his discourse. In + that rude age the delicacy was unknown which prescribed time and place to + personal exhortations; and as the court-preacher often addressed the King + individually, and dictated to him the conduct he ought to observe in + matters of state, so the nobleman himself, or any of his retainers, were, + in the chapel of the feudal castle, often incensed or appalled, as the + case might be, by the discussion of their private faults in the evening + exercise, and by spiritual censures directed against them, specifically, + personally, and by name. The sermon, by means of which Henry Warden + purposed to restore concord and good order to the Castle of Avenel, bore + for text the well-known words, “<i>He who striketh with the sword shall + perish by the sword,</i>” and was a singular mixture of good sense and + powerful oratory with pedantry and bad taste. He enlarged a good deal on + the word striketh, which he assured his hearers comprehended blows given + with the point as well as with the edge, and more generally, shooting with + hand-gun, cross-bow, or long-bow, thrusting with a lance, or doing any + thing whatever by which death might be occasioned to the adversary. In the + same manner, he proved satisfactorily, that the word sword comprehended + all descriptions, whether backsword or basket-hilt, cut-and-thrust or + rapier, falchion, or scimitar. “But if,” he continued, with still greater + animation, “the text includeth in its anathema those who strike with any + of those weapons which man hath devised for the exercise of his open + hostility, still more doth it comprehend such as from their form and size + are devised rather for the gratification of privy malice by treachery, + than for the destruction of an enemy prepared and standing upon his + defence. Such,” he proceeded, looking sternly at the place where the page + was seated on a cushion at the feet of his mistress, and wearing in his + crimson belt a gay dagger with a gilded hilt,—“such, more + especially, I hold to be those implements of death, which, in our modern + and fantastic times, are worn not only by thieves and cut-throats, to whom + they most properly belong, but even by those who attend upon women, and + wait in the chambers of honourable ladies. Yes, my friends,—every + species of this unhappy weapon, framed for all evil and for no good, is + comprehended under this deadly denunciation, whether it be a stillet, + which we have borrowed from the treacherous Italian, or a dirk, which is + borne by the savage Highlandman, or a whinger, which is carried by our own + Border thieves and cut-throats, or a dudgeon-dagger, all are alike engines + invented by the devil himself, for ready implements of deadly wrath, + sudden to execute, and difficult to be parried. Even the common + sword-and-buckler brawler despises the use of such a treacherous and + malignant instrument, which is therefore fit to be used, not by men or + soldiers, but by those who, trained under female discipline, become + themselves effeminate hermaphrodites, having female spite and female + cowardice added to the infirmities and evil passions of their masculine + nature.” + </p> + <p> + The effect which this oration produced upon the assembled congregation of + Avenel cannot very easily be described. The lady seemed at once + embarrassed and offended; the menials could hardly contain, under an + affectation of deep attention, the joy with which they heard the chaplain + launch his thunders at the head of the unpopular favourite, and the weapon + which they considered as a badge of affectation and finery. Mrs. Lilias + crested and drew up her head with all the deep-felt pride of gratified + resentment; while the steward, observing a strict neutrality of aspect, + fixed his eyes upon an old scutcheon on the opposite side of the wall, + which he seemed to examine with the utmost accuracy, more willing, + perhaps, to incur the censure of being inattentive to the sermon, than + that of seeming to listen with marked approbation to what appeared so + distasteful to his mistress. + </p> + <p> + The unfortunate subject of the harangue, whom nature had endowed with + passions which had hitherto found no effectual restraint, could not + disguise the resentment which he felt at being thus directly held up to + the scorn, as well as the censure, of the assembled inhabitants of the + little world in which he lived. His brow grew red, his lip grew pale, he + set his teeth, he clenched his hand, and then with mechanical readiness + grasped the weapon of which the clergyman had given so hideous a + character; and at length, as the preacher heightened the colouring of his + invective, he felt his rage become so ungovernable, that, fearful of being + hurried into some deed of desperate violence, he rose up, traversed the + chapel with hasty steps, and left the congregation. + </p> + <p> + The preacher was surprised into a sudden pause, while the fiery youth shot + across him like a flash of lightning, regarding him as he passed, as if he + had wished to dart from his eyes the same power of blighting and of + consuming. But no sooner had he crossed the chapel, and shut with violence + behind him the door of the vaulted entrance by which it communicated with + the castle, than the impropriety of his conduct supplied Warden with one + of those happier subjects for eloquence, of which he knew how to take + advantage for making a suitable impression on his hearers. He paused for + an instant, and then pronounced, in a slow and solemn voice, the deep + anathema: “He hath gone out from us because he was not of us—the + sick man hath been offended at the wholesome bitter of the medicine—the + wounded patient hath flinched from the friendly knife of the surgeon—the + sheep hath fled from the sheepfold and delivered himself to the wolf, + because he could not assume the quiet and humble conduct demanded of us by + the great Shepherd. Ah! my brethren, beware of wrath—beware of pride—beware + of the deadly and destroying sin which so often shows itself to our frail + eyes in the garments of light! What is our earthly honour? Pride, and + pride only—What our earthly gifts and graces? Pride and vanity. + Voyagers speak of Indian men who deck themselves with shells, and anoint + themselves with pigments, and boast of their attire as we do of our + miserable carnal advantages—Pride could draw down the morning-star + from Heaven even to the verge of the pit—Pride and self-opinion + kindled the flaming sword which waves us off from Paradise—Pride + made Adam mortal, and a weary wanderer on the face of the earth, which he + had else been at this day the immortal lord of—Pride brought amongst + us sin, and doubles every sin it has brought. It is the outpost which the + devil and the flesh most stubbornly maintain against the assaults of + grace; and until it be subdued, and its barriers levelled with the very + earth, there is more hope of a fool than of the sinner. Rend, then, from + your bosoms this accursed shoot of the fatal apple; tear it up by the + roots, though it be twisted with the chords of your life. Profit by the + example of the miserable sinner that has passed from us, and embrace the + means of grace while it is called to-day 'ere your conscience is seared as + with a fire-brand, and your ears deafened like those of the adder, and + your heart hardened like the nether mill-stone. Up, then, and be doing—wrestle + and overcome; resist, and the enemy shall flee from you—Watch and + pray, lest ye fall into temptation, and let the stumbling of others be + your warning and your example. Above all, rely not on yourselves, for such + self-confidence is even the worst symptom of the disorder itself. The + Pharisee, perhaps, deemed himself humble while he stooped in the Temple, + and thanked God that he was not as other men, and even as the publican. + But while his knees touched the marble pavement, his head was as high as + the topmost pinnacle of the Temple. Do not, therefore, deceive yourselves, + and offer false coin, where the purest you can present is but as dross—think + not that such—will pass the assay of Omnipotent Wisdom. Yet shrink + not from the task, because, as is my bounden duty, I do not disguise from + you its difficulties. Self-searching can do much—Meditation can do + much—Grace can do all.” + </p> + <p> + And he concluded with a touching and animating exhortation to his hearers + to seek divine grace, which is perfected in human wakness. + </p> + <p> + The audience did not listen to this address without being considerably + affected; though it might be doubted whether the feelings of triumph, + excited by the disgraceful retreat of the favourite page, did not greatly + qualify in the minds of many the exhortations of the preacher to charity + and to humility. And, in fact, the expression of their countenances much + resembled the satisfied triumphant air of a set of children, who, having + just seen a companion punished for a fault in which they had no share, con + their task with double glee, both because they themselves are out of the + scrape, and because the culprit is in it. + </p> + <p> + With very different feelings did the Lady of Avenel seek her own + apartment. She felt angry at Warden having made a domestic matter, in + which she took a personal interest, the subject of such public discussion. + But this she knew the good man claimed as a branch of his Christian + liberty as a preacher, and also that it was vindicated by the universal + custom of his brethren. But the self-willed conduct of her protegé + afforded her yet deeper concern. That he had broken through in so + remarkable a degree, not only the respect due to her presence, but that + which was paid to religious admonition in those days with such peculiar + reverence, argued a spirit as untameable as his enemies had represented + him to possess. And yet so far as he had been under her own eye, she had + seen no more of that fiery spirit than appeared to her to become his years + and his vivacity. This opinion might be founded in some degree on + partiality; in some degree, too, it might be owing to the kindness and + indulgence which she had always extended to him; but still she thought it + impossible that she could be totally mistaken in the estimate she had + formed of his character. The extreme of violence is scarce consistent with + a course of continued hypocrisy, (although Lilias charitably hinted, that + in some instances they were happily united,) and there fore she could not + exactly trust the report of others against her own experience and + observation. The thoughts of this orphan boy clung to her heartstrings + with a fondness for which she herself was unable to account. He seemed to + have been sent to her by Heaven, to fill up those intervals of languor and + vacuity which deprived her of much enjoyment. Perhaps he was not less dear + to her, because she well saw that he was a favourite with no one else, and + because she felt, that to give him up was to afford the judgment of her + husband and others a triumph over her own; a circumstance not quite + indifferent to the best of spouses of either sex. + </p> + <p> + In short, the Lady of Avenel formed the internal resolution, that she + would not desert her page while her page could be rationally protected; + and, with a view of ascertaining how far this might be done, she caused + him to be summoned to her presence. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Fifth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + —In the wild storm, + The seaman hews his mast down, and the merchant + Heaves to the billows wares he once deem'd precious; + So prince and peer, 'mid popular contentions, + Cast off their favourites. + OLD PLAY. +</pre> + <p> + It was some time ere Roland Graeme appeared. The messenger (his old friend + Lilias) had at first attempted to open the door of his little apartment + with the charitable purpose, doubtless, of enjoying the confusion, and + marking the demeanour of the culprit. But an oblong bit of iron, ycleped a + bolt, was passed across the door on the inside, and prevented her benign + intentions. Lilias knocked and called at intervals. “Roland—Roland + Graeme—<i>Master</i> Roland Graeme” (an emphasis on the word + Master,) “will you be pleased to undo the door?—What ails you?—are + you at your prayers in private, to complete the devotion which you left + unfinished in public?—Surely we must have a screened seat for you in + the chapel, that your gentility may be free from the eyes of common + folks!” Still no whisper was heard in reply. “Well, master Roland,” said + the waiting-maid, “I must tell my mistress, that if she would have an + answer, she must either come herself, or send those on errand to you who + can beat the door down.” + </p> + <p> + “What says your Lady?” answered the page from within. + </p> + <p> + “Marry, open the door, and you shall hear,” answered the waiting-maid. “I + trow it becomes my Lady's message to be listened to face to face; and I + will not for your idle pleasure, whistle it through a key-hole.” + </p> + <p> + “Your mistress's name,” said the page, opening the door, “is too fair a + cover for your impertinence—What says my Lady?” + </p> + <p> + “That you will be pleased to come to her directly, in the + withdrawing-room,” answered Lilias. “I presume she has some directions for + you concerning the forms to be observed in leaving chapel in future.” + </p> + <p> + “Say to my Lady, that I will directly wait on her,” answered the page; and + returning into his apartment, he once more locked the door in the face of + the waiting-maid. + </p> + <p> + “Rare courtesy!” muttered Lilias; and, returning to her mistress, + acquainted her that Roland Graeme would wait on her when it suited his + convenience. + </p> + <p> + “What, is that his addition, or your own phrase, Lilias?” said the Lady, + coolly. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, madam,” replied the attendant, not directly answering the question, + “he looked as if he could have said much more impertinent things than + that, if I had been willing to hear them.—But here he comes to + answer for himself.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme entered the apartment with a loftier mien, and somewhat a + higher colour than his wont; there was embarrassment in his manner, but it + was neither that of fear nor of penitence. + </p> + <p> + “Young man,” said the Lady, “what trow you I am to think of your conduct + this day?” + </p> + <p> + “If it has offended you, madam, I am deeply grieved,” replied the youth. + </p> + <p> + “To have offended me alone,” replied the Lady, “were but little—You + have been guilty of conduct which will highly offend your master—of + violence to your fellow-servants, and of disrespect to God himself, in the + person of his ambassador.” + </p> + <p> + “Permit me again to reply,” said the page, “that if I have offended my + only mistress, friend, and benefactress, it includes the sum of my guilt, + and deserves the sum of my penitence—Sir Halbert Glendinning calls + me not servant, nor do I call him master—he is not entitled to blame + me for chastising an insolent groom—nor do I fear the wrath of + Heaven for treating with scorn the unauthorized interference of a meddling + preacher.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady of Avenel had before this seen symptoms in her favourite of + boyish petulance, and of impatience of censure or reproof. But his present + demeanour was of a graver and more determined character, and she was for a + moment at a loss how she should treat the youth, who seemed to have at + once assumed the character not only of a man, but of a bold and determined + one. She paused an instant, and then assuming the dignity which was + natural to her, she said, “Is it to me, Roland, that you hold this + language? Is it for the purpose of making me repent the favour I have + shown you, that you declare yourself independent both of an earthly and a + Heavenly master? Have you forgotten what you were, and to what the loss of + my protection would speedily again reduce you?” + </p> + <p> + “Lady,” said the page, “I have forgot nothing, I remember but too much. I + know, that but for you, I should have perished in yon blue waves,” + pointing, as he spoke, to the lake, which was seen through the window, + agitated by the western wind. “Your goodness has gone farther, madam—you + have protected me against the malice of others, and against my own folly. + You are free, if you are willing, to abandon the orphan you have reared. + You have left nothing undone by him, and he complains of nothing. And yet, + Lady, do not think I have been ungrateful—I have endured something + on my part, which I would have borne for the sake of no one but my + benefactress.” + </p> + <p> + “For my sake!” said the Lady; “and what is it that I can have subjected + you to endure, which can be remembered with other feelings than those of + thanks and gratitude?” + </p> + <p> + “You are too just, madam, to require me to be thankful for the cold + neglect with which your husband has uniformly treated me—neglect not + unmingled with fixed aversion. You are too just, madam, to require me to + be grateful for the constant and unceasing marks of scorn and malevolence + with which I have been treated by others, or for such a homily as that + with which your reverend chaplain has, at my expense, this very day + regaled the assembled household.” + </p> + <p> + “Heard mortal ears the like of this!” said the waiting-maid, with her + hands expanded and her eyes turned up to heaven; “he speaks as if he were + son of an earl, or of a belted knight the least penny!” + </p> + <p> + The page glanced on her a look of supreme contempt, but vouchsafed no + other answer. His mistress, who began to feel herself seriously offended, + and yet sorry for the youth's folly, took up the same tone. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, Roland, you forget yourself so strangely,” said she, “that you + will tempt me to take serious measures to lower you in your own opinion by + reducing you to your proper station in society.” + </p> + <p> + “And that,” added Lilias, “would be best done by turning him out the same + beggar's brat that your ladyship took him in.” + </p> + <p> + “Lilias speaks too rudely,” continued the Lady, “but she has spoken the + truth, young man; nor do I think I ought to spare that pride which hath so + completely turned your head. You have been tricked up with fine garments, + and treated like the son of a gentleman, until you have forgot the + fountain of your churlish blood.” + </p> + <p> + “Craving your pardon, most honourable madam, Lilias hath <i>not</i> spoken + truth, nor does your ladyship know aught of my descent, which should + entitle you to treat it with such decided scorn. I am no beggar's brat—my + grandmother begged from no one, here nor elsewhere—she would have + perished sooner on the bare moor. We were harried out and driven from our + home—a chance which has happed elsewhere, and to others. Avenel + Castle, with its lake and its towers, was not at all times able to protect + its inhabitants from want and desolation.” + </p> + <p> + “Hear but his assurance!” said Lilias, “he upbraids my Lady with the + distresses of her family!” + </p> + <p> + “It had indeed been a theme more gratefully spared,” said the Lady, + affected nevertheless with the allusion. + </p> + <p> + “It was necessary, madam, for my vindication,” said the page, “or I had + not even hinted at a word that might give you pain. But believe, honoured + Lady, I am of no churl's blood. My proper descent I know not; but my only + relation has said, and my heart has echoed it back and attested the truth, + that I am sprung of gentle blood, and deserve gentle usage.” + </p> + <p> + “And upon an assurance so vague as this,” said the Lady, “do you propose + to expect all the regard, all the privileges, befitting high rank and + distinguished birth, and become a contender for concessions which are only + due to the noble? Go to, sir, know yourself, or the master of the + household shall make you know you are liable to the scourge as a malapert + boy. You have tasted too little the discipline fit for your age and + station.” + </p> + <p> + “The master of the household shall taste of my dagger, ere I taste of his + discipline,” said the page, giving way to his restrained passion. “Lady, I + have been too long the vassal of a pantoufle, and the slave of a silver + whistle. You must henceforth find some other to answer your call; and let + him be of birth and spirit mean enough to brook the scorn of your menials, + and to call a church vassal his master.” + </p> + <p> + “I have deserved this insult,” said the Lady, colouring deeply, “for so + long enduring and fostering your petulance. Begone, sir. Leave this castle + to-night—I will send you the means of subsistence till you find some + honest mode of support, though I fear your imaginary grandeur will be + above all others, save those of rapine and violence. Begone, sir, and see + my face no more.” + </p> + <p> + The page threw himself at her feet in an agony of sorrow. “My dear and + honoured mistress,” he said, but was unable to bring out another syllable. + </p> + <p> + “Arise, sir,” said the Lady, “and let go my mantle—hypocrisy is a + poor cloak for ingratitude.” + </p> + <p> + “I am incapable of either, madam,” said the page, springing up with the + hasty start of passion which belonged to his rapid and impetuous temper. + “Think not I meant to implore permission to reside here; it has been long + my determination to leave Avenel, and I will never forgive myself for + having permitted you to say the word begone, ere I said, 'I leave you.' I + did but kneel to ask your forgiveness for an ill-considered word used in + the height of displeasure, but which ill became my mouth, as addressed to + you. Other grace I asked not—you have done much for me—but I + repeat, that you better know what you yourself have done, than what I have + suffered.” + </p> + <p> + “Roland,” said the Lady, somewhat appeased, and relenting towards her + favourite, “you had me to appeal to when you were aggrieved. You were + neither called upon to suffer wrong, nor entitled to resent it, when you + were under my protection.” + </p> + <p> + “And what,” said the youth, “if I sustained wrong from those you loved and + favoured, was I to disturb your peace with idle tale-bearings and eternal + complaints? No, madam; I have borne my own burden in silence, and without + disturbing you with murmurs; and the respect with which you accuse me of + wanting, furnishes the only reason why I have neither appealed to you, nor + taken vengeance at my own hand in a manner far more effectual. It is well, + however, that we part. I was not born to be a stipendiary, favoured by his + mistress, until ruined by the calumnies of others. May Heaven multiply its + choicest blessings on your honoured head; and, for your sake, upon all + that are dear to you!” + </p> + <p> + He was about to leave the apartment, when the Lady called upon him to + return. He stood still, while she thus addressed him: “It was not my + intention, nor would it be just, even in the height of my displeasure, to + dismiss you without the means of support; take this purse of gold.” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me, Lady,” said the boy, “and let me go hence with the + consciousness that I have not been degraded to the point of accepting + alms. If my poor services can be placed against the expense of my apparel + and my maintenance, I only remain debtor to you for my life, and that + alone is a debt which I can never repay; put up then that purse, and only + say, instead, that you do not part from me in anger.” + </p> + <p> + “No, not in anger,” said the Lady, “in sorrow rather for your wilfulness; + but take the gold, you cannot but need it.” + </p> + <p> + “May God evermore bless you for the kind tone and the kind word! but the + gold I cannot take. I am able of body, and do not lack friends so wholly + as you may think; for the time may come that I may yet show myself more + thankful than by mere words.” He threw himself on his knees, kissed the + hand which she did not withdraw, and then, hastily left the apartment. + </p> + <p> + Lilias, for a moment or two, kept her eye fixed on her mistress, who + looked so unusually pale, that she seemed about to faint; but the Lady + instantly recovered herself, and declining the assistance which her + attendant offered her, walked to her own apartment. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Sixth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Thou hast each secret of the household, Francis. + I dare be sworn thou hast been in the buttery, + Steeping thy curious humour in fat ale, + And in thy butler's tattle—ay, or chatting + With the glib waiting-woman o'er her comfits— + These bear the key to each domestic mystery. + OLD PLAY. +</pre> + <p> + Upon the morrow succeeding the scene we have described, the disgraced + favourite left the castle; and at breakfast-time the cautious old steward + and Mrs. Lilias sat in the apartment of the latter personage, holding + grave converse on the important event of the day, sweetened by a small + treat of comfits, to which the providence of Mr. Wingate had added a + little flask of racy canary. + </p> + <p> + “He is gone at last,” said the abigail, sipping her glass; “and here is to + his good journey.” + </p> + <p> + “Amen,” answered the steward, gravely; “I wish the poor deserted lad no + ill.” + </p> + <p> + “And he is gone like a wild-duck, as he came,” continued Mrs. Lilias; “no + lowering of drawbridges, or pacing along causeways, for him. My master has + pushed off in the boat which they call the little Herod, (more shame to + them for giving the name of a Christian to wood and iron,) and has rowed + himself by himself to the farther side of the loch, and off and away with + himself, and left all his finery strewed about his room. I wonder who is + to clean his trumpery out after him—though the things are worth + lifting, too.” + </p> + <p> + “Doubtless, Mistress Lilias,” answered the master of the household, “in + the which case, I am free to think, they will not long cumber the floor.” + </p> + <p> + “And now tell me, Master Wingate,” continued the damsel, “do not the very + cockles of your heart rejoice at the house being rid of this upstart + whelp, that flung us all into shadow?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Mistress Lilias,” replied Wingate, “as to rejoicing—those who + have lived as long in great families as has been my lot, will be in no + hurry to rejoice at any thing. And for Roland Graeme, though he may be a + good riddance in the main, yet what says the very sooth proverb, 'Seldom + comes a better.'” + </p> + <p> + “Seldom comes a better, indeed!” echoed Mrs. Lilias. “I say, never can + come a worse, or one half so bad. He might have been the ruin of our poor + dear mistress,” (here she used her kerchief,) “body and soul, and estate + too; for she spent more coin on his apparel than on any four servants + about the house.” + </p> + <p> + “Mistress Lilias,” said the sage steward, “I do opine that our mistress + requireth not this pity at your hands, being in all respects competent to + take care of her own body, soul, and estate into the bargain.” + </p> + <p> + “You would not mayhap have said so,” answered the waiting-woman, “had you + seen how like Lot's wife she looked when young master took his leave. My + mistress is a good lady, and a virtuous, and a well-doing lady, and a + well-spoken of—but I would not Sir Halbert had seen her last evening + for two and a plack.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, foy! foy! foy!” reiterated the steward; “servants should hear and + see, and say nothing. Besides that, my lady is utterly devoted to Sir + Halbert, as well she may, being, as he is, the most renowned knight in + these parts.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well,” said the abigail, “I mean no more harm; but they that seek + least renown abroad, are most apt to find quiet at home, that's all; and + my Lady's lonesome situation is to be considered, that made her fain to + take up with the first beggar's brat that a dog brought her out of the + loch.” + </p> + <p> + “And, therefore,” said the steward, “I say, rejoice not too much, or too + hastily, Mistress Lilias; for if your Lady wished a favourite to pass away + the time, depend upon it, the time will not pass lighter now that he is + gone. So she will have another favourite to choose for herself; and be + assured, if she wishes such a toy, she will not lack one.” + </p> + <p> + “And where should she choose one, but among her own tried and faithful + servants,” said Mrs. Lilias, “who have broken her bread, and drunk her + drink, for so many years? I have known many a lady as high as she is, that + never thought either of a friend or favourite beyond their own + waiting-woman—always having a proper respect, at the same time, for + their old and faithful master of the household, Master Wingate.” + </p> + <p> + “Truly, Mistress Lilias,” replied the steward, “I do partly see the mark + at which you shoot, but I doubt your bolt will fall short. Matters being + with our Lady as it likes you to suppose, it will neither be your crimped + pinners, Mrs. Lilias, (speaking of them with due respect,) nor my silver + hair, or golden chain, that will fill up the void which Roland Graeme must + needs leave in our Lady's leisure. There will be a learned young divine + with some new doctrine—a learned leech with some new drug—a + bold cavalier, who will not be refused the favour of wearing her colours + at a running at the ring—a cunning harper that could harp the heart + out of woman's breast, as they say Signer David Rizzio did to our poor + Queen;—these are the sort of folk who supply the loss of a + well-favoured favourite, and not an old steward, or a middle-aged + waiting-woman.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” replied Lilias, “you have experience, Master Wingate, and truly I + would my master would leave off his picking hither and thither, and look + better after the affairs of his household. There will be a papestrie among + us next, for what should I see among master's clothes but a string of gold + beads! I promise you, <i>aves</i> and <i>credos</i> both!—I seized + on them like a falcon.” + </p> + <p> + “I doubt it not, I doubt it not,” said the steward, sagaciously nodding + his head; “I have often noticed that the boy had strange observances which + savoured of popery, and that he was very jealous to conceal them. But you + will find the Catholic under the Presbyterian cloak as often as the knave + under the Friar's hood—what then? we are all mortal—Right + proper beads they are,” he added, looking attentively at them, “and may + weigh four ounces of fine gold.” + </p> + <p> + “And I will have them melted down presently,” she said, “before they be + the misguiding of some poor blinded soul.” + </p> + <p> + “Very cautious, indeed, Mistress Lilias,” said the steward, nodding his + head in assent. + </p> + <p> + “I will have them made,” said Mrs. Lilias, “into a pair of shoe-buckles; I + would not wear the Pope's trinkets, or whatever has once borne the shape + of them, one inch above my instep, were they diamonds instead of gold.—But + this is what has come of Father Ambrose coming about the castle, as demure + as a cat that is about to steal cream.” + </p> + <p> + “Father Ambrose is our master's brother,” said the steward gravely. + </p> + <p> + “Very true, Master Wingate,” answered the Dame; “but is that a good reason + why he should pervert the king's liege subjects to papistrie?” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven forbid, Mistress Lilias,” answered the sententious major-domo; + “but yet there are worse folk than the Papists.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder where they are to be found,” said the waiting-woman, with some + asperity; “but I believe, Master Wingate, if one were to speak to you + about the devil himself, you would say there were worse people than + Satan.” + </p> + <p> + “Assuredly I might say so,” replied the steward, “supposing that I saw + Satan standing at my elbow.” + </p> + <p> + The waiting-woman started, and having exclaimed, “God bless us!” added, “I + wonder, Master Wingate, you can take pleasure in frightening one thus.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, Mistress Lilias, I had no such purpose,” was the reply; “but look + you here—the Papists are but put down for the present, but who knows + how long this word <i>present</i> will last? There are two great Popish + earls in the north of England, that abominate the very word reformation; I + mean the Northumberland and Westmoreland Earls, men of power enough to + shake any throne in Christendom. Then, though our Scottish king be, God + bless him, a true Protestant, yet he is but a boy; and here is his mother + that was our queen—I trust there is no harm to say, God bless her + too—and she is a Catholic; and many begin to think she has had but + hard measure, such as the Hamiltons in the west, and some of our Border + clans here, and the Gordons in the north, who are all wishing to see a new + world; and if such a new world should chance to come up, it is like that + the Queen will take back her own crown, and that the mass and the cross + will come up, and then down go pulpits, Geneva-gowns, and black silk + skull-caps.” + </p> + <p> + “And have you, Master Jasper Wingate, who have heard the word, and + listened unto pure and precious Mr. Henry Warden, have you, I say, the + patience to speak, or but to think, of popery coming down on us like a + storm, or of the woman Mary again making the royal seat of Scotland a + throne of abomination? No marvel that you are so civil to the cowled monk, + Father Ambrose, when he comes hither with his downcast eyes that he never + raises to my Lady's face, and with his low sweet-toned voice, and his + benedicites, and his benisons; and who so ready to take them kindly as + Master Wingate?” + </p> + <p> + “Mistress Lilias,” replied the butler, with an air which was intended to + close the debate, “there are reasons for all things. If I received Father + Ambrose debonairly, and suffered him to steal a word now and then with + this same Roland Graeme, it was not that I cared a brass bodle for his + benison or malison either, but only because I respected my master's blood. + And who can answer, if Mary come in again, whether he may not be as stout + a tree to lean to as ever his brother hath proved to us? For down goes the + Earl of Murray when the Queen comes by her own again; and good is his luck + if he can keep the head on his own shoulders. And down goes our Knight, + with the Earl, his patron; and who so like to mount into his empty saddle + as this same Father Ambrose? The Pope of Rome can so soon dispense with + his vows, and then we should have Sir Edward the soldier, instead of + Ambrose the priest.” + </p> + <p> + Anger and astonishment kept Mrs. Lilias silent,—while her old + friend, in his self-complacent manner, was making known to her his + political speculations. At length her resentment found utterance in words + of great ire and scorn. “What, Master Wingate! have you eaten my + mistress's bread, to say nothing of my master's, so many years, that you + could live to think of her being dispossessed of her own Castle of Avenel, + by a wretched monk, who is not a drop's blood to her in the way of + relation? I, that am but a woman, would try first whether my rock or his + cowl was the better metal. Shame on you, Master Wingate! I If I had not + held you as so old an acquaintance, this should have gone to my Lady's + ears though I had been called pickthank and tale-pyet for my pains, as + when I told of Roland Graeme shooting the wild swan.” + </p> + <p> + Master Wingate was somewhat dismayed at perceiving, that the details which + he had given of his far-sighted political views had produced on his hearer + rather suspicion of his fidelity, than admiration of his wisdom, and + endeavoured, as hastily as possible, to apologize and to explain, although + internally extremely offended at the unreasonable view, as he deemed it, + which it had pleased Mistress Lilias Bradbourne to take of his + expressions; and mentally convinced that her disapprobation of his + sentiments arose solely out of the consideration, that though Father + Ambrose, supposing him to become the master of the castle, would certainly + require the services of a steward, yet those of a waiting-woman would, in + the supposed circumstances, be altogether superfluous. + </p> + <p> + After his explanation had been received as explanations usually are, the + two friends separated; Lilias to attend the silver whistle which called + her to her mistress's chamber, and the sapient major-domo to the duties of + his own department. They parted with less than their usual degree of + reverence and regard; for the steward felt that his worldly wisdom was + rebuked by the more disinterested attachment of the waiting-woman, and + Mistress Lilias Bradbourne was compelled to consider her old friend as + something little better than a time-server. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Seventh. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + When I hae a saxpence under my thumb, + Then I get credit in ilka town; + But when I am puir they bid me gae by— + Oh, poverty parts good company! + OLD SONG. +</pre> + <p> + While the departure of the page afforded subject for the conversation + which we have detailed in our last chapter, the late favourite was far + advanced on his solitary journey, without well knowing what was its + object, or what was likely to be its end. He had rowed the skiff in which + he left the castle, to the side of the lake most distant from the village, + with the desire of escaping from the notice of the inhabitants. His pride + whispered, that he would be in his discarded state, only the subject of + their wonder and compassion; and his generosity told him, that any mark of + sympathy which his situation should excite, might be unfavourably reported + at the castle. A trifling incident convinced him he had little to fear for + his friends on the latter score. He was met by a young man some years + older than himself, who had on former occasions been but too happy to be + permitted to share in his sports in the subordinate character of his + assistant. Ralph Fisher approached to greet him, with all the alacrity of + an humble friend. + </p> + <p> + “What, Master Roland, abroad on this side, and without either hawk or + hound?” + </p> + <p> + “Hawk or hound,” said Roland, “I will never perhaps hollo to again. I have + been dismissed—that is, I have left the castle.” + </p> + <p> + Ralph was surprised. “What! you are to pass into the Knight's service, and + take the black jack and the lance?” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed,” replied Roland Graeme, “I am not—I am now leaving the + service of Avenel for ever.” + </p> + <p> + “And whither are you going, then?” said the young peasant. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, that is a question which it craves time to answer—I have that + matter to determine yet,” replied the disgraced favourite. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, nay,” said Ralph, “I warrant you it is the same to you which way you + go—my Lady would not dismiss you till she had put some lining into + the pouches of your doublet.” + </p> + <p> + “Sordid slave!” said Roland Graeme, “dost thou think I would have accepted + a boon from one who was giving me over a prey to detraction and to ruin, + at the instigation of a canting priest and a meddling serving-woman? The + bread that I had bought with such an alms would have choked me at the + first mouthful.” + </p> + <p> + Ralph looked at his quondam friend with an air of wonder not unmixed with + contempt. “Well,” he said, at length, “no occasion for passion—each + man knows his own stomach best—but, were I on a black moor at this + time of day, not knowing whither I was going, I should be glad to have a + broad piece or two in my pouch, come by them as I could.—But perhaps + you will go with me to my father's—that is, for a night, for + to-morrow we expect my uncle Menelaus and all his folk; but, as I said, + for one night——” + </p> + <p> + The cold-blooded limitation of the offered shelter to one night only, and + that tendered most unwillingly, offended the pride of the discarded + favourite. + </p> + <p> + “I would rather sleep on the fresh heather, as I have done many a night on + less occasion,” said Roland Graeme, “than in the smoky garret of your + father, that smells of peat smoke and usquebaugh like a Highlander's + plaid.” + </p> + <p> + “You may choose, my master, if you are so nice,” replied Ralph Fisher; + “you may be glad to smell a peat-fire, and usquebaugh too, if you journey + long in the fashion you propose. You might have said God-a-mercy for your + proffer, though—it is not every one that will put themselves in the + way of ill-will by harbouring a discarded serving-man.” + </p> + <p> + “Ralph,” said Roland Graeme, “I would pray you to remember that I have + switched you before now, and this is the same riding-wand which you have + tasted.” + </p> + <p> + Ralph, who was a thickset clownish figure, arrived at his full strength, + and conscious of the most complete personal superiority, laughed + contemptuously at the threats of the slight-made stripling. + </p> + <p> + “It may be the same wand,” he said, “but not the same hand; and that is as + good rhyme as if it were in a ballad. Look you, my Lady's page that was, + when your switch was up, it was no fear of you, but of your betters, that + kept mine down—and I wot not what hinders me from clearing old + scores with this hazel rung, and showing you it was your Lady's + livery-coat which I spared, and not your flesh and blood, Master Roland.” + </p> + <p> + In the midst of his rage, Roland Graeme was just wise enough to see, that + by continuing this altercation, he would subject himself to very rude + treatment from the boor, who was so much older and stronger than himself; + and while his antagonist, with a sort of jeering laugh of defiance, seemed + to provoke the contest, he felt the full bitterness of his own degraded + condition, and burst into a passion of tears, which he in vain endeavoured + to conceal with both his hands. + </p> + <p> + Even the rough churl was moved with the distress of his quondam companion. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, Master Roland,” he said, “I did but as 'twere jest with thee—I + would not harm thee, man, were it but for old acquaintance sake. But ever + look to a man's inches ere you talk of switching—why, thine arm, + man, is but like a spindle compared to mine.—But hark, I hear old + Adam Woodcock hollowing to his hawk—Come along, man, we will have a + merry afternoon, and go jollily to my father's in spite of the peat-smoke + and usquebaugh to boot. Maybe we may put you into some honest way of + winning your bread, though it's hard to come by in these broken times.” + </p> + <p> + The unfortunate page made no answer, nor did he withdraw his hands from + his face, and Fisher continued in what he imagined a suitable tone of + comfort. + </p> + <p> + “Why, man, when you were my Lady's minion, men held you proud, and some + thought you a Papist, and I wot not what; and so, now that you have no one + to bear you out, you must be companionable and hearty, and wait on the + minister's examinations, and put these things out of folk's head; and if + he says you are in fault, you must jouk your head to the stream; and if a + gentleman, or a gentleman's gentleman, give you a rough word, or a light + blow, you must only say, thank you for dusting my doublet, or the like, as + I have done by you.—But hark to Woodcock's whistle again. Come, and + I will teach you all the trick on't as we go on.” + </p> + <p> + “I thank you,” said Roland Graeme, endeavouring to assume an air of + indifference and of superiority; “but I have another path before me, and + were it otherwise, I could not tread in yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Very true, Master Roland,” replied the clown; “and every man knows his + own matters best, and so I will not keep you from the path, as you say. + Give us a grip of your hand, man, for auld lang syne.—What! not clap + palms ere we part?—well, so be it—a wilful man will have his + way, and so farewell, and the blessing of the morning to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-morrow—good-morrow,” said Roland, hastily; and the clown + walked lightly off, whistling as he went, and glad, apparently, to be rid + of an acquaintance, whose claims might be troublesome, and who had no + longer the means to be serviceable to him. + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme compelled himself to walk on while they were within sight of + each other that his former intimate might not augur any vacillation of + purpose, or uncertainty of object, from his remaining on the same spot; + but the effort was a painful one. He seemed stunned, as it were, and + giddy; the earth on which he stood felt as if unsound, and quaking under + his feet like the surface of a bog; and he had once or twice nearly + fallen, though the path he trode was of firm greensward. He kept + resolutely moving forward, in spite of the internal agitation to which + these symptoms belonged, until the distant form of his acquaintance + disappeared behind the slope of a hill, when his heart failed at once; + and, sitting down on the turf, remote from human ken, he gave way to the + natural expressions of wounded pride, grief, and fear, and wept with + unrestrained profusion and unqualified bitterness. + </p> + <p> + When the first violent paroxysm of his feelings had subsided, the deserted + and friendless youth felt that mental relief which usually follows such + discharges of sorrow. The tears continued to chase each other down his + cheeks, but they were no longer accompanied by the same sense of + desolation; an afflicting yet milder sentiment was awakened in his mind, + by the recollection of his benefactress, of the unwearied kindness which + had attached her to him, in spite of many acts of provoking petulance, now + recollected as offences of a deep dye, which had protected him against the + machinations of others, as well as against the consequences of his own + folly, and would have continued to do so, had not the excess of his + presumption compelled her to withdraw her protection. + </p> + <p> + “Whatever indignity I have borne,” he said, “has been the just reward of + my own ingratitude. And have I done well to accept the hospitality, the + more than maternal kindness, of my protectress, yet to detain from her the + knowledge of my religion?—but she shall know that a Catholic has as + much gratitude as a Puritan—that I have been thoughtless, but not + wicked—that in my wildest moments I have loved, respected, and + honoured her—and that the orphan boy might indeed be heedless, but + was never ungrateful!” + </p> + <p> + He turned, as these thoughts passed through his mind, and began hastily to + retread his footsteps towards the castle. But he checked the first + eagerness of his repentant haste, when he reflected on the scorn and + contempt with which the family were likely to see the return of the + fugitive, humbled, as they must necessarily suppose him, into a + supplicant, who requested pardon for his fault, and permission to return + to his service. He slackened his pace, but he stood not still. + </p> + <p> + “I care not,” he resolutely determined; “let them wink, point, nod, sneer, + speak of the conceit which is humbled, of the pride which has had a fall—I + care not; it is a penance due to my folly, and I will endure it with + patience. But if she also, my benefactress, if she also should think me + sordid and weak-spirited enough to beg, not for her pardon alone, but for + a renewal of the advantages which I derived from her favour—<i>her</i> + suspicion of my meanness I cannot—I will not brook.” + </p> + <p> + He stood still, and his pride rallying with constitutional obstinacy + against his more just feeling, urged that he would incur the scorn of the + Lady of Avenel, rather than obtain her favour, by following the course + which the first ardour of his repentant feelings had dictated to him. + </p> + <p> + “If I had but some plausible pretext,” he thought, “some ostensible reason + for my return, some excuse to allege which might show I came not as a + degraded supplicant, or a discarded menial, I might go thither—but + as I am, I cannot—my heart would leap from its place and burst.” + </p> + <p> + As these thoughts swept through his mind, something passed in the air so + near him as to dazzle his eyes, and almost to brush the plume in his cap. + He looked up—it was the favourite falcon of Sir Halbert, which, + flying around his head, seemed to claim his attention, as that of a + well-known friend. Roland extended his arm, and gave the accustomed whoop, + and the falcon instantly settled on his wrist, and began to prune itself, + glancing at the youth from time to time an acute and brilliant beam of its + hazel eye, which seemed to ask why he caressed it not with his usual + fondness. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Diamond!” he said, as if the bird understood him, “thou and I must be + strangers henceforward. Many a gallant stoop have I seen thee make, and + many a brave heron strike down; but that is all gone and over, and there + is no hawking more for me!” + </p> + <p> + “And why not, Master Roland,” said Adam Woodcock the falconer, who came at + that instant from behind a few alder bushes which had concealed him from + view, “why should there be no more hawking for you? Why, man, what were + our life without our sports?—thou know'st the jolly old song— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “And rather would Allan in dungeon lie, + Than live at large where the falcon cannot fly; + And Allan would rather lie in Sexton's pound, + Than live where he followed not the merry hawk and hound.” + </pre> + <p> + The voice of the falconer was hearty and friendly, and the tone in which + he half-sung half-recited his rude ballad, implied honest frankness and + cordiality. But remembrance of their quarrel, and its consequences, + embarrassed Roland, and prevented his reply. The falconer saw his + hesitation, and guessed the cause. + </p> + <p> + “What now,” said he, “Master Roland? do you, who are half an Englishman, + think that I, who am a whole one, would keep up anger against you, and you + in distress? That were like some of the Scots, (my master's reverence + always excepted,) who can be fair and false, and wait their time, and keep + their mind, as they say, to themselves, and touch pot and flagon with you, + and hunt and hawk with you, and, after all, when time serves, pay off some + old feud with the point of the dagger. Canny Yorkshire has no memory for + such old sores. Why, man, an you had hit me a rough blow, maybe I would + rather have taken it from you, than a rough word from another; for you + have a good notion of falconry, though you stand up for washing the meat + for the eyases. So give us your hand, man, and bear no malice.” + </p> + <p> + Roland, though he felt his proud blood rebel at the familiarity of honest + Adam's address, could not resist its downright frankness. Covering his + face with the one hand, he held out the other to the falconer, and + returned with readiness his friendly grasp. + </p> + <p> + “Why, this is hearty now,” said Woodcock; “I always said you had a kind + heart, though you have a spice of the devil in your disposition, that is + certain. I came this way with the falcon on purpose to find you, and yon + half-bred lubbard told me which way you took flight. You ever thought too + much of that kestril-kite, Master Roland, and he knows nought of sport + after all, but what he caught from you. I saw how it had been betwixt you, + and I sent him out of my company with a wanion—I would rather have a + rifler on my perch than a false knave at my elbow—and now, Master + Roland, tell me what way wing ye?” + </p> + <p> + “That is as God pleases,” replied the page, with a sigh which he could not + suppress. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, man, never droop a feather for being cast off,” said the falconer; + “who knows but you may soar the better and fairer flight for all this yet?—Look + at Diamond there, 'tis a noble bird, and shows gallantly with his hood, + and bells, and jesses; but there is many a wild falcon in Norway that + would not change properties with him—And that is what I would say of + you. You are no longer my Lady's page, and you will not clothe so fair, or + feed so well, or sleep so soft, or show so gallant—What of all that? + if you are not her page, you are your own man, and may go where you will, + without minding whoop or whistle. The worst is the loss of the sport, but + who knows what you may come to? They say that Sir Halbert himself, I speak + with reverence, was once glad to be the Abbot's forester, and now he has + hounds and hawks of his own, and Adam Woodcock for a falconer to the + boot.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right, and say well, Adam,” answered the youth, the blood + mantling in his cheeks, “the falcon will soar higher without his bells + than with them, though the bells be made of silver.” + </p> + <p> + “That is cheerily spoken,” replied the falconer; “and whither now?” + </p> + <p> + “I thought of going to the Abbey of Kennaquhair,” answered Roland Graeme, + “to ask the counsel of Father Ambrose.” + </p> + <p> + “And joy go with you,” said the falconer, “though it is likely you may + find the old monks in some sorrow; they say the commons are threatening to + turn them out of their cells, and make a devil's mass of it in the old + church, thinking they have forborne that sport too long; and troth I am + clear of the same opinion.” + </p> + <p> + “Then will Father Ambrose be the better of having a friend beside him!” + said the page, manfully. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but, my young fearnought,” replied the falconer, “the friend will + scarce be the better of being beside Father Ambrose—he may come by + the redder's lick, and that is ever the worst of the battle.” + </p> + <p> + “I care not for that,” said the page, “the dread of a lick should not hold + me back; but I fear I may bring trouble between the brothers by visiting + Father Ambrose. I will tarry to-night at Saint Cuthbert's cell, where the + old priest will give me a night's shelter; and I will send to Father + Ambrose to ask his advice before I go down to the convent.” + </p> + <p> + “By Our Lady,” said the falconer, “and that is a likely plan—and + now,” he continued, exchanging his frankness of manner for a sort of + awkward embarrassment, as if he had somewhat to say that he had no ready + means to bring out—“and now, you wot well that I wear a pouch for my + hawk's meat, [Footnote: This same hag, like every thing belonging to + falconry, was esteemed an honourable distinction, and worn often by the + nobility and gentry. One of the Sommervilles of Camnethan was called <i>Sir + John with the red bag</i>, because it was his wont to wear his hawking + pouch covered with satin of that colour.] and so forth; but wot you what + it is lined with, Master Roland?” + </p> + <p> + “With leather, to be sure,” replied Roland, somewhat surprised at the + hesitation with which Adam Woodcock asked a question apparently so simple. + </p> + <p> + “With leather, lad?” said Woodcock; “ay, and with silver to the boot of + that. See here,” he said, showing a secret slit in the lining of his bag + of office—“here they are, thirty good Harry groats as ever were + struck in bluff old Hal's time, and ten of them are right heartily at your + service; and now the murder is out.” + </p> + <p> + Roland's first idea was to refuse his assistance; but he recollected the + vows of humility which he had just taken upon him, and it occurred that + this was the opportunity to put his new-formed resolution to the test. + Assuming a strong command of himself, he answered Adam Woodcock with as + much frankness as his nature permitted him to wear, in doing what was so + contrary to his inclinations, that he accepted thankfully of his kind + offer, while, to soothe his own reviving pride, he could not help adding, + “he hoped soon to requite the obligation.” + </p> + <p> + “That as you list—that as you list, young man,” said the falconer, + with glee, counting out and delivering to his young friend the supply he + had so generously offered, and then adding, with great cheerfulness,—“Now + you may go through the world; for he that can back a horse, wind a horn, + hollow a greyhound, fly a hawk, and play at sword and buckler, with a + whole pair of shoes, a green jacket, and ten lily-white groats in his + pouch, may bid Father Care hang himself in his own jesses. Farewell, and + God be with you!” + </p> + <p> + So saying, and as if desirous to avoid the thanks of his companion, he + turned hastily round, and left Roland Graeme to pursue his journey alone. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Eight. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The sacred tapers lights are gone. + Gray moss has clad the altar stone, + The holy image is o'erthrown, + The bell has ceased to toll, + The long ribb'd aisles are burst and shrunk, + The holy shrines to ruin sunk, + Departed is the pious monk, + God's blessing on his soul! + REDIVIVA. +</pre> + <p> + The cell of Saint Cuthbert, as it was called, marked, or was supposed to + mark, one of those resting-places, which that venerable saint was pleased + to assign to his monks, when his convent, being driven from Lindisfern by + the Danes, became a peripatetic society of religionists, and bearing their + patron's body on their shoulders, transported him from place to place + through Scotland and the borders of England, until he was pleased at + length to spare them the pain of carrying him farther, and to choose his + ultimate place of rest in the lordly towers of Durham. The odour of his + sanctity remained behind him at each place where he had granted the monks + a transient respite from their labours; and proud were those who could + assign, as his temporary resting-place, any spot within their vicinity. + There were few cells more celebrated and honoured than that of Saint + Cuthbert, to which Roland Graeme now bent his way, situated considerably + to the north-west of the great Abbey of Kennaquhair, on which it was + dependent. In the neighbourhood were some of those recommendations which + weighed with the experienced priesthood of Rome, in choosing their sites + for places of religion. + </p> + <p> + There was a well, possessed of some medicinal qualities, which, of course, + claimed the saint for its guardian and patron, and occasionally produced + some advantage to the recluse who inhabited his cell, since none could + reasonably expect to benefit by the fountain who did not extend their + bounty to the saint's chaplain. A few rods of fertile land afforded the + monk his plot of garden ground; an eminence well clothed with trees rose + behind the cell, and sheltered it from, the north and the east, while the + front, opening to the south-west, looked up a wild but pleasant valley, + down which wandered a lively brook, which battled with every stone that + interrupted its passage. + </p> + <p> + The cell itself was rather plainly than rudely constructed—a low + Gothic building with two small apartments, one of which served the priest + for his dwelling-place, the other for his chapel. As there were few of the + secular clergy who durst venture to reside so near the Border, the + assistance of this monk in spiritual affairs had not been useless to the + community, while the Catholic religion retained the ascendancy; as he + could marry, christen, and administer the other sacraments of the Roman + church. Of late, however, as the Protestant doctrines gained ground, he + had found it convenient to live in close retirement, and to avoid, as much + as possible, drawing upon himself observation or animadversion. The + appearance of his habitation, however, when Roland Graeme came before it + in the close of the evening, plainly showed that his caution had been + finally ineffectual. + </p> + <p> + The page's first movement was to knock at the door, when he observed, to + his surprise, that it was open, not from being left unlatched, but + because, beat off its upper hinge, it was only fastened to the door-post + by the lower, and could therefore no longer perform its functions. + Somewhat alarmed at this, and receiving no answer when he knocked and + called, Roland began to look more at leisure upon the exterior of the + little dwelling before he ventured to enter it. The flowers, which had + been trained with care against the walls, seemed to have been recently + torn down, and trailed their dishonoured garlands on the earth; the + latticed window was broken and dashed in. The garden, which the monk had + maintained by his constant labour in the highest order and beauty, bore + marks of having been lately trod down and destroyed by the hoofs of + animals, and the feet of men. + </p> + <p> + The sainted spring had not escaped. It was wont to rise beneath a canopy + of ribbed arches, with which the devotion of elder times had secured and + protected its healing waters. These arches were now almost entirely + demolished, and the stones of which they were built were tumbled into the + well, as if for the purpose of choking up and destroying the fountain, + which, as it had shared in other days the honour of the saint, was, in the + present, doomed to partake his unpopularity. Part of the roof had been + pulled down from the house itself, and an attempt had been made with crows + and levers upon one of the angles, by which several large corner-stones + had been forced out of their place; but the solidity of ancient mason-work + had proved too great for the time or patience of the assailants, and they + had relinquished their task of destruction. Such dilapidated buildings, + after the lapse of years, during which nature has gradually covered the + effects of violence with creeping plants, and with weather-stains, + exhibit, amid their decay, a melancholy beauty. But when the visible + effects of violence appear raw and recent, there is no feeling to mitigate + the sense of devastation with which they impress the spectators; and such + was now the scene on which the youthful page gazed, with the painful + feelings it was qualified to excite. + </p> + <p> + When his first momentary surprise was over, Roland Graeme was at no loss + to conjecture the cause of these ravages. The destruction of the Popish + edifices did not take place at once throughout Scotland, but at different + times, and according to the spirit which actuated the reformed clergy; + some of whom instigated their hearers to these acts of demolition, and + others, with better taste and feeling, endeavoured to protect the ancient + shrines, while they desired to see them purified from the objects which + had attracted idolatrous devotion. From time to time, therefore, the + populace of the Scottish towns and villages, when instigated either by + their own feelings of abhorrence for Popish superstition, or by the + doctrines of the more zealous preachers, resumed the work of destruction, + and exercised it upon some sequestered church, chapel, or cell, which had + escaped the first burst of their indignation against the religion of Rome. + In many places, the vices of the Catholic clergy, arising out of the + wealth and the corruption of that tremendous hierarchy, furnished too good + an apology for wreaking vengeance upon the splendid edifices which they + inhabited; and of this an old Scottish historian gives a remarkable + instance. + </p> + <p> + “Why mourn ye,” said an aged matron, seeing the discontent of some of the + citizens, while a stately convent was burnt by the multitude,—“why + mourn ye for its destruction? If you knew half the flagitious wickedness + which has been perpetrated within that house, you would rather bless the + divine judgment, which permits not even the senseless walls that screened + such profligacy, any longer to cumber Christian ground.” + </p> + <p> + But although, in many instances, the destruction of the Roman Catholic + buildings might be, in the matron's way of judging, an act of justice, and + in others an act of policy, there is no doubt that the humour of + demolishing monuments of ancient piety and munificence, and that in a poor + country like Scotland, where there was no chance of their being replaced, + was both useless, mischievous, and barbarous. + </p> + <p> + In the present instance, the unpretending and quiet seclusion of the monk + of Saint Cuthbert's had hitherto saved him from the general wreck; but it + would seem ruin had now at length reached him. Anxious to discover if he + had at least escaped personal harm, Roland Graeme entered the half ruined + cell. + </p> + <p> + The interior of the building was in a state which fully justified the + opinion he had formed from its external injuries. The few rude utensils of + the solitary's hut were broken down, and lay scattered on the floor, where + it seemed as if a fire had been made with some of the fragments to destroy + the rest of his property, and to consume, in particular, the rude old + image of Saint Cuthbert, in its episcopal habit, which lay on the hearth + like Dagon of yore, shattered with the axe and scorched with the flames, + but only partially destroyed. In the little apartment which served as a + chapel, the altar was overthrown, and the four huge stones of which it had + been once composed lay scattered around the floor. The large stone + crucifix which occupied the niche behind the altar, and fronted the + supplicant while he paid his devotion there, had been pulled down and + dashed by its own weight into three fragments. There were marks of + sledge-hammers on each of these; yet the image had been saved from utter + demolition by the size and strength of the remaining fragments, which, + though much injured, retained enough of the original sculpture to show + what it had been intended to represent. + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: I may here observe, that this is entirely an ideal scene. Saint + Cuthbert, a person of established sanctity, had, no doubt, several places + of worship on the Borders, where he flourished whilst living; but + Tillmouth Chapel is the only one which bears some resemblance to the + hermitage described in the text. It has, indeed, a well, famous for + gratifying three wishes for every worshipper who shall quaff the fountain + with sufficient belief in its efficacy. At this spot the Saint is said to + have landed in his stone coffin, in which he sailed down the Tweed from + Melrose and here the stone coffin long lay, in evidence of the fact. The + late Sir Francis Blake Delaval is said to have taken the exact measure of + the coffin, and to have ascertained, by hydrostatic principles, that it + might have actually swum. A profane farmer in the neighborhood announced + his intention of converting this last bed of the Saint into a trough for + his swine; but the profanation was rendered impossible, either by the + Saint, or by some pious votary in his behalf, for on the following morning + the stone sarcophargus was found broken in two fragments. + </p> + <p> + Tillmouth Chapel, with these points of resemblance, lies, however, in + exactly the opposite direction as regards Melrose, which the supposed cell + of St. Cuthbert is said to have borne towards Kennaquhair.] + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme, secretly nursed in the tenets of Rome, saw with horror the + profanation of the most sacred emblem, according to his creed, of our holy + religion. + </p> + <p> + “It is the badge of our redemption,” he said, “which the felons have dared + to violate—would to God my weak strength were able to replace it—my + humble strength, to atone for the sacrilege!” + </p> + <p> + He stooped to the task he first meditated, and with a sudden, and to + himself almost an incredible exertion of power, he lifted up the one + extremity of the lower shaft of the cross, and rested it upon the edge of + the large stone which served for its pedestal. Encouraged by this success, + he applied his force to the other extremity, and, to his own astonishment, + succeeded so far as to erect the lower end of the limb into the socket, + out of which it had been forced, and to place this fragment of the image + upright. + </p> + <p> + While he was employed in this labour, or rather at the very moment when he + had accomplished the elevation of the fragment, a voice, in thrilling and + well-known accents, spoke behind him these words:—“Well done, thou + good and faithful servant! Thus would I again meet the child of my love—the + hope of my aged eyes.” + </p> + <p> + Roland turned round in astonishment, and the tall commanding form of + Magdalen Graeme stood beside him. She was arrayed in a sort of loose + habit, in form like that worn by penitents in Catholic countries, but + black in colour, and approaching as near to a pilgrim's cloak as it was + safe to wear in a country where the suspicion of Catholic devotion in many + places endangered the safety of those who were suspected of attachment to + the ancient faith. Roland Graeme threw himself at her feet. She raised and + embraced him, with affection indeed, but not unmixed with gravity which + amounted almost to sternness. + </p> + <p> + “Thou hast kept well,” she said, “the bird in thy bosom. [Footnote: An + expression used by Sir Ralph Percy, slain in the battle of Hedgly-moor in + 1464, when dying, to express his having preserved unstained his fidelity + to the house of Lancaster.] As a boy, as a youth, thou hast held fast thy + faith amongst heretics—thou hast kept thy secret and mine own + amongst thine enemies. I wept when I parted from you—I who seldom + weep, then shed tears, less for thy death than for thy spiritual danger—I + dared not even see thee to bid thee a last farewell—my grief, my + swelling grief, had betrayed me to these heretics. But thou hast been + faithful—down, down on thy knees before the holy sign, which evil + men injure and blaspheme; down, and praise saints and angels for the grace + they have done thee, in preserving thee from the leprous plague which + cleaves to the house in which thou wert nurtured.” + </p> + <p> + “If, my mother—so I must ever call you” replied Graeme,—“if I + am returned such as thou wouldst wish me, thou must thank the care of the + pious father Ambrose, whose instructions confirmed your early precepts, + and taught me at once to be faithful and to be silent.” + </p> + <p> + “Be he blessed for it,” said she; “blessed in the cell and in the field, + in the pulpit and at the altar—the saints rain blessings on him!—they + are just, and employ his pious care to counteract the evils which his + detested brother works against the realm and the church,—but he knew + not of thy lineage?” + </p> + <p> + “I could not myself tell him that,” answered Roland. “I knew but darkly + from your words, that Sir Halbert Glendinning holds mine inheritance, and + that I am of blood as noble as runs in the veins of any Scottish Baron—these + are things not to be forgotten, but for the explanation I must now look to + you.” + </p> + <p> + “And when time suits, thou shalt not look for it in vain. But men say, my + son, that thou art bold and sudden; and those who bear such tempers are + not lightly to be trusted with what will strongly move them.” + </p> + <p> + “Say rather, my mother,” returned Roland Graeme, “that I am laggard and + cold-blooded—what patience or endurance can you require of which <i>he</i> + is not capable, who for years has heard his religion ridiculed and + insulted, yet failed to plunge his dagger into the blasphemer's bosom!” + </p> + <p> + “Be contented, my child,” replied Magdalen Graeme; “the time, which then + and even now demands patience, will soon ripen to that of effort and + action—great events are on the wing, and thou,—thou shalt have + thy share in advancing them. Thou hast relinquished the service of the + Lady of Avenel?” + </p> + <p> + “I have been dismissed from it, my mother—I have lived to be + dismissed, as if I were the meanest of the train.” + </p> + <p> + “It is the better, my child,” replied she; “thy mind will be the more + hardened to undertake that which must be performed.” + </p> + <p> + “Let it be nothing, then, against the Lady of Avenel,” said the page, “as + thy look and words seem to imply. I have eaten her bread—I have + experienced her favour—I will neither injure nor betray her.” + </p> + <p> + “Of that hereafter, my son,” said she; “but learn this, that it is not for + thee to capitulate in thy duty, and to say this will I do, and that will I + leave undone—No, Roland! God and man will no longer abide the + wickedness of this generation. Seest thou these fragments—knowest + thou what they represent?—and canst thou think it is for thee to + make distinctions amongst a race so accursed by Heaven, that they + renounce, violate, blaspheme, and destroy, whatsoever we are commanded to + believe in, whatsoever we are commanded to reverence?” + </p> + <p> + As she spoke, she bent her head towards the broken image, with a + countenance in which strong resentment and zeal were mingled with an + expression of ecstatic devotion; she raised her left hand aloft as in the + act of making a vow, and thus proceeded; “Bear witness for me, blessed + symbol of our salvation, bear witness, holy saint, within whose violated + temple we stand, that as it is not for vengeance of my own that my hate + pursues these people, so neither, for any favour or earthly affection + towards any amongst them, will I withdraw my hand from the plough, when it + shall pass through the devoted furrow! Bear witness, holy saint, once + thyself a wanderer and fugitive as we are now—bear witness, Mother + of Mercy, Queen of Heaven—bear witness, saints and angels!” + </p> + <p> + In this high train of enthusiasm, she stood, raising her eyes through the + fractured roof of the vault, to the stars which now began to twinkle + through the pale twilight, while the long gray tresses which hung down + over her shoulders waved in the night-breeze, which the chasm and + fractured windows admitted freely. + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme was too much awed by early habits, as well as by the + mysterious import of her words, to ask for farther explanation of the + purpose she obscurely hinted at. Nor did she farther press him on the + subject; for, having concluded her prayer or obtestation, by clasping her + hands together with solemnity, and then signing herself with the cross, + she again addressed her grandson, in a tone more adapted to the ordinary + business of life. + </p> + <p> + “Thou must hence,” she said, “Roland, thou must hence, but not till + morning—And now, how wilt thou shift for thy night's quarters?—thou + hast been more softly bred than when we were companions in the misty hills + of Cumberland and Liddesdale.” + </p> + <p> + “I have at least preserved, my good mother, the habits which I then + learned—can lie hard, feed sparingly, and think it no hardship. + Since I was a wanderer with thee on the hills, I have been a hunter, and + fisher, and fowler, and each of these is accustomed to sleep freely in a + worse shelter than sacrilege has left us here.” + </p> + <p> + “Than sacrilege has left us here!” said the matron, repeating his words, + and pausing on them. “Most true, my son; and God's faithful children are + now worst sheltered, when they lodge in God's own house and the demesne of + his blessed saints. We shall sleep cold here, under the nightwind, which + whistles through the breaches which heresy has made. They shall lie warmer + who made them—ay, and through a long hereafter.” + </p> + <p> + Notwithstanding the wild and singular expression of this female, she + appeared to retain towards Roland Graeme, in a strong degree, that + affectionate and sedulous love which women bear to their nurslings, and + the children dependent on their care. It seemed as if she would not permit + him to do aught for himself which in former days her attention had been + used to do for him, and that she considered the tall stripling before her + as being equally dependent on her careful attention as when he was the + orphan child, who had owed all to her affectionate solicitude. + </p> + <p> + “What hast thou to eat now?” she said, as, leaving the chapel, they went + into the deserted habitation of the priest; “or what means of kindling a + fire, to defend thee from this raw and inclement air? Poor child! thou + hast made slight provision for a long journey; nor hast thou skill to help + thyself by wit, when means are scanty. But Our Lady has placed by thy side + one to whom want, in all its forms, is as familiar as plenty and splendour + have formerly been. And with want, Roland, come the arts of which she is + the inventor.” + </p> + <p> + With an active and officious diligence, which strangely contrasted with + her late abstracted and high tone of Catholic devotion, she set about her + domestic arrangements for the evening. A pouch, which was hidden under her + garment, produced a flint and steel, and from the scattered fragments + around (those pertaining to the image of Saint Cuthbert scrupulously + excepted) she obtained splinters sufficient to raise a sparkling and + cheerful fire on the hearth of the deserted cell. + </p> + <p> + “And now,” she said, “for needful food.” + </p> + <p> + “Think not of it, mother,” said Roland, “unless you yourself feel hunger. + It is a little thing for me to endure a night's abstinence, and a small + atonement for the necessary transgression of the rules of the Church upon + which I was compelled during my stay in the castle.” + </p> + <p> + “Hunger for myself!” answered the matron—“Know, youth, that a mother + knows not hunger till that of her child is satisfied.” And with + affectionate inconsistency, totally different from her usual manner, she + added, “Roland, you must not fast; you have dispensation; you are young, + and to youth food and sleep are necessaries not to be dispensed with. + Husband your strength, my child,—your sovereign, your religion, your + country, require it. Let age macerate by fast and vigil a body which can + only suffer; let youth, in these active times, nourish the limbs and the + strength which action requires.” + </p> + <p> + While she thus spoke, the scrip, which had produced the means of striking + fire, furnished provision for a meal; of which she herself scarce partook, + but anxiously watched her charge, taking a pleasure, resembling that of an + epicure, in each morsel which he swallowed with a youthful appetite which + abstinence had rendered unusually sharp. Roland readily obeyed her + recommendations, and ate the food which she so affectionately and + earnestly placed before him. But she shook her head when invited by him in + return to partake of the refreshment her own cares had furnished; and when + his solicitude became more pressing, she refused him in a loftier tone of + rejection. + </p> + <p> + “Young man,” she said, “you know not to whom or of what you speak. They to + whom Heaven declares its purpose must merit its communication by + mortifying the senses; they have that within which requires not the + superfluity of earthly nutriment, which is necessary to those who are + without the sphere of the Vision. To them the watch spent in prayer is a + refreshing slumber, and the sense of doing the will of Heaven is a richer + banquet than the tables of monarchs can spread before them!—But do + thou sleep soft, my son,” she said, relapsing from the tone of fanaticism + into that of maternal affection and tenderness; “do thou sleep sound while + life is but young with thee, and the cares of the day can be drowned in + the slumbers of the evening. Different is thy duty and mine, and as + different the means by which we must qualify and strengthen ourselves to + perform it. From thee is demanded strength of body—from me, strength + of soul.” + </p> + <p> + When she thus spoke, she prepared with ready address a pallet-couch, + composed partly of the dried leaves which had once furnished a bed to the + solitary, and the guests who occasionally received his hospitality, and + which, neglected by the destroyers of his humble cell, had remained little + disturbed in the corner allotted for them. To these her care added some of + the vestures which lay torn and scattered on the floor. With a zealous + hand she selected all such as appeared to have made any part of the + sacerdotal vestments, laying them aside as sacred from ordinary purposes, + and with the rest she made, with dexterous promptness, such a bed as a + weary man might willingly stretch himself on; and during the time she was + preparing it, rejected, even with acrimony, any attempt which the youth + made to assist her, or any entreaty which he urged, that she would accept + of the place of rest for her own use. “Sleep thou,” said she, “Roland + Graeme, sleep thou—the persecuted, the disinherited orphan—the + son of an ill-fated mother—sleep thou! I go to pray in the chapel + beside thee.” + </p> + <p> + The manner was too enthusiastically earnest, too obstinately firm, to + permit Roland Graeme to dispute her will any farther. Yet he felt some + shame in giving way to it. It seemed as if she had forgotten the years + that had passed away since their parting; and expected to meet, in the + tall, indulged, and wilful youth, whom she had recovered, the passive + obedience of the child whom she had left in the Castle of Avenel. This did + not fail to hurt her grandson's characteristic and constitutional pride. + He obeyed, indeed, awed into submission by the sudden recurrence of former + subordination, and by feelings of affection and gratitude. Still, however, + he felt the yoke. + </p> + <p> + “Have I relinquished the hawk and the hound,” he said, “to become the + pupil of her pleasure, as if I were still a child?—I, whom even my + envious mates allowed to be superior in those exercises which they took + most pains to acquire, and which came to me naturally, as if a knowledge + of them had been my birthright? This may not, and must not be. I will be + no reclaimed sparrow-hawk, who is carried hooded on a woman's wrist, and + has his quarry only shown to him when his eyes are uncovered for his + flight. I will know her purpose ere it is proposed to me to aid it.” + </p> + <p> + These, and other thoughts, streamed through the mind of Roland Graeme; and + although wearied with the fatigues of the day, it was long ere he could + compose himself to rest. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Ninth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Kneel with me—swear it—'tis not in words I trust, + Save when they're fenced with an appeal to Heaven. + OLD PLAY +</pre> + <p> + After passing the night in that sound sleep for which agitation and + fatigue had prepared him, Roland was awakened by the fresh morning air, + and by the beams of the rising sun. His first feeling was that of + surprise; for, instead of looking forth from a turret window on the Lake + of Avenel, which was the prospect his former apartment afforded, an + unlatticed aperture gave him the view of the demolished garden of the + banished anchorite. He sat up on his couch of leaves, and arranged in his + memory, not without wonder, the singular events of the preceding day, + which appeared the more surprising the more he considered them. He had + lost the protectress of his youth, and, in the same day, he had recovered + the guide and guardian of his childhood. The former deprivation he felt + ought to be matter of unceasing regret, and it seemed as if the latter + could hardly be the subject of unmixed self-congratulation. He remembered + this person, who had stood to him in the relation of a mother, as equally + affectionate in her attention, and absolute in her authority. A singular + mixture of love and fear attended upon his early remembrances as they were + connected with her; and the fear that she might desire to resume the same + absolute control over his motions—a fear which her conduct of + yesterday did not tend much to dissipate—weighed heavily against the + joy of this second meeting. + </p> + <p> + “She cannot mean,” said his rising pride, “to lead and direct me as a + pupil, when I am at the age of judging of my own actions?—this she + cannot mean, or meaning it, will feel herself strangely deceived.” + </p> + <p> + A sense of gratitude towards the person against whom his heart thus + rebelled, checked his course of feeling. He resisted the thoughts which + involuntarily arose in his mind, as he would have resisted an actual + instigation of the foul fiend; and, to aid him in his struggle, he felt + for his beads. But, in his hasty departure from the Castle of Avenel, he + had forgotten and left them behind him. + </p> + <p> + “This is yet worse,” he said; “but two things I learned of her under the + most deadly charge of secrecy—to tell my beads, and to conceal that + I did so; and I have kept my word till now; and when she shall ask me for + the rosary, I must say I have forgotten it! Do I deserve she should + believe me when. I say I have kept the secret of my faith, when I set so + light by its symbol?” + </p> + <p> + He paced the floor in anxious agitation. In fact, his attachment to his + faith was of a nature very different from that which animated the + enthusiastic matron, but which, notwithstanding, it would have been his + last thought to relinquish. + </p> + <p> + The early charges impressed on him by his grandmother, had been instilled + into a mind and memory of a character peculiarly tenacious. Child as he + was, he was proud of the confidence reposed in his discretion, and + resolved to show that it had not been rashly intrusted to him. At the same + time, his resolution was no more than that of a child, and must, + necessarily, have gradually faded away under the operation both of precept + and example, during his residence at the Castle of Avenel, but for the + exhortations of Father Ambrose, who, in his lay estate, had been called + Edward Glendinning. This zealous monk had been apprized, by an unsigned + letter placed in his hand by a pilgrim, that a child educated in the + Catholic faith was now in the Castle of Avenel, perilously situated, (so + was the scroll expressed,) as ever the three children who were cast into + the fiery furnace of persecution. The letter threw upon Father Ambrose the + fault, should this solitary lamb, unwillingly left within the demesnes of + the prowling wolf, become his final prey. There needed no farther + exhortation to the monk than the idea that a soul might be endangered, and + that a Catholic might become an apostate; and he made his visits more + frequent than usual to the castle of Avenel, lest, through want of the + private encouragement and instruction which he always found some + opportunity of dispensing, the church should lose a proselyte, and, + according to the Romish creed, the devil acquire a soul. + </p> + <p> + Still these interviews were rare; and though they encouraged the solitary + boy to keep his secret and hold fast his religion, they were neither + frequent nor long enough to inspire him with any thing beyond a blind + attachment to the observances which the priest recommended. He adhered to + the forms of his religion rather because he felt it would be dishonourable + to change that of his fathers, than from any rational conviction or + sincere belief of its mysterious doctrines. It was a principal part of the + distinction which, in his own opinion, singled him out from those with + whom he lived, and gave him an additional, though an internal and + concealed reason, for contemning those of the household who showed an + undisguised dislike of him, and for hardening himself against the + instructions of the chaplain, Henry Warden. + </p> + <p> + “The fanatic preacher,” he thought within himself, during some one of the + chaplain's frequent discourses against the Church of Rome, “he little + knows whose ears are receiving his profane doctrine, and with what + contempt and abhorrence they hear his blasphemies against the holy + religion by which kings have been crowned, and for which martyrs have + died!” + </p> + <p> + But in such proud feelings of defiance of heresy, as it was termed, and of + its professors, which associated the Catholic religion with a sense of + generous independence, and that of the Protestants with the subjugation of + his mind and temper to the direction of Mr. Warden, began and ended the + faith of Roland Graeme, who, independently of the pride of singularity, + sought not to understand, and had no one to expound to him, the + peculiarities of the tenets which he professed. His regret, therefore, at + missing the rosary which had been conveyed to him through the hands of + Father Ambrose, was rather the shame of a soldier who has dropped his + cockade, or badge of service, than that of a zealous votary who had + forgotten a visible symbol of his religion. + </p> + <p> + His thoughts on the subject, however, were mortifying, and the more so + from apprehension that his negligence must reach the ears of his relative. + He felt it could be no one but her who had secretly transmitted these + beads to Father Ambrose for his use, and that his carelessness was but an + indifferent requital of her kindness. + </p> + <p> + “Nor will she omit to ask me about them,” said he to himself; “for hers is + a zeal which age cannot quell; and if she has not quitted her wont, my + answer will not fail to incense her.” + </p> + <p> + While he thus communed with himself, Magdalen Graeme entered the + apartment. “The blessing of the morning on your youthful head, my son,” + she said, with a solemnity of expression which thrilled the youth to the + heart, so sad and earnest did the benediction flow from her lips, in a + tone where devotion was blended with affection. “And thou hast started + thus early from thy couch to catch the first breath of the dawn? But it is + not well, my Roland. Enjoy slumber while thou canst; the time is not far + behind when the waking eye must be thy portion, as well as mine.” + </p> + <p> + She uttered these words with an affectionate and anxious tone, which + showed, that devotional as were the habitual exercises of her mind, the + thoughts of her nursling yet bound her to earth with the cords of human + affection and passion. + </p> + <p> + But she abode not long in a mood which she probably regarded as a + momentary dereliction of her imaginary high calling—“Come,” she + said, “youth, up and be doing—It is time that we leave this place.” + </p> + <p> + “And whither do we go?” said the young man; “or what is the object of our + journey?” + </p> + <p> + The matron stepped back, and gazed on him with surprise, not unmingled + with displeasure. + </p> + <p> + “To what purpose such a question?” she said; “is it not enough that I lead + the way? Hast thou lived with heretics till thou hast learned to instal + the vanity of thine own private judgment in place of due honour and + obedience?” + </p> + <p> + “The time,” thought Roland Graeme within himself, “is already come, when I + must establish my freedom, or be a willing thrall for ever—I feel + that I must speedily look to it.” + </p> + <p> + She instantly fulfilled his foreboding, by recurring to the theme by which + her thoughts seemed most constantly engrossed, although, when she pleased, + no one could so perfectly disguise her religion. + </p> + <p> + “Thy beads, my son—hast thou told thy beads?” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme coloured high; he felt the storm was approaching, but + scorned to avert it by a falsehood. + </p> + <p> + “I have forgotten my rosary,” he said, “at the Castle of Avenel.” + </p> + <p> + “Forgotten thy rosary!” she exclaimed; “false both to religion and to + natural duty, hast thou lost what was sent so far, and at such risk, a + token of the truest affection, that should have been, every bead of it, as + dear to thee as thine eyeballs?” + </p> + <p> + “I am grieved it should have so chanced, mother,” replied the youth, “and + much did I value the token, as coming from you. For what remains, I trust + to win gold enough, when I push my way in the world; and till then, beads + of black oak, or a rosary of nuts, must serve the turn.” + </p> + <p> + “Hear him!” said his grandmother; “young as he is, he hath learned already + the lessons of the devil's school! The rosary, consecrated by the Holy + Father himself, and sanctified by his blessing, is but a few knobs of + gold, whose value may be replaced by the wages of his profane labour, and + whose virtue may be supplied by a string of hazel-nuts!—This is + heresy—So Henry Warden, the wolf who ravages the flock of the + Shepherd, hath taught thee to speak and to think.” + </p> + <p> + “Mother,” said Roland Graeme, “I am no heretic; I believe and I pray + according to the rules of our church—This misfortune I regret, but I + cannot amend it.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou canst repent it, though,” replied his spiritual directress, “repent + it in dust and ashes, atone for it by fasting, prayer, and penance, + instead of looking on me with a countenance as light as if thou hadst lost + but a button from thy cap.” + </p> + <p> + “Mother,” said Roland, “be appeased; I will remember my fault in the next + confession which I have space and opportunity to make, and will do + whatever the priest may require of me in atonement. For the heaviest fault + I can do no more.—But, mother,” he added, after a moment's pause, + “let me not incur your farther displeasure, if I ask whither our journey + is bound, and what is its object. I am no longer a child, but a man, and + at my own disposal, with down upon my chin, and a sword by my side—I + will go to the end of the world with you to do your pleasure; but I owe it + to myself to inquire the purpose and direction of our travels.” + </p> + <p> + “You owe it to yourself, ungrateful boy?” replied his relative, passion + rapidly supplying the colour which age had long chased from her features,—“to + yourself you owe nothing—you can owe nothing—to me you owe + every thing—your life when an infant—your support while a + child—the means of instruction, and the hopes of honour—and, + sooner than thou shouldst abandon the noble cause to which I have devoted + thee, would I see thee lie a corpse at my feet!” + </p> + <p> + Roland was alarmed at the vehement agitation with which she spoke, and + which threatened to overpower her aged frame; and he hastened to reply,—“I + forget nothing of what I owe to you, my dearest mother—show me how + my blood can testify my gratitude, and you shall judge if I spare it. But + blindfold obedience has in it as little merit as reason.” + </p> + <p> + “Saints and angels!” replied Magdalen, “and do I hear these words from the + child of my hopes, the nursling by whose bed I have kneeled, and for whose + weal I have wearied every saint in heaven with prayers? Roland, by + obedience only canst thou show thy affection and thy gratitude. What + avails it that you might perchance adopt the course I propose to thee, + were it to be fully explained? Thou wouldst not then follow my command, + but thine own judgment; thou wouldst not do the will of Heaven, + communicated through thy best friend, to whom thou owest thine all; but + thou wouldst observe the blinded dictates of thine own imperfect reason. + Hear me, Roland! a lot calls thee—solicits thee—demands thee—the + proudest to which man can be destined, and it uses the voice of thine + earliest, thy best, thine only friend—Wilt thou resist it? Then go + thy way—leave me here—my hopes on earth are gone and withered—I + will kneel me down before yonder profaned altar, and when the raging + heretics return, they shall dye it with the blood of a martyr.” + </p> + <p> + “But, my dearest mother,” said Roland Graeme, whose early recollections of + her violence were formidably renewed by these wild expressions of reckless + passion, “I will not forsake you—I will abide with you—worlds + shall not force me from your side—I will protect—I will defend + you—I will live with you, and die for you!” + </p> + <p> + “One word, my son, were worth all these—say only, 'I will obey + you.'” + </p> + <p> + “Doubt it not, mother,” replied the youth, “I will, and that with all my + heart; only——” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I receive no qualifications of thy promise,” said Magdalen Graeme, + catching at the word, “the obedience which I require is absolute; and a + blessing on thee, thou darling memory of my beloved child, that thou hast + power to make a promise so hard to human pride! Trust me well, that in the + design in which thou dost embark, thou hast for thy partners the mighty + and the valiant, the power of the church, and the pride of the noble. + Succeed or fail, live or die, thy name shall be among those with whom + success or failure is alike glorious, death or life alike desirable. + Forward, then, forward! life is short, and our plan is laborious—Angels, + saints, and the whole blessed host of heaven, have their eyes even now on + this barren and blighted land of Scotland—What say I? on Scotland? + their eye is on <i>us</i>, Roland—on the frail woman, on the + inexperienced youth, who, amidst the ruins which sacrilege hath made in + the holy place, devote themselves to God's cause, and that of their lawful + Sovereign. Amen, so be it! The blessed eyes of saints and martyrs, which + see our resolve, shall witness the execution; or their ears, which hear + our vow, shall hear our death-groan, drawn in the sacred cause!” + </p> + <p> + While thus speaking, she held Roland Graeme firmly with one hand, while + she pointed upward with the other, to leave him, as it were, no means of + protest against the obtestation to which he was thus made a party. When + she had finished her appeal to Heaven, she left him no leisure for farther + hesitation, or for asking any explanation of her purpose; but passing with + the same ready transition as formerly, to the solicitous attentions of an + anxious parent, overwhelmed him with questions concerning his residence in + the Castle of Avenel, and the qualities and accomplishments he had + acquired. + </p> + <p> + “It is well,” she said, when she had exhausted her inquiries, “my gay + goss-hawk + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: The comparison is taken from some beautiful verses in an old + ballad, entitled Fause Foodrage, published in the “Minstrelsy of the + Scottish Border.” A deposed queen, to preserve her infant son from the + traitors who have slain his father, exchanges him with the female + offspring of a faithful friend, and goes on to direct the education of the + children, and the private signals by which the parents are to hear news + each of her own offspring. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “And you shall learn my gay goss-hawk + Right well to breast a steed; + And so will I your turtle dow, + As well to write and read. + + And ye shall learn my gay goss-hawk + To wield both bow and brand; + And so will I your turtle dow, + To lay gowd with her hand. + + At kirk or market when we meet, + We'll dare make no avow, + But, 'Dame, how does my gay goss-hawk?' + 'Madame, how does my dow?'” ] +</pre> + <p> + hath been well trained, and will soar high; but those who bred him will + have cause to fear as well as to wonder at his flight.—Let us now,” + she said, “to our morning meal, and care not though it be a scanty one. A + few hours' walk will bring us to more friendly quarters.” + </p> + <p> + They broke their fast accordingly, on such fragments as remained of their + yesterday's provision, and immediately set out on their farther journey. + Magdalen Graeme led the way, with a firm and active step much beyond her + years, and Roland Graeme followed, pensive and anxious, and far from + satisfied with the state of dependence to which he seemed again to be + reduced. + </p> + <p> + “Am I for ever,” he said to himself, “to be devoured with the desire of + independence and free agency, and yet to be for ever led on, by + circumstances, to follow the will of others?” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Tenth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + She dwelt unnoticed and alone, + Beside the springs of Dove: + A maid whom there was none to praise, + And very few to love. + WORDSWORTH. +</pre> + <p> + In the course of their journey the travellers spoke little to each other. + Magdalen Graeme chanted, from time to time, in a low voice, a part of some + one of those beautiful old Latin hymns which belong to the Catholic + service, muttered an Ave or a Credo, and so passed on, lost in devotional + contemplation. The meditations of her grandson were more bent on mundane + matters; and many a time, as a moor-fowl arose from the heath, and shot + along the moor, uttering his bold crow of defiance, he thought of the + jolly Adam Woodcock, and his trusty goss-hawk; or, as they passed a + thicket where the low trees and bushes were intermingled with tall fern, + furze, and broom, so as to form a thick and intricate cover, his dreams + were of a roebuck and a brace of gaze-hounds. But frequently his mind + returned to the benevolent and kind mistress whom he had left behind him, + offended justly, and unreconciled by any effort of his. + </p> + <p> + “My step would be lighter,” he thought, “and so would my heart, could I + but have returned to see her for one instant, and to say, Lady, the orphan + boy was wild, but not ungrateful!” + </p> + <p> + Travelling in these divers moods, about the hour of noon they reached a + small straggling village, in which, as usual, were seen one or two of + those predominating towers, or peel houses, which, for reasons of defence + elsewhere detailed, were at that time to be found in every Border hamlet. + A brook flowed beside the village, and watered the valley in which it + stood. There was also a mansion at the end of the village, and a little + way separated from it, much dilapidated, and in very bad order, but + appearing to have been the abode of persons of some consideration. The + situation was agreeable, being an angle formed by the stream, bearing + three or four large sycamore trees, which were in full leaf, and served to + relieve the dark appearance of the mansion, which was built of a deep red + stone. The house itself was a large one, but was now obviously too big for + the inmates; several windows were built up, especially those which opened + from the lower story; others were blockaded in a less substantial manner. + The court before the door, which had once been defended with a species of + low outer-wall, now ruinous, was paved, but the stones were completely + covered with long gray nettles, thistles, and other weeds, which, shooting + up betwixt the flags, had displaced many of them from their level. Even + matters demanding more peremptory attention had been left neglected, in a + manner which argued sloth or poverty in the extreme. The stream, + undermining a part of the bank near an angle of the ruinous wall, had + brought it down, with a corner turret, the ruins of which lay in the bed + of the river. The current, interrupted by the ruins which it had + overthrown, and turned yet nearer to the site of the tower, had greatly + enlarged the breach it had made, and was in the process of undermining the + ground on which the house itself stood, unless it were speedily protected + by sufficient bulwarks. + </p> + <p> + All this attracted Roland Graeme's observation, as they approached the + dwelling by a winding path, which gave them, at intervals, a view of it + from different points. + </p> + <p> + “If we go to yonder house,” he said to his mother, “I trust it is but for + a short visit. It looks as if two rainy days from the north-west would + send the whole into the brook.” + </p> + <p> + “You see but with the eyes of the body,” said the old woman; “God will + defend his own, though it be forsaken and despised of men. Better to dwell + on the sand, under his law, than fly to the rock of human trust.” + </p> + <p> + As she thus spoke, they entered the court before the old mansion, and + Roland could observe that the front of it had formerly been considerably + ornamented with carved work, in the same dark-coloured freestone of which + it was built. But all these ornaments had been broken down and destroyed, + and only the shattered vestiges of niches and entablatures now strewed the + place which they had once occupied. The larger entrance in front was + walled up, but a little footpath, which, from its appearance, seemed to be + rarely trodden, led to a small wicket, defended by a door well clenched + with iron-headed nails, at which Magdalen Graeme knocked three times, + pausing betwixt each knock, until she heard an answering tap from within. + At the last knock, the wicket was opened by a pale thin female, who said, + “<i>Benedicti qui venient in nomine Domini</i>.” They entered, and the + portress hastily shut behind them the wicket, and made fast the massive + fastenings by which it was secured. + </p> + <p> + The female led the way through a narrow entrance, into a vestibule of some + extent, paved with stone, and having benches of the same solid material + ranged around. At the upper end was an oriel window, but some of the + intervals formed by the stone shafts and mullions were blocked up, so that + the apartment was very gloomy. + </p> + <p> + Here they stopped, and the mistress of the mansion, for such she was, + embraced Magdalen Graeme, and greeting her by the title of sister, kissed + her with much solemnity, on either side of the face. + </p> + <p> + “The blessing of Our Lady be upon you, my sister,” were her next words; + and they left no doubt upon Roland's mind respecting the religion of their + hostess, even if he could have suspected his venerable and zealous guide + of resting elsewhere than in the habitation of an orthodox Catholic. They + spoke together a few words in private, during which he had leisure to + remark more particularly the appearance of his grandmother's friend. + </p> + <p> + Her age might be betwixt fifty and sixty; her looks had a mixture of + melancholy and unhappiness that bordered on discontent, and obscured the + remains of beauty which age had still left on her features. Her dress was + of the plainest and most ordinary description, of a dark colour, and, like + Magdalen Graeme's, something approaching to a religious habit. Strict + neatness and cleanliness of person, seemed to intimate, that if poor, she + was not reduced to squalid or heart-broken distress, and that she was + still sufficiently attached to life to retain a taste for its decencies, + if not its elegancies. Her manner, as well as her features and appearance, + argued an original condition and education far above the meanness of her + present appearance. In short, the whole figure was such as to excite the + idea, “That female must have had a history worth knowing.” While Roland + Graeme was making this very reflection, the whispers of the two females + ceased, and the mistress of the mansion, approaching him, looked on his + face and person with much attention, and, as it seemed, some interest. + </p> + <p> + “This, then,” she said, addressing his relative, “is the child of thine + unhappy daughter, sister Magdalen; and him, the only shoot from your + ancient tree, you are willing to devote to the Good Cause?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, by the rood,” answered Magdalen Graeme, in her usual tone of + resolved determination, “to the good cause I devote him, flesh and fell, + sinew and limb, body and soul.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art a happy woman, sister Magdalen,” answered her companion, “that, + lifted so high above human affection and human feeling, thou canst bind + such a victim to the horns of the altar. Had I been called to make such a + sacrifice—to plunge a youth so young and fair into the plots and + bloodthirsty dealings of the time, not the patriarch Abraham, when he led + Isaac up the mountain, would have rendered more melancholy obedience.” + </p> + <p> + She then continued to look at Roland with a mournful aspect of compassion, + until the intentness of her gaze occasioned his colour to rise, and he was + about to move out of its influence, when he was stopped by his + grand-mother with one hand, while with the other she divided the hair upon + his forehead, which was now crimson with bashfulness, while she added, + with a mixture of proud affection and firm resolution,—“Ay, look at + him well, my sister, for on a fairer face thine eye never rested. I too, + when I first saw him, after a long separation, felt as the worldly feel, + and was half shaken in my purpose. But no wind can tear a leaf from the + withered tree which has long been stripped of its foliage, and no mere + human casualty can awaken the mortal feelings which have long slept in the + calm of devotion.” + </p> + <p> + While the old woman thus spoke, her manner gave the lie to her assertions, + for the tears rose to her eyes while she added, “But the fairer and the + more spotless the victim, is it not, my sister, the more worthy of + acceptance?” + </p> + <p> + She seemed glad to escape from the sensations which agitated her, and + instantly added, “He will escape, my sister—there will be a ram + caught in the thicket, and the hand of our revolted brethren shall not be + on the youthfull Joseph. Heaven can defend its own rights, even by means + of babes and sucklings, of women and beardless boys.” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven hath left us,” said the other female; “for our sins and our + fathers' the succours of the blessed Saints have abandoned this accursed + land. We may win the crown of Martyrdom, but not that of earthly triumph. + One, too, whose prudence was at this deep crisis so indispensable, has + been called to a better world. The Abbot Eustatius is no more.” + </p> + <p> + “May his soul have mercy!” said Magdalen Graeme, “and may Heaven, too, + have mercy upon us, who linger behind in this bloody land! His loss is + indeed a perilous blow to our enterprise; for who remains behind + possessing his far-fetched experience, his self-devoted zeal, his + consummate wisdom, and his undaunted courage! He hath fallen with the + church's standard in his hand, but God will raise up another to lift the + blessed banner. Whom have the Chapter elected in his room?” + </p> + <p> + “It is rumoured no one of the few remaining brethren dare accept the + office. The heretics have sworn that they will permit no future election, + and will heavily punish any attempt to create a new Abbot of Saint Mary's. + <i>Conjuraverunt inter se principes, dicentes, Projiciamus laqueos ejus</i>.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Quousque, Domine!</i>”—ejaculated Magdalen; “this, my sister, + were indeed a perilous and fatal breach in our band; but I am firm in my + belief, that another will arise in the place of him so untimely removed. + Where is thy daughter Catharine?” + </p> + <p> + “In the parlour,” answered the matron, “but”—She looked at Roland + Graeme, and muttered something in the ear of her friend. + </p> + <p> + “Fear it not,” answered Magdalen Graeme, “it is both lawful and necessary—fear + nothing from him—I would he were as well grounded in the faith by + which alone comes safety, as he is free from thought, deed, or speech of + villany. Therein is the heretics' discipline to be commended, my sister, + that they train up their youth in strong morality, and choke up every + inlet to youthful folly.” + </p> + <p> + “It is but a cleansing the outside of the cup,” answered her friend, “a + whitening of the sepulchre; but he shall see Catharine, since you, sister, + judge it safe and meet.—Follow us, youth,” she added, and led the + way from the apartment—with her friend. These were the only words + which the matron had addressed to Roland Graeme, who obeyed them in + silence. As they paced through several winding passages and waste + apartments with a very slow step, the young page had leisure to make some + reflections on his situation,—reflections of a nature which his + ardent temper considered as specially disagreeable. It seemed he had now + got two mistresses, or tutoresses, instead of one, both elderly women, and + both, it would seem, in league to direct his motions according to their + own pleasure, and for the accomplishment of plans to which he was no + party. This, he thought, was too much; arguing reasonably enough, that + whatever right his grandmother and benefactress had to guide his motions, + she was neither entitled to transfer her authority or divide it with + another, who seemed to assume, without ceremony, the same tone of absolute + command over him. + </p> + <p> + “But it shall not long continue thus,” thought Roland; “I will not be all + my life the slave of a woman's whistle, to go when she bids, and come when + she calls. No, by Saint Andrew! the hand that can hold the lance is above + the control of the distaff. I will leave them the slipp'd collar in their + hands on the first opportunity, and let them execute their own devices by + their own proper force. It may save them both from peril, for I guess what + they meditate is not likely to prove either safe or easy—the Earl of + Murray and his heresy are too well rooted to be grubbed up by two old + women.” + </p> + <p> + As he thus resolved, they entered a low room, in which a third female was + seated. This apartment was the first he had observed in the mansion which + was furnished with moveable seats, and with a wooden table, over which was + laid a piece of tapestry. A carpet was spread on the floor, there was a + grate in the chimney, and, in brief, the apartment had the air of being + habitable and inhabited. + </p> + <p> + But Roland's eyes found better employment than to make observations on the + accommodations of the chamber; for this second female inhabitant of the + mansion seemed something very different from any thing he had yet seen + there. At his first entry, she had greeted with a silent and low obeisance + the two aged matrons, then glancing her eyes towards Roland, she adjusted + a veil which hung back over her shoulders, so as to bring it over her + face; an operation which she performed with much modesty, but without + either affected haste or embarrassed timidity. + </p> + <p> + During this manoeuvre Roland had time to observe, that the face was that + of a girl apparently not much past sixteen, and that the eyes were at once + soft and brilliant. To these very favourable observations was added the + certainty that the fair object to whom they referred possessed an + excellent shape, bordering perhaps on <i>enbonpoint</i>, and therefore + rather that of a Hebe than of a Sylph, but beautifully formed, and shown + to great advantage by the close jacket and petticoat which she wore after + a foreign fashion, the last not quite long enough to conceal a very pretty + foot, which rested on a bar of the table at which she sate; her round arms + and taper fingers very busily employed in repairing—the piece of + tapestry which was spread on it, which exhibited several deplorable + fissures, enough to demand the utmost skill of the most expert seamstress. + </p> + <p> + It is to be remarked, that it was by stolen glances that Roland Graeme + contrived to ascertain these interesting particulars; and he thought he + could once or twice, notwithstanding the texture of the veil, detect the + damsel in the act of taking similar cognizance of his own person. The + matrons in the meanwhile continued their separate conversation, eyeing + from time to time the young people, in a manner which left Roland in no + doubt that they were the subject of their conversation. At length he + distinctly heard Magdalen Graeme say these words—“Nay, my sister, we + must give them opportunity to speak together, and to become acquainted; + they must be personally known to each other, or how shall they be able to + execute what they are intrusted with?” + </p> + <p> + It seemed as if the matron, not fully satisfied with her friend's + reasoning, continued to offer some objections; but they were borne down by + her more dictatorial friend. + </p> + <p> + “It must be so,” she said, “my dear sister; let us therefore go forth on + the balcony, to finish our conversation.—And do you,” she said, + addressing Roland and the girl, “become acquainted with each other.” + </p> + <p> + With this she stepped up to the young woman, and raising her veil, + discovered features which, whatever might be their ordinary complexion, + were now covered with a universal blush. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Licitum sit,</i>” said Magdalen, looking at the other matron. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Vix licitum,</i>” replied the other, with reluctant and hesitating + acquiescence; and again adjusting the veil of the blushing girl, she + dropped it so as to shade, though not to conceal her countenance, and + whispered to her, in a tone loud enough for the page to hear, “Remember, + Catharine, who thou art, and for what destined.” + </p> + <p> + The matron then retreated with Magdalen Graeme through one of the + casements of the apartment, that opened on a large broad balcony, which, + with its ponderous balustrade, had once run along the whole south front of + the building which faced the brook, and formed a pleasant and commodious + walk in the open air. It was now in some places deprived of the + balustrade, in others broken and narrowed; but, ruinous as it was, could + still be used as a pleasant promenade. Here then walked the two ancient + dames, busied in their private conversation; yet not so much so, but that + Roland could observe the matrons, as their thin forms darkened the + casement in passing or repassing before it, dart a glance into the + apartment, to see how matters were going on there. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Eleventh. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Life hath its May, and is mirthful then: + The woods are vocal, and the flowers all odour; + Its very blast has mirth in't,—and the maidens, + The while they don their cloaks to screen their kirtles, + Laugh at the rain that wets them. + OLD PLAY. +</pre> + <p> + Catherine was at the happy age of innocence and buoyancy of spirit, when, + after the first moment of embarrassment was over, a situation of + awkwardness, like that in which she was suddenly left to make acquaintance + with a handsome youth, not even known to her by name, struck her, in spite + of herself, in a ludicrous point of view. She bent her beautiful eyes upon + the work with which she was busied, and with infinite gravity sate out the + two first turns of the matrons upon the balcony; but then, glancing her + deep blue eye a little towards Roland, and observing the embarrassment + under which he laboured, now shifting on his chair, and now dangling his + cap, the whole man evincing that he was perfectly at a loss how to open + the conversation, she could keep her composure no longer, but after a vain + struggle broke out into a sincere, though a very involuntary fit of + laughing, so richly accompanied by the laughter of her merry eyes, which + actually glanced through the tears which the effort filled them with, and + by the waving of her rich tresses, that the goddess of smiles herself + never looked more lovely than Catherine at that moment. A court page would + not have left her long alone in her mirth; but Roland was country-bred, + and, besides, having some jealousy as well as bashfulness, he took it into + his head that he was himself the object of her inextinguishable laughter. + His endeavours to sympathize with Catherine, therefore, could carry him no + farther than a forced giggle, which had more of displeasure than of mirth + in it, and which so much enhanced that of the girl, that it seemed to + render it impossible for her ever to bring her laughter to an end, with + whatever anxious pains she laboured to do so. For every one has felt, that + when a paroxysm of laughter has seized him at a misbecoming time and + place, the efforts which he made to suppress it, nay, the very sense of + the impropriety of giving way to it, tend only to augment and prolong the + irresistible impulse. + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0169}.jpg" alt="{0169}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0169}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + It was undoubtedly lucky for Catherine, as well as for Roland, that the + latter did not share in the excessive mirth of the former. For, seated as + she was, with her back to the casement, Catherine could easily escape the + observation of the two matrons during the course of their promenade; + whereas Graeme was so placed, with his side to the window, that his mirth, + had he shared that of his companion, would have been instantly visible, + and could not have failed to give offence to the personages in question. + He sate, however, with some impatience, until Catherine had exhausted + either her power or her desire of laughing, and was returning with good + grace to the exercise of her needle, and then he observed with some + dryness, that “there seemed no great occasion to recommend to them to + improve their acquaintance, as it seemed, that they were already tolerably + familiar.” + </p> + <p> + Catherine had an extreme desire to set off upon a fresh score, but she + repressed it strongly, and fixing her eyes on her work, replied by asking + his pardon, and promising to avoid future offence. + </p> + <p> + Roland had sense enough to feel, that an air of offended dignity was very + much misplaced, and that it was with a very different bearing he ought to + meet the deep blue eyes which had borne such a hearty burden in the + laughing scene. He tried, therefore, to extricate himself as well as he + could from his blunder, by assuming a tone of correspondent gaiety, and + requesting to know of the nymph, “how it was her pleasure that they should + proceed in improving the acquaintance which had commenced so merrily.” + </p> + <p> + “That,” she said, “you must yourself discover; perhaps I have gone a step + too far in opening our interview.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose,” said Roland Graeme, “we should begin as in a tale-book, by + asking each other's names and histories?” + </p> + <p> + “It is right well imagined,” said Catherine, “and shows an argute + judgment. Do you begin, and I will listen, and only put in a question or + two at the dark parts of the story. Come, unfold then your name and + history, my new acquaintance.” + </p> + <p> + “I am called Roland Graeme, and that tall woman is my grandmother.” + </p> + <p> + “And your tutoress?—good. Who are your parents?” + </p> + <p> + “They are both dead,” replied Roland. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but who were they? you <i>had</i> parents, I presume?” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose so,” said Roland, “but I have never been able to learn much of + their history. My father was a Scottish knight, who died gallantly in his + stirrups—my mother was a Graeme of Hathergill, in the Debateable + Land—most of her family were killed when the Debateable country was + burned by Lord Maxwell and Herries of Caerlaverock.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it long ago?” said the damsel. + </p> + <p> + “Before I was born,” answered the page. + </p> + <p> + “That must be a great while since,” said she, shaking her head gravely; + “look you, I cannot weep for them.” + </p> + <p> + “It needs not,” said the youth, “they fell with honour.” + </p> + <p> + “So much for your lineage, fair sir,” replied his companion, “of whom I + like the living specimen (a glance at the casement) far less than those + that are dead. Your much honoured grandmother looks as if she could make + one weep in sad earnest. And now, fair sir, for your own person—if + you tell not the tale faster, it will be cut short in the middle; Mother + Bridget pauses longer and longer every time she passes the window, and + with her there is as little mirth as in the grave of your ancestors.” + </p> + <p> + “My tale is soon told—I was introduced into the castle of Avenel to + be page to the lady of the mansion.” + </p> + <p> + “She is a strict Huguenot, is she not?” said the maiden. + </p> + <p> + “As strict as Calvin himself. But my grandmother can play the puritan when + it suits her purpose, and she had some plan of her own, for quartering me + in the Castle—it would have failed, however, after we had remained + several weeks at the hamlet, but for an unexpected master of ceremonies—” + </p> + <p> + “And who was that?” said the girl. + </p> + <p> + “A large black dog, Wolf by name, who brought me into the castle one day + in his mouth, like a hurt wild-duck, and presented me to the lady.” + </p> + <p> + “A most respectable introduction, truly,” said Catherine; “and what might + you learn at this same castle? I love dearly to know what my acquaintances + can do at need.” + </p> + <p> + “To fly a hawk, hollow to a hound, back a horse, and wield lance, bow, and + brand.” + </p> + <p> + “And to boast of all this when you have learned it,” said Catherine, + “which, in France at least, is the surest accomplishment of a page. But + proceed, fair sir; how came your Huguenot lord and your no less Huguenot + lady to receive and keep in the family so perilous a person as a Catholic + page?” + </p> + <p> + “Because they knew not that part of my history, which from infancy I have + been taught to keep secret—and because my grand-dame's former + zealous attendance on their heretic chaplain, had laid all this suspicion + to sleep, most fair Callipolis,” said the page; and in so saying, he edged + his chair towards the seat of the fair querist. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but keep your distance, most gallant sir,” answered the blue-eyed + maiden, “for, unless I greatly mistake, these reverend ladies will soon + interrupt our amicable conference, if the acquaintance they recommend + shall seem to proceed beyond a certain point—so, fair sir, be + pleased to abide by your station, and reply to my questions.—By what + achievements did you prove the qualities of a page, which you had thus + happily acquired?” + </p> + <p> + Roland, who began to enter into the tone and spirit of the damsel's + conversation, replied to her with becoming spirit. + </p> + <p> + “In no feat, fair gentlewoman, was I found inexpert, wherein there was + mischief implied. I shot swans, hunted cats, frightened serving-women, + chased the deer, and robbed the orchard. I say nothing of tormenting the + chaplain in various ways, for that was my duty as a good Catholic.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, as I am a gentlewoman,” said Catherine, “I think these heretics have + done Catholic penance in entertaining so all-accomplished a serving-man! + And what, fair sir, might have been the unhappy event which deprived them + of an inmate altogether so estimable?” + </p> + <p> + “Truly, fair gentlewoman,” answered the youth, “your real proverb says + that the longest lane will have a turning, and mine was more—it was, + in fine, a turning off.” + </p> + <p> + “Good!” said the merry young maiden, “it is an apt play on the word—and + what occasion was taken for so important a catastrophe?—Nay, start + not for my learning, I do know the schools—in plain phrase, why were + you sent from service?” + </p> + <p> + The page shrugged his shoulders while he replied,—“A short tale is + soon told—and a short horse soon curried. I made the falconer's boy + taste of my switch—the falconer threatened to make me brook his + cudgel—he is a kindly clown as well as a stout, and I would rather + have been cudgelled by him than any man in Christendom to choose—but + I knew not his qualities at that time—so I threatened to make him + brook the stab, and my Lady made me brook the 'Begone;' so adieu to the + page's office and the fair Castle of Avenel—I had not travelled far + before I met my venerable parent—And so tell your tale, fair + gentlewoman, for mine is done.” + </p> + <p> + “A happy grandmother,” said the maiden, “who had the luck to find the + stray page just when his mistress had slipped his leash, and a most lucky + page that has jumped at once from a page to an old lady's + gentleman-usher!” + </p> + <p> + “All this is nothing of your history,” answered Roland Graeme, began to be + much interested in the congenial vivacity of this facetious young + gentlewoman,—“tale for tale is fellow-traveller's justice.” + </p> + <p> + “Wait till we are fellow-travellers, then,” replied Catherine. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, you escape me not so,” said the page; “if you deal not justly by me, + I will call out to Dame Bridget, or whatever your dame be called, and + proclaim you for a cheat.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall not need,” answered the maiden—“my history is the + counterpart of your own; the same words might almost serve, change but + dress and name. I am called Catherine Seyton, and I also am an orphan.” + </p> + <p> + “Have your parents been long dead?” + </p> + <p> + “This is the only question,” said she, throwing down her fine eyes with a + sudden expression of sorrow, “that is the only question I cannot laugh + at.” + </p> + <p> + “And Dame Bridget is your grandmother?” + </p> + <p> + The sudden cloud passed away like that which crosses for an instant the + summer sun, and she answered with her usual lively expression, “Worse by + twenty degrees—Dame Bridget is my maiden aunt.” + </p> + <p> + “Over gods forbode!” said Roland—“Alas! that you have such a tale to + tell! and what horror comes next?” + </p> + <p> + “Your own history, exactly. I was taken upon trial for service—” + </p> + <p> + “And turned off for pinching the duenna, or affronting my lady's + waiting-woman?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, our history varies there,” said the damsel—“Our mistress broke + up house, or had her house broke up, which is the same thing, and I am a + free woman of the forest.” + </p> + <p> + “And I am as glad of it as if any one had lined my doublet with cloth of + gold,” said the youth. + </p> + <p> + “I thank you for your mirth,” said she, “but the matter is not likely to + concern you.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but go on,” said the page, “for you will be presently interrupted; + the two good dames have been soaring yonder on the balcony, like two old + hooded crows, and their croak grows hoarser as night comes on; they will + wing to roost presently.—This mistress of yours, fair gentlewoman, + who was she, in God's name?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, she has a fair name in the world,” replied Catherine Seyton. “Few + ladies kept a fairer house, or held more gentlewomen in her household; my + aunt Bridget was one of her housekeepers. We never saw our mistress's + blessed face, to be sure, but we heard enough of her; were up early and + down late, and were kept to long prayers and light food.” + </p> + <p> + “Out upon the penurious old beldam!” said the page. + </p> + <p> + “For Heaven's sake, blaspheme not!” said the girl, with an expression of + fear.—“God pardon us both! I meant no harm. I speak of our blessed + Saint Catherine of Sienna!—may God forgive me that I spoke so + lightly, and made you do a great sin and a great blasphemy. This was her + nunnery, in which there were twelve nuns and an abbess. My aunt was the + abbess, till the heretics turned all adrift.” + </p> + <p> + “And where are your companions?” asked the youth. + </p> + <p> + “With the last year's snow,” answered the maiden; “east, north, south, and + west—some to France, some to Flanders, some, I fear, into the world + and its pleasures. We have got permission to remain, or rather our + remaining has been connived at, for my aunt has great relations among the + Kerrs, and they have threatened a death-feud if any one touches us; and + bow and spear are the best warrant in these times.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, then, you sit under a sure shadow,” said the youth; “and I suppose + you wept yourself blind when Saint Catherine broke up housekeeping before + you had taken arles [Footnote: <i>Anglice</i>—Earnest-money] in her + service?” + </p> + <p> + “Hush! for Heaven's sake,” said the damsel, crossing herself; “no more of + that! but I have not quite cried my eyes out,” said she, turning them upon + him, and instantly again bending them upon her work. It was one of those + glances which would require the threefold plate of brass around the heart, + more than it is needed by the mariners, to whom Horace recommends it. Our + youthful page had no defence whatever to offer. + </p> + <p> + “What say you, Catherine,” he said, “if we two, thus strangely turned out + of service at the same time, should give our two most venerable duennas + the torch to hold, while we walk a merry measure with each other over the + floor of this weary world?” + </p> + <p> + “A goodly proposal, truly,” said Catherine, “and worthy the mad-cap brain + of a discarded page!—And what shifts does your worship propose we + should live by?—by singing ballads, cutting purses, or swaggering on + the highway? for there, I think, you would find your most productive + exchequer.” + </p> + <p> + “Choose, you proud peat!” said the page, drawing off in huge disdain at + the calm and unembarrassed ridicule with which his wild proposal was + received. And as he spoke the words, the casement was again darkened by + the forms of the matrons—it opened, and admitted Magdalen Graeme and + the Mother Abbess, so we must now style her, into the apartment. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Twelfth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Nay, hear me, brother—I am elder, wiser, + And holier than thou—And age, and wisdom, + And holiness, have peremptory claims, + And will be listen'd to. + OLD PLAY. +</pre> + <p> + When the matrons re-entered, and put an end to the conversation—which + we have detailed in the last chapter, Dame Magdalen Graeme thus addressed + her grandson and his pretty companion: “Have you spoke together, my + children?—Have you become known to each other as fellow-travellers + on the same dark and dubious road, whom chance hath brought together, and + who study to learn the tempers and dispositions of those by whom their + perils are to be shared?” + </p> + <p> + It was seldom the light-hearted Catharine could suppress a jest, so that + she often spoke when she would have acted more wisely in holding her + peace. + </p> + <p> + “Your grandson admires the journey which you propose so very greatly, that + he was even now preparing for setting out upon it instantly.” + </p> + <p> + “This is to be too forward, Roland,” said the dame, addressing him, “as + yesterday you were over slack—the just mean lies in obedience, which + both waits for the signal to start, and obeys it when given.—But + once again, my children, have you so perused each other's countenances, + that when you meet, in whatever disguise the times may impose upon you, + you may recognize each in the other the secret agent of the mighty work in + which you are to be leagued?—Look at each other, know each line and + lineament of each other's countenance. Learn to distinguish by the step, + by the sound of the voice, by the motion of the hand, by the glance of the + eye, the partner whom Heaven hath sent to aid in working its will.—Wilt + thou know that maiden, whensoever, or wheresoever you shall again meet + her, my Roland Graeme?” + </p> + <p> + As readily as truly did Roland answer in the affirmative. “And thou, my + daughter, wilt thou again remember the features of this youth?” + </p> + <p> + “Truly, mother,” replied Catherine Seyton, “I have not seen so many men of + late, that I should immediately forget your grandson, though I mark not + much about him that is deserving of especial remembrance.” + </p> + <p> + “Join hands, then, my children,” said Magdalen Graeme; but, in saying so, + was interrupted by her companion, whose conventual prejudices had been + gradually giving her more and more uneasiness, and who could remain + acquiescent no longer. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, my good sister, you forget,” said she to Magdalen, “Catharine is the + betrothed bride of Heaven—these intimacies cannot be.” + </p> + <p> + “It is in the cause of Heaven that I command them to embrace,” said + Magdalen, with the full force of her powerful voice; “the end, sister, + sanctifies the means we must use.” + </p> + <p> + “They call me Lady Abbess, or Mother at the least, who address me,” said + Dame Bridget, drawing herself up, as if offended at her friend's + authoritative manner—“the Lady of Heathergill forgets that she + speaks to the Abbess of Saint Catherine.” + </p> + <p> + “When I was what you call me,” said Magdalen, “you indeed were the Abbess + of Saint Catherine, but both names are now gone, with all the rank that + the world and that the church gave to them; and we are now, to the eye of + human judgment, two poor, despised, oppressed women, dragging our + dishonoured old age to a humble grave. But what are we in the eye of + Heaven?—Ministers, sent forth to work his will,—in whose + weakness the strength of the church shall be manifested-before whom shall + be humbled the wisdom of Murray, and the dark strength of Morton,—And + to such wouldst thou apply the narrow rules of thy cloistered seclusion?—or, + hast thou forgotten the order which I showed thee from thy Superior, + subjecting thee to me in these matters?” + </p> + <p> + “On thy head, then, be the scandal and the sin,” said the Abbess, + sullenly. + </p> + <p> + “On mine be they both,” said Magdalen. “I say, embrace each other, my + children.” + </p> + <p> + But Catherine, aware, perhaps, how the dispute was likely to terminate, + had escaped from the apartment, and so disappointed the grandson, at least + as much as the old matron. + </p> + <p> + “She is gone,” said the Abbess, “to provide some little refreshment. But + it will have little savour to those who dwell in the world; for I, at + least, cannot dispense with the rules to which I am vowed, because it is + the will of wicked men to break down the sanctuary in which they wont to + be observed.” + </p> + <p> + “It is well, my sister,” replied Magdalen, “to pay each even the smallest + tithes of mint and cummin which the church demands, and I blame not thy + scrupulous observance of the rules of thine order. But they were + established by the church, and for the church's benefit; and reason it is + that they should give way when the salvation of the church herself is at + stake.” + </p> + <p> + The Abbess made no reply. + </p> + <p> + One more acquainted with human nature than the inexperienced page, might + have found amusement in comparing the different kinds of fanaticisms which + these two females exhibited. The Abbess, timid, narrowminded, and + discontented, clung to ancient usages and pretensions which were ended by + the Reformation; and was in adversity, as she had been in prosperity, + scrupulous, weak-spirited, and bigoted. While the fiery and more lofty + spirit of her companion suggested a wider field of effort, and would not + be limited by ordinary rules in the extraordinary schemes which were + suggested by her bold and irregular imagination. But Roland Graeme, + instead of tracing these peculiarities of character in the two old damps, + only waited with great anxiety for the return of Catherine, expecting + probably that the proposal of the fraternal embrace would be renewed, as + his grandmother seemed disposed to carry matters with a high hand. + </p> + <p> + His expectations, or hopes, if we may call them so, were, however, + disappointed; for, when Catherine re-entered on the summons of the Abbess, + and placed on the table an earthen pitcher of water, and four wooden + platters, with cups of the same materials, the Dame of Heathergill, + satisfied with the arbitrary mode in which she had borne down the + opposition of the Abbess, pursued her victory no farther—a + moderation for which her grandson, in his heart, returned her but slender + thanks. + </p> + <p> + In the meanwhile, Catherine continued to place upon the table the slender + preparations for the meal of a recluse, which consisted almost entirely of + colewort, boiled and served up in a wooden platter, having no better + seasoning than a little salt, and no better accompaniment than some coarse + barley-bread, in very moderate quantity. The water-pitcher, already + mentioned, furnished the only beverage. After a Latin grace, delivered by + the Abbess, the guests sat down to their spare entertainment. The + simplicity of the fare appeared to produce no distaste in the females, who + ate of it moderately, but with the usual appearance of appetite. But + Roland Graeme had been used to better cheer. Sir Halbert Glendinning, who + affected even an unusual degree of nobleness in his housekeeping, + maintained it in a style of genial hospitality, which rivalled that of the + Northern Barons of England. He might think, perhaps, that by doing so, he + acted yet more completely the part for which he was born—that of a + great Baron and a leader. Two bullocks, and six sheep, weekly, were the + allowance when the Baron was at home, and the number was not greatly + diminished during his absence. A boll of malt was weekly brewed into ale, + which was used by the household at discretion. Bread was baked in + proportion for the consumption of his domestics and retainers; and in this + scene of plenty had Roland Graeme now lived for several years. It formed a + bad introduction to lukewarm greens and spring-water; and probably his + countenance indicated some sense of the difference, for the Abbess + observed, “It would seem, my son, that the tables of the heretic Baron, + whom you have so long followed, are more daintily furnished than those of + the suffering daughters of the church; and yet, not upon the most solemn + nights of festival, when the nuns were permitted to eat their portion at + mine own table, did I consider the cates, which were then served up, as + half so delicious as these vegetables and this water, on which I prefer to + feed, rather than do aught which may derogate from the strictness of my + vow. It shall never be said that the mistress of this house made it a + house of feasting, when days of darkness and of affliction were hanging + over the Holy Church, of which I am an unworthy member.” + </p> + <p> + “Well hast thou said, my sister,” replied Magdalen Graeme; “but now it is + not only time to suffer in the good cause, but to act in it. And since our + pilgrim's meal is finished, let us go apart to prepare for our journey + tomorrow, and to advise on the manner in which these children shall be + employed, and what measures we can adopt to supply their thoughtlessness + and lack of discretion.” + </p> + <p> + Notwithstanding his indifferent cheer, the heart of Roland Graeme bounded + high at this proposal, which he doubted not would lead to another <i>tête-â-tête</i> + betwixt him and the pretty novice. But he was mistaken. Catherine, it + would seem, had no mind so far to indulge him; for, moved either by + delicacy or caprice, or some of those indescribable shades betwixt the one + and the other, with which women love to tease, and at the same time to + captivate, the ruder sex, she reminded the Abbess that it was necessary + she should retire an hour before vespers; and, receiving the ready and + approving nod of her Superior, she arose to withdraw. But before leaving + the apartment, she made obeisance to the matrons, bending herself till her + hands touched her knees, and then made a lesser reverence to Roland, which + consisted in a slight bend of the body and gentle depression of the head. + This she performed very demurely; but the party on whom the salutation was + conferred, thought he could discern in her manner an arch and mischievous + exultation over his secret disappointment.—“The devil take the saucy + girl,” he thought in his heart, though the presence of the Abbess should + have repressed all such profane imaginations,—“she is as + hard-hearted as the laughing hyaena that the story-books tell of—she + has a mind that I shall not forget her this night at least.” + </p> + <p> + The matrons now retired also, giving the page to understand that he was on + no account to stir from the convent, or to show himself at the windows, + the Abbess assigning as a reason, the readiness with which the rude + heretics caught at every occasion of scandalizing the religious orders. + </p> + <p> + “This is worse than the rigour of Mr. Henry Warden, himself,” said the + page, when he was left alone; “for, to do him justice, however strict in + requiring the most rigid attention during the time of his homilies, he + left us to the freedom of our own wills afterwards—ay, and would + take a share in our pastimes, too, if he thought them entirely innocent. + But these old women are utterly wrapt up in gloom, mystery and + self-denial.—Well, then, if I must neither stir out of the gate nor + look out at window, I will at least see what the inside of the house + contains that may help to pass away one's time—peradventure I may + light on that blue-eyed laugher in some corner or other.” + </p> + <p> + Going, therefore, out of the chamber by the entrance opposite to that + through which the two matrons had departed, (for it may be readily + supposed that he had no desire to intrude on their privacy.) he wandered + from one chamber to another, through the deserted edifice, seeking, with + boyish eagerness, some source of interest and amusement. Here he passed + through a long gallery, opening on either hand into the little cells of + the nuns, all deserted, and deprived of the few trifling articles of + furniture which the rules of the order admitted. + </p> + <p> + “The birds are flown,” thought the page; “but whether they will find + themselves worse off in the open air than in these damp narrow cages, I + leave my Lady Abbess and my venerable relative to settle betwixt them. I + think the wild young lark whom they have left behind them, would like best + to sing under God's free sky.” + </p> + <p> + A winding stair, strait and narrow, as if to remind the nuns of their + duties of fast and maceration, led down to a lower suite of apartments, + which occupied the ground story of the house. These rooms were even more + ruinous than those which he had left; for, having encountered the first + fury of the assailants by whom the nunnery had been wasted, the windows + had been dashed in, the doors broken down, and even the partitions betwixt + the apartments, in some places, destroyed. As he thus stalked from + desolation to desolation, and began to think of returning from so + uninteresting a research to the chamber which he had left, he was + surprised to hear the low of a cow very close to him. The sound was so + unexpected at the time and place, that Roland Graeme started as if it had + been the voice of a lion, and laid his hand on his dagger, while at the + same moment the light and lovely form of Catherine Seyton presented itself + at the door of the apartment from which the sound had issued. + </p> + <p> + “Good even to you, valiant champion!” said she: “since the days of Guy of + Warwick, never was one more worthy to encounter a dun cow.” + </p> + <p> + “Cow?” said Roland Graeme, “by my faith, I thought it had been the devil + that roared so near me. Who ever heard of a convent containing a + cow-house?” + </p> + <p> + “Cow and calf may come hither now,” answered Catherine, “for we have no + means to keep out either. But I advise you, kind sir, to return to the + place from whence you came.” + </p> + <p> + “Not till I see your charge, fair sister,” answered Roland, and made his + way into the apartment, in spite of the half serious half laughing + remonstrances of the girl. + </p> + <p> + The poor solitary cow, now the only severe recluse within the nunnery, was + quartered in a spacious chamber, which had once been the refectory of the + convent. The roof was graced with groined arches, and the wall with + niches, from which the images had been pulled down. These remnants of + architectural ornaments were strangely contrasted with the rude crib + constructed for the cow in one corner of the apartment, and the stack of + fodder which was piled beside it for her food. [Footnote: This, like the + cell of Saint Cuthbert, is an imaginary scene, but I took one or two ideas + of the desolation of the interior from a story told me by my father. In + his youth—it may be near eighty years since, as he was born in 1729—he + had occasion to visit an old lady who resided in a Border castle of + considerable renown. Only one very limited portion of the extensive ruins + sufficed for the accommodation of the inmates, and my father amused + himself by wandering through the part that was untenanted. In a + dining-apartment, having a roof richly adorned with arches and drops, + there was deposited a large stack of hay, to which calves were helping + themselves from opposite sides. As my father was scaling a dark ruinous + turnpike staircase, his greyhound ran up before him, and probably was the + means of saving his life, for the animal fell through a trap-door, or + aperture in the stair, thus warning the owner of the danger of the ascent. + As the dog continued howling from a great depth, my father got the old + butler, who alone knew most of the localities about the castle, to unlock + a sort of stable, in which Kill-buck was found safe and sound, the place + being filled with the same commodity which littered the stalls of Augeas, + and which had rendered the dog's fall an easy one.] + </p> + <p> + “By my faith,” said the page, “Crombie is more lordly lodged than any one + here!” + </p> + <p> + “You had best remain with her,” said Catherine, “and supply by your filial + attentions the offspring she has had the ill luck to lose.” + </p> + <p> + “I will remain, at least, to help you to prepare her night's lair, pretty + Catherine,” said Roland, seizing upon a pitch-fork. + </p> + <p> + “By no means,” said Catherine; “for, besides that you know not in the + least how to do her that service, you will bring a chiding my way, and I + get enough of that in the regular course of things.” + </p> + <p> + “What! for accepting my assistance?” said the page,—“for accepting + <i>my</i> assistance, who am to be your confederate in some deep matter of + import? That were altogether unreasonable—and, now I think on it, + tell me if you can, what is this mighty emprise to which I am destined?” + </p> + <p> + “Robbing a bird's nest, I should suppose,” said Catherine, “considering + the champion whom they have selected.” + </p> + <p> + “By my faith,” said the youth, “and he that has taken a falcon's nest in + the Scaurs of Polmoodie, has done something to brag of, my fair sister.—But + that is all over now—a murrain on the nest, and the eyases and their + food, washed or unwashed, for it was all anon of cramming these worthless + kites that I was sent upon my present travels. Save that I have met with + you, pretty sister, I could eat my dagger-hilt for vexation at my own + folly. But, as we are to be fellow-travellers—” + </p> + <p> + “Fellow-labourers! not fellow-travellers!” answered the girl; “for to your + comfort be it known, that the Lady Abbess and I set out earlier than you + and your respected relative to-morrow, and that I partly endure your + company at present, because it may be long ere we meet again.” + </p> + <p> + “By Saint Andrew, but it shall not though,” answered Roland; “I will not + hunt at all unless we are to hunt in couples.” + </p> + <p> + “I suspect, in that and in other points, we must do as we are bid,” + replied the young lady.—“But, hark! I hear my aunt's voice.” + </p> + <p> + The old lady entered in good earnest, and darted a severe glance at her + niece, while Roland had the ready wit to busy himself about the halter of + the cow. + </p> + <p> + “The young gentleman,” said Catherine, gravely, “is helping me to tie the + cow up faster to her stake, for I find that last night when she put her + head out of window and lowed, she alarmed the whole village; and—we + shall be suspected of sorcery among the heretics, if they do not discover + the cause of the apparition, or lose our cow if they do.” + </p> + <p> + “Relieve yourself of that fear,” said the Abbess, somewhat ironically; + “the person to whom she is now sold, comes for the animal presently.” + </p> + <p> + “Good night, then, my poor companion,” said Catherine, patting the + animal's shoulders; “I hope thou hast fallen into kind hands, for my + happiest hours of late have been spent in tending thee—I would I had + been born to no better task!” + </p> + <p> + “Now, out upon thee, mean-spirited wench!” said the Abbess; “is that a + speech worthy of the name of Seyton, or of the mouth of a sister of this + house, treading the path of election—and to be spoken before a + stranger youth, too?—Go to my oratory, minion—there read your + Hours till I come thither, when I will read you such a lecture as shall + make you prize the blessings which you possess.” + </p> + <p> + Catherine was about to withdraw in silence, casting a half sorrowful half + comic glance at Roland Graeme, which seemed to say—“You see to what + your untimely visit has exposed me,” when, suddenly changing her mind, she + came forward to the page, and extended her hand as she bid him good + evening. Their palms had pressed each other ere the astonished matron + could interfere, and Catherine had time to say—“Forgive me, mother; + it is long since we have seen a face that looked with kindness on us. + Since these disorders have broken up our peaceful retreat, all has been + gloom and malignity. I bid this youth kindly farewell, because he has come + hither in kindness, and because the odds are great, that we may never + again meet in this world. I guess better than he, that the schemes on + which you are rushing are too mighty for your management, and that you are + now setting the stone a-rolling, which must surely crush you in its + descent. I bid fare-well,” she added, “to my fellow-victim!” + </p> + <p> + This was spoken with a tone of deep and serious feeling, altogether + different from the usual levity of Catherine's manner, and plainly showed, + that beneath the giddiness of extreme youth and total inexperience, there + lurked in her bosom a deeper power of sense and feeling, than her conduct + had hitherto expressed. + </p> + <p> + The Abbess remained a moment silent after she had left the room. The + proposed rebuke died on her tongue, and she appeared struck with the deep + and foreboding, tone in which her niece had spoken her good-even. She led + the way in silence to the apartment which they had formerly occupied, and + where there was prepared a small refection, as the Abbess termed it, + consisting of milk and barley-bread. Magdalen Graeme, summoned to take + share in this collation, appeared from an adjoining apartment, but + Catherine was seen no more. There was little said during the hasty meal, + and after it was finished, Roland Graeme was dismissed to the nearest + cell, where some preparations had been made for his repose. + </p> + <p> + The strange circumstances in which he found himself, had their usual + effect in preventing slumber from hastily descending on him, and he could + distinctly hear, by a low but earnest murmuring in the apartment which he + had left, that the matrons continued in deep consultation to a late hour. + As they separated he heard the Abbess distinctly express herself thus: “In + a word, my sister, I venerate your character and the authority with which + my Superiors have invested you; yet it seems to me, that, ere entering on + this perilous course, we should consult some of the Fathers of the + Church.” + </p> + <p> + “And how and where are we to find a faithful Bishop or Abbot at whom to + ask counsel? The faithful Eustatius is no more—he is withdrawn from + a world of evil, and from the tyranny of heretics. May Heaven and our Lady + assoilzie him of his sins, and abridge the penance of his mortal + infirmities!—Where shall we find another, with whom to take + counsel?” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven will provide for the Church,” said the Abbess; “and the faithful + fathers who yet are suffered to remain in the house of Kennaquhair, will + proceed to elect an Abbot. They will not suffer the staff to fall down, or + the mitre to be unfilled, for the threats of heresy.” + </p> + <p> + “That will I learn to-morrow,” said Magdalen Graeme; “yet who now takes + the office of an hour, save to partake with the spoilers in their work of + plunder?—to-morrow will tell us if one of the thousand saints who + are sprung from the House of Saint Mary's continues to look down on it in + its misery.—Farewell, my sister—we meet at Edinburgh.” + </p> + <p> + “Benedicito!” answered the Abbess, and they parted. + </p> + <p> + “To Kennaquhair and to Edinburgh we bend our way.” thought Roland Graeme. + “That information have I purchased by a sleepless hour—it suits well + with my purpose. At Kennaquhair I shall see Father Ambrose;—at + Edinburgh I shall find the means of shaping my own course through this + bustling world, without burdening my affectionate relation—at + Edinburgh, too, I shall see again the witching novice, with her blue eyes + and her provoking smile.”—He fell asleep, and it was to dream of + Catherine Seyton. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Thirteenth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + What, Dagon up again!—I thought we had hurl'd him + Down on the threshold, never more to rise. + Bring wedge and axe; and, neighbours, lend your hands + And rive the idol into winter fagots! + ATHELSTANE, OR THE CONVERTED DANE. +</pre> + <p> + Roland Graeme slept long and sound, and the sun was high over the horizon, + when the voice of his companion summoned him to resume their pilgrimage; + and when, hastily arranging his dress, he went to attend her call, the + enthusiastic matron stood already at the threshold, prepared for her + journey. There was in all the deportment of this remarkable woman, a + promptitude of execution, and a sternness of perseverance, founded on the + fanaticism which she nursed so deeply, and which seemed to absorb all the + ordinary purposes and feelings of mortality. One only human affection + gleamed through her enthusiastic energies, like the broken glimpses of the + sun through the rising clouds of a storm. It was her maternal fondness for + her grandson—a fondness carried almost to the verge of dotage, in + circumstances where the Catholic religion was not concerned, but which + gave way instantly when it chanced either to thwart or come in contact + with the more settled purpose of her soul, and the more devoted duty of + her life. Her life she would willingly have laid down to save the earthly + object of her affection; but that object itself she was ready to hazard, + and would have been willing to sacrifice, could the restoration of the + Church of Rome have been purchased with his blood. Her discourse by the + way, excepting on the few occasions in which her extreme love of her + grandson found opportunity to display itself in anxiety for his health and + accommodation, turned entirely on the duty of raising up the fallen + honours of the Church, and replacing a Catholic sovereign on the throne. + There were times at which she hinted, though very obscurely and distantly, + that she herself was foredoomed by Heaven to perform a part in this + important task; and that she had more than mere human warranty for the + zeal with which she engaged in it. But on this subject she expressed + herself in such general language, that it was not easy to decide whether + she made any actual pretensions to a direct and supernatural call, like + the celebrated Elizabeth Barton, commonly called the Nun of Kent; + [Footnote: A fanatic nun, called the Holy Maid of Kent, who pretended to + the gift of prophecy and power of miracles. Having denounced the doom of + speedy death against Henry VIII. for his marriage with Anne Boleyn, the + prophetess was attainted in Parliament, and executed with her accomplices. + Her imposture was for a time so successful, that even Sir Thomas More was + disposed to be a believer.] or whether she dwelt upon the general duty + which was incumbent on all Catholics of the time, and the pressure of + which she felt in an extraordinary degree. + </p> + <p> + Yet though Magdalen Graeme gave no direct intimation of her pretensions to + be considered as something beyond the ordinary class of mortals, the + demeanour of one or two persons amongst the travellers whom they + occasionally met, as they entered the more fertile and populous part of + the valley, seemed to indicate their belief in her superior attributes. It + is true, that two clowns, who drove before them a herd of cattle—one + or two village wenches, who seemed bound for some merry-making—a + strolling soldier, in a rusted morion, and a wandering student, as his + threadbare black cloak and his satchel of books proclaimed him—passed + our travellers without observation, or with a look of contempt; and, + moreover, that two or three children, attracted by the appearance of a + dress so nearly resembling that of a pilgrim, joined in hooting and + calling “Out upon the mass-monger!” But one or two, who nourished in their + bosoms respect for the downfallen hierarchy—casting first a timorous + glance around, to see that no one observed them—hastily crossed + themselves—bent their knee to Sister Magdalen, by which name they + saluted her—kissed her hand, or even the hem of her dalmatique—received + with humility the Benedicite with which she repaid their obeisance; and + then starting up, and again looking timidly round to see that they had + been unobserved, hastily resumed their journey. Even while within sight of + persons of the prevailing faith, there were individuals bold enough, by + folding their arms and bending their head, to give distant and silent + intimation that they recognized Sister Magdalen, and honoured alike her + person and her purpose. + </p> + <p> + She failed not to notice to her grandson these marks of honour and respect + which from time to time she received. “You see,” she said, “my son, that + the enemies have been unable altogether to suppress the good spirit, or to + root out the true seed. Amid heretics and schismatics, spoilers of the + church's lands, and scoffers at saints and sacraments, there is left a + remnant.” + </p> + <p> + “It is true, my mother,” said Roland Graeme; “but methinks they are of a + quality which can help us but little. See you not all those who wear steel + at their side, and bear marks of better quality, ruffle past us as they + would past the meanest beggars? for those who give us any marks of + sympathy, are the poorest of the poor, and most outcast of the needy, who + have neither bread to share with us, nor swords to defend us, nor skill to + use them if they had. That poor wretch that last kneeled to you with such + deep devotion, and who seemed emaciated by the touch of some wasting + disease within, and the grasp of poverty without—that pale, + shivering, miserable caitiff, how can he aid the great schemes you + meditate?” + </p> + <p> + “Much, my son,” said the Matron, with more mildness than the page perhaps + expected. “When that pious son of the church returns from the shrine of + Saint Ringan, whither he now travels by my counsel, and by the aid of good + Catholics,—when he returns, healed, of his wasting malady, high in + health, and strong in limb, will not the glory of his faithfulness, and + its miraculous reward, speak louder in the ears of this besotted people of + Scotland, than the din which is weekly made in a thousand heretical + pulpits?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but, mother, I fear the Saint's hand is out. It is long since we have + heard of a miracle performed at St. Ringan's.” + </p> + <p> + The matron made a dead pause, and, with a voice tremulous with emotion, + asked, “Art thou so unhappy as to doubt the power of the blessed Saint?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, mother,” the youth hastened to reply, “I believe as the Holy Church + commands, and doubt not Saint Ringan's power of healing; but, be it said + with reverence, he hath not of late showed the inclination.” + </p> + <p> + “And has this land deserved it?” said the Catholic matron, advancing + hastily while she spoke, until she attained the summit of a rising ground, + over which the path led, and then standing again still. “Here,” she said, + “stood the Cross, the limits of the Halidome of Saint Mary's—here—on + this eminence—from which the eye of the holy pilgrim might first + catch a view of that ancient monastery, the light of the land, the abode + of Saints, and the grave of monarchs—Where is now that emblem of our + faith? It lies on the earth—a shapeless block, from which the broken + fragments have been carried off, for the meanest uses, till now no + semblance of its original form remains. Look towards the east, my son, + where the sun was wont to glitter on stately spires—from which + crosses and bells have now been hurled, as if the land had been invaded + once more by barbarous heathens.—Look at yonder battlements, of + which we can, even at this distance, descry the partial demolition; and + ask if this land can expect from the blessed saints, whose shrines and + whose images have been profaned, any other miracles but those of + vengeance? How long,” she exclaimed, looking upward, “How long shall it be + delayed?” She paused, and then resumed with enthusiastic rapidity, “Yes, + my son, all on earth is but for a period—joy and grief, triumph and + desolation, succeed each other like cloud and sunshine;—the vineyard + shall not be forever trodden down, the gaps shall be amended, and the + fruitful branches once more dressed and trimmed. Even this day—ay, + even this hour, I trust to hear news of importance. Dally not—let us + on—time is brief, and judgment is certain.” + </p> + <p> + She resumed the path which led to the Abbey—a path which, in ancient + times, was carefully marked out by posts and rails, to assist the pilgrim + in his journey—these were now torn up and destroyed. A half-hour's + walk placed them in front of the once splendid Monastery, which, although + the church was as yet entire, had not escaped the fury of the times. The + long range of cells and of apartments for the use of the brethren, which + occupied two sides of the great square, were almost entirely ruinous, the + interior having been consumed by fire, which only the massive architecture + of the outward walls had enabled them to resist. The Abbot's house, which + formed the third side of the square, was, though injured, still inhabited, + and afforded refuge to the few brethren, who yet, rather by connivance + than by actual authority,—were permitted to remain at Kennaquhair. + Their stately offices—their pleasant gardens—the magnificent + cloisters constructed for their recreation, were all dilapidated and + ruinous; and some of the building materials had apparently been put into + requisition by persons in the village and in the vicinity, who, formerly + vassals of the Monastery, had not hesitated to appropriate to themselves a + part of the spoils. Roland saw fragments of Gothic pillars richly carved, + occupying the place of door-posts to the meanest huts; and here and there + a mutilated statue, inverted or laid on its side, made the door-post, or + threshold, of a wretched cow-house. The church itself was less injured + than the other buildings of the Monastery. But the images which had been + placed in the numerous niches of its columns and buttresses, having all + fallen under the charge of idolatry, to which the superstitious devotion + of the Papists had justly exposed them, had been broken and thrown down, + without much regard to the preservation of the rich and airy canopies and + pedestals on which they were placed; nor, if the devastation had stopped + short at this point, could we have considered the preservation of these + monuments of antiquity as an object to be put in the balance with the + introduction of the reformed worship. + </p> + <p> + Our pilgrims saw the demolition of these sacred and venerable + representations of saints and angels—for as sacred and venerable + they had been taught to consider them—with very different feelings. + The antiquary may be permitted to regret the necessity of the action, but + to Magdalen Graeme it seemed a deed of impiety, deserving the instant + vengeance of heaven,—a sentiment in which her relative joined for + the moment as cordially as herself. Neither, however, gave vent to their + feelings in words, and uplifted hands and eyes formed their only mode of + expressing them. The page was about to approach the great eastern gate of + the church, but was prevented by his guide. “That gate,” she said, “has + long been blockaded, that the heretical rabble may not know there still + exist among the brethren of Saint Mary's men who dare worship where their + predecessors prayed while alive, and were interred when dead—follow + me this way, my son.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme followed accordingly; and Magdalen, casting a hasty glance + to see whether they were observed, (for she had learned caution from the + danger of the times,) commanded her grandson to knock at a little wicket + which she pointed out to him. “But knock gently,” she added, with a motion + expressive of caution. After a little space, during which no answer was + returned, she signed to Roland to repeat his summons for admission; and + the door at length partially opening, discovered a glimpse of the thin and + timid porter, by whom the duty was performed, skulking from the + observation of those who stood without; but endeavouring at the same time + to gain a sight of them without being himself seen. How different from the + proud consciousness of dignity with which the porter of ancient days + offered his important brow, and his goodly person, to the pilgrims who + repaired to Kennaquhair! His solemn “<i>Intrate, mei filii,</i>” was + exchanged for a tremulous “You cannot enter now—the brethren are in + their chambers.” But, when Magdalen Graeme asked, in an under tone of + voice, “Hast thou forgotten me, my brother?” he changed his apologetic + refusal to “Enter, my honoured sister, enter speedily, for evil eyes are + upon us.” + </p> + <p> + They entered accordingly, and having waited until the porter had, with + jealous haste, barred and bolted the wicket, were conducted by him through + several dark and winding passages. As they walked slowly on, he spoke to + the matron in a subdued voice, as if he feared to trust the very walls + with the avowal which he communicated. + </p> + <p> + “Our Fathers are assembled in the Chapter-house, worthy sister—yes, + in the Chapter-house—for the election of an Abbott.—Ah, + Benedicite! there must be no ringing of bells—no high mass—no + opening of the great gates now, that the people might see and venerate + their spiritual Father! Our Fathers must hide themselves rather like + robbers who choose a leader, than godly priests who elect a mitred Abbot.” + </p> + <p> + “Regard not that, my brother,” answered Magdalen Graeme; “the first + successors of Saint Peter himself were elected, not in sunshine, but in + tempests—not in the halls of the Vatican, but in the subterranean + vaults and dungeons of heathen Rome—they were not gratulated with + shouts and salvos of cannon-shot and of musketry, and the display of + artificial fire—no, my brother—but by the hoarse summons of + Lictors and Praetors, who came to drag the Fathers of the Church to + martyrdom. From such adversity was the Church once raised, and by such + will it now be purified.—And mark me, brother! not in the proudest + days of the mitred Abbey, was a Superior ever chosen, whom his office + shall so much honour, as <i>he</i> shall be honoured, who now takes it + upon him in these days of tribulation. On whom, my brother, will the + choice fall?” + </p> + <p> + “On whom can it fall—or, alas! who would dare to reply to the call, + save the worthy pupil of the Sainted Eustatius—the good and valiant + Father Ambrose?” + </p> + <p> + “I know it,” said Magdalen; “my heart told me long ere your lips had + uttered his name. Stand forth, courageous champion, and man the fatal + breach!—Rise, bold and experienced pilot, and seize the helm while + the tempest rages!—Turn back the battle, brave raiser of the fallen + standard!—Wield crook and slang, noble shepherd of a scattered + flock!” + </p> + <p> + “I pray you, hush, my sister!” said the porter, opening a door which led + into the great church, “the brethren will be presently here to celebrate + their election with a solemn mass—I must marshal them the way to the + high altar—all the offices of this venerable house have now devolved + on one poor decrepit old man.” + </p> + <p> + He left the church, and Magdalen and Roland remained alone in that great + vaulted space, whose style of rich, yet chaste architecture, referred its + origin to the early part of the fourteenth century, the best period of + Gothic building. But the niches were stripped of their images in the + inside as well as the outside of the church; and in the pell-mell havoc, + the tombs of warriors and of princes had been included in the demolition + of the idolatrous shrines. Lances and swords of antique size, which had + hung over the tombs of mighty warriors of former days, lay now strewed + among relics, with which the devotion of pilgrims had graced those of + their peculiar saints; and the fragments of the knights and dames, which + had once lain recumbent, or kneeled in an attitude of devotion, where + their mortal relics were reposed, were mingled with those of the saints + and angels of the Gothic chisel, which the hand of violence had sent + headlong from their stations. + </p> + <p> + The most fatal symptom of the whole appeared to be, that, though this + violence had now been committed for many months, the Fathers had lost so + totally all heart and resolution, that they had not adventured even upon + clearing away the rubbish, or restoring the church to some decent degree + of order. This might have been done without much labour. But terror had + overpowered the scanty remains of a body once so powerful, and, sensible + they were only suffered to remain in this ancient seat by connivance and + from compassion, they did not venture upon taking any step which might be + construed into an assertion of their ancient rights, contenting themselves + with the secret and obscure exercise of their religious ceremonial, in as + unostentatious a manner as was possible. + </p> + <p> + Two or three of the more aged brethren had sunk under the pressure of the + times, and the ruins had been partly cleared away to permit their + interment. One stone had been laid over Father Nicholas, which recorded of + him in special, that he had taken the vows during the incumbency of Abbot + Ingelram, the period to which his memory so frequently recurred. Another + flag-stone, yet more recently deposited, covered the body of Philip the + Sacristan, eminent for his aquatic excursion with the phantom of Avenel, + and a third, the most recent of all, bore the outline of a mitre, and the + words <i>Hic jacet Eustatius Abbas</i>; for no one dared to add a word of + commendation in favour of his learning, and strenuous zeal for the Roman + Catholic faith. + </p> + <p> + Magdalen Graeme looked at and perused the brief records of these monuments + successively, and paused over that of Father Eustace. “In a good hour for + thyself,” she said, “but oh! in an evil hour for the Church, wert thou + called from us. Let thy spirit be with us, holy man—encourage thy + successor to tread in thy footsteps—give him thy bold and inventive + capacity, thy zeal and thy discretion—even <i>thy</i> piety exceeds + not his.” As she spoke, a side door, which closed a passage from the + Abbot's house into the church, was thrown open, that the Fathers might + enter the choir, and conduct to the high altar the Superior whom they had + elected. + </p> + <p> + In former times, this was one of the most splendid of the many pageants + which the hierarchy of Rome had devised to attract the veneration of the + faithful. The period during which the Abbacy remained vacant, was a state + of mourning, or, as their emblematical phrase expressed it, of widowhood; + a melancholy term, which was changed into rejoicing and triumph when a new + Superior was chosen. When the folding doors were on such solemn occasions + thrown open, and the new Abbot appeared on the threshold in full-blown + dignity, with ring and mitre, and dalmatique and crosier, his hoary + standard-bearers and his juvenile dispensers of incense preceding him, and + the venerable train of monks behind him, with all besides which could + announce the supreme authority to which he was now raised, his appearance + was a signal for the magnificent <i>jubilate</i> to rise from the organ + and music-loft, and to be joined by the corresponding bursts of Alleluiah + from the whole assembled congregation. Now all was changed. In the midst + of rubbish and desolation, seven or eight old men, bent and shaken as much + by grief and fear as by age, shrouded hastily in the proscribed dress of + their order, wandered like a procession of spectres, from the door which + had been thrown open, up through the encumbered passage, to the high + altar, there to instal their elected Superior a chief of ruins. It was + like a band of bewildered travellers choosing a chief in the wilderness of + Arabia; or a shipwrecked crew electing a captain upon the barren island on + which fate has thrown them. + </p> + <p> + They who, in peaceful times, are most ambitious of authority among others, + shrink from the competition at such eventful periods, when neither ease + nor parade attend the possession of it, and when it gives only a painful + pre-eminence both in danger and in labour, and exposes the ill-fated + chieftain to the murmurs of his discontented associates, as well as to the + first assault of the common enemy. But he on whom the office of the Abbot + of Saint Mary's was now conferred, had a mind fitted for the situation to + which he was called. Bold and enthusiastic, yet generous and forgiving—wise + and skilful, yet zealous and prompt—he wanted but a better cause + than the support of a decaying superstition, to have raised him to the + rank of a truly great man. But as the end crowns the work, it also forms + the rule by which it must be ultimately judged; and those who, with + sincerity and generosity, fight and fall in an evil cause, posterity can + only compassionate as victims of a generous but fatal error. Amongst + these, we must rank Ambrosius, the last Abbot of Kennaqubair, whose + designs must be condemned, as their success would have riveted on Scotland + the chains of antiquated superstition and spiritual tyranny; but whose + talents commanded respect, and whose virtues, even from the enemies of his + faith, extorted esteem. + </p> + <p> + The bearing of the new Abbot served of itself to dignify a ceremonial + which was deprived of all other attributes of grandeur. Conscious of the + peril in which they stood, and recalling, doubtless, the better days they + had seen, there hung over his brethren an appearance of mingled terror, + and grief, and shame, which induced them to hurry over the office in which + they were engaged, as something at once degrading and dangerous. + </p> + <p> + But not so Father Ambrose. His features, indeed, expressed a deep + melancholy, as he walked up the centre aisle, amid the ruin of things + which he considered as holy, but his brow was undejected, and his step + firm and solemn. He seemed to think that the dominion which he was about + to receive, depended in no sort upon the external circumstances under + which it was conferred; and if a mind so firm was accessible to sorrow or + fear, it was not on his own account, but on that of the Church to which he + had devoted himself. + </p> + <p> + At length he stood on the broken steps of the high altar, barefooted, as + was the rule, and holding in his hand his pastoral staff, for the gemmed + ring and jewelled mitre had become secular spoils. No obedient vassals + came, man after man, to make their homage, and to offer the tribute which + should provide their spiritual Superior with palfrey and trappings. No + Bishop assisted at the solemnity, to receive into the higher ranks of the + Church nobility a dignitary, whose voice in the legislature was as + potential as his own. With hasty and maimed rites, the few remaining + brethren stepped forward alternately to give their new Abbot the kiss of + peace, in token of fraternal affection and spiritual homage. Mass was then + hastily performed, but in such precipitation as if it had been hurried + over rather to satisfy the scruples of a few youths, who were impatient to + set out on a hunting party, than as if it made the most solemn part of a + solemn ordination. The officiating priest faltered as he spoke the + service, and often looked around, as if he expected to be interrupted in + the midst of his office; and the brethren listened to that which, short as + it was, they wished yet more abridged.[Footnote: In Catholic countries, in + order to reconcile the pleasures of the great with the observances of + religion, it was common, when a party was bent for the chase, to celebrate + mass, abridged and maimed of its rites, called a hunting-mass, the brevity + of which was designed to correspond with the impatience of the audience.] + </p> + <p> + These symptoms of alarm increased as the ceremony proceeded, and, as it + seemed, were not caused by mere apprehension alone; for, amid the pauses + of the hymn, there were heard without sounds of a very different sort, + beginning faintly and at a distance, but at length approaching close to + the exterior of the church, and stunning with dissonant clamour those + engaged in the service. The winding of horns, blown with no regard to + harmony or concert; the jangling of bells, the thumping of drums, the + squeaking of bagpipes, and the clash of cymbals—the shouts of a + multitude, now as in laughter, now as in anger—the shrill tones of + female voices, and of those of children, mingling with the deeper clamour + of men, formed a Babel of sounds, which first drowned, and then awed into + utter silence, the official hymns of the Convent. The cause and result of + this extraordinary interruption will be explained in the next chapter. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Fourteenth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Not the wild billow, when it breaks its barrier— + Not the wild wind, escaping from its cavern— + Not the wild fiend, that mingles both together, + And pours their rage upon the ripening harvest, + Can match the wild freaks of this mirthful meeting— + Comic, yet fearful—droll, and yet destructive. + THE CONSPIRACY. +</pre> + <p> + The monks ceased their song, which, like that of the choristers in the + legend of the Witch of Berkley, died away in a quaver of consternation; + and, like a flock of chickens disturbed by the presence of the kite, they + at first made a movement to disperse and fly in different directions, and + then, with despair, rather than hope, huddled themselves around their new + Abbot; who, retaining the lofty and undismayed look which had dignified + him through the whole ceremony, stood on the higher step of the altar, as + if desirous to be the most conspicuous mark on which danger might + discharge itself, and to save his companions by his self-devotion, since + he could afford them no other protection. + </p> + <p> + Involuntarily, as it were, Magdalen Graeme and the page stepped from the + station which hitherto they had occupied unnoticed, and approached to the + altar, as desirous of sharing the fate which approached the monks, + whatever that might be. Both bowed reverently low to the Abbot; and while + Magdalen seemed about to speak, the youth, looking towards the main + entrance, at which the noise now roared most loudly, and which was at the + same time assailed with much knocking, laid his hand upon his dagger. + </p> + <p> + The Abbot motioned to both to forbear: “Peace, my sister,” he said, in a + low tone, but which, being in a different key from the tumultuary sounds + without, could be distinctly heard, even amidst the tumult;—“Peace,” + he said, “my sister; let the new Superior of Saint Mary's himself receive + and reply to the grateful acclamations of the vassals, who come to + celebrate his installation.—And thou, my son, forbear, I charge + thee, to touch thy earthly weapon;—if it is the pleasure of our + protectress, that her shrine be this day desecrated by deeds of violence, + and polluted by blood-shedding, let it not, I charge thee, happen through + the deed of a Catholic son of the church.” + </p> + <p> + The noise and knocking at the outer gate became now every moment louder; + and voices were heard impatiently demanding admittance. The Abbot, with + dignity, and with a step which even the emergency of danger rendered + neither faltering nor precipitate, moved towards the portal, and demanded + to know, in a tone of authority, who it was that disturbed their worship, + and what they desired? + </p> + <p> + There was a moment's silence, and then a loud laugh from without. At + length a voice replied, “We desire entrance into the church; and when the + door is opened you will soon see who we are.” + </p> + <p> + “By whose authority do you require entrance?” said the Father. + </p> + <p> + “By authority of the right reverend Lord Abbot of Unreason.” + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: We learn from no less authority than that of Napoleon + Bonaparte, that there is but a single step between the sublime and + ridiculous; and it is a transition from one extreme to another; so very + easy, that the vulgar of every degree are peculiarly captivated with it. + Thus the inclination to laugh becomes uncontrollable, when the solemnity + and gravity of time, place, and circumstances, render it peculiarly + improper. Some species of general license, like that which inspired the + ancient Saturnalia, or the modern Carnival, has been commonly indulged to + the people at all times and in almost all countries. But it was, I think, + peculiar to the Roman Catholic Church, that while they studied how to + render their church rites imposing and magnificent, by all that pomp, + music, architecture, and external display could add to them, they + nevertheless connived, upon special occasions, at the frolics of the rude + vulgar, who, in almost all Catholic countries, enjoyed, or at least + assumed, the privilege of making: some Lord of the revels, who, under the + name of the Abbot of Unreason, the Boy Bishop, or the President of Fools, + occupied the churches, profaned the holy places by a mock imitation of the + sacred rites, and sung indecent parodies on hymns of the church. The + indifference of the clergy, even when their power was greatest, to the + indecent exhibitions which they always tolerated, and sometimes + encouraged, forms a strong contrast to the sensitiveness with which they + regarded any serious attempt, by preaching or writing, to impeach any of + the doctrines of the church. It could only be compared to the singular + apathy with which they endured, and often admired the gross novels which + Chaucer, Dunbar, Boccacio, Bandello, and others, composed upon the bad + morals of the clergy. It seems as if the churchmen in both instances had + endeavoured to compromise with the laity, and allowed them occasionally to + gratify their coarse humour by indecent satire, provided they would + abstain from any grave question concerning the foundation of the doctrines + on which was erected such an immense fabric of ecclesiastical power. + </p> + <p> + But the sports thus licensed assumed a very different appearance, so soon + as the Protestant doctrines began to prevail; and the license which their + forefathers had exercised in mere gaiety of heart, and without the least + intention of dishonouring religion by their frolics, were now persevered + in by the common people as a mode of testifying their utter disregard for + the Roman priesthood and its ceremonies. + </p> + <p> + I may observe, for example, the case of an apparitor sent to Borthwick + from the Primate of Saint Andrews, to cite the lord of that castle, who + was opposed by an Abbot of Unreason, at whose command the officer of the + spiritual court was appointed to be ducked in a mill-dam, and obliged to + eat up his parchment citation. + </p> + <p> + The reader may be amused with the following whimsical details of this + incident, which took place in the castle of Borthwick, in the year 1517. + It appears, that in consequence of a process betwixt Master George Hay de + Minzeane and the Lord Borthwick, letters of excommunication had passed + against the latter, on account of the contumacy of certain witnesses. + William Langlands, an apparitor or macer (<i>bacularius</i>) of the See of + St Andrews, presented these letters to the curate of the church of + Borthwick, requiring him to publish the same at the service of high mass. + It seems that the inhabitants of the castle were at this time engaged in + the favourite sport of enacting the Abbot of Unreason, a species of high + jinks, in which a mimic prelate was elected, who, like the Lord of Misrule + in England, turned all sort of lawful authority, and particularly the + church ritual, into ridicule. This frolicsome person with his retinue, + notwithstanding of the apparitor's character, entered the church, seized + upon the primate's officer without hesitation, and, dragging him to the + mill-dam on the south side of the castle, compelled him to leap into the + water. Not contented with this partial immersion, the Abbot of Unreason + pronounced, that Mr. William Langlands was not yet sufficiently bathed, + and therefore caused his assistants to lay him on his back in the stream, + and duck him in the most satisfactory and perfect manner. The unfortunate + apparitor was then conducted back to the church, where, for his + refreshment after his bath, the letters of excommunication were torn to + pieces, and steeped in a bowl of wine; the mock abbot being probably of + opinion that a tough parchment was but dry eating, Langlands was compelled + to eat the letters, and swallow the wine, and dismissed by the Abbot of + Unreason, with the comfortable assurance, that if any more such letters + should arrive during the continuance of his office, “they should a' gang + the same gate,” <i>i. e.</i> go the same road. + </p> + <p> + A similar scene occurs betwixt a sumner of the Bishop of Rochester, and + Harpool, the servant of Lord Cobham, in the old play of Sir John + Oldcastle, when the former compels the church-officer to eat his citation. + The dialogue, which may be found in the note, contains most of the jests + which may be supposed, appropriate to such an extraordinary occasion: + </p> + <p> + <i>Harpool</i> Marry, sir, is, this process parchment? + </p> + <p> + <i>Sumner.</i> Yes, marry is it. + </p> + <p> + <i>Harpool.</i> And this seal wax? + </p> + <p> + <i>Sumner.</i> It is so. + </p> + <p> + <i>Harpool.</i> If this be parchment, and this be wax, eat you this + parchment and wax, or I will make parchment of your skin, and beat your + brains into wax. Sirrah Sumner, despatch—devour, sirrah, devour. + </p> + <p> + <i>Sumner.</i> I am my Lord of Rochester's sumner; I came to do my office, + and thou shall answer it. + </p> + <p> + <i>Harpool.</i> Sirrah, no railing, but, betake thyself to thy teeth. Thou + shalt, eat no worse than thou bringest with thee. Thou bringest it for my + lord; and wilt thou bring my lord worse than thou wilt eat thyself? + </p> + <p> + <i>Sumner.</i> Sir. I brought it not my lord to eat. + </p> + <p> + <i>Harpool.</i> O, do you Sir me now? All's one for that; I'll make you + eat it for bringing it. + </p> + <p> + <i>Sumner.</i> I cannot eat it. + </p> + <p> + <i>Harpool.</i> Can you not? 'Sblood, I'll beat you till you have a + stomach! (<i>Beats him.</i>) + </p> + <p> + <i>Sumner.</i> Oh, hold, hold, good Mr. Servingman; I will eat it. + </p> + <p> + <i>Harpool.</i> Be champing, be chewing, sir, or I will chew you, you + rogue. Tough wax is the purest of the honey. + </p> + <p> + <i>Sumner.</i> The purest of the honey?—O Lord, sir, oh! oh! + </p> + <p> + <i>Harpool.</i> Feed, feed; 'tis wholesome, rogue, wholesome. Cannot you, + like an honest sumner, walk with the devil your brother, to fetch in your + bailiff's rents, but you must come to a nobleman's house with process! If + the seal were broad as the lead which covers Rochester Church, thou + shouldst eat it. + </p> + <p> + <i>Sumner.</i> Oh, I am almost choked—I am almost choked! + </p> + <p> + <i>Harpool.</i> Who's within there? Will you shame my lord? Is there no + beer in the house? Butler, I say. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + <i>Enter</i> BUTLER. +</pre> + <p> + <i>Butler.</i> Here, here. + </p> + <p> + <i>Harpool.</i> Give him beer. Tough old sheep skin's but dry meat. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + <i>First Part of Sir John Oldcastle</i>, Act II. Scene I.] +</pre> + <p> + replied the voice from without; and, from the laugh—which followed, + it seemed as if there was something highly ludicrous couched under this + reply. + </p> + <p> + “I know not, and seek not to know, your meaning,” replied the Abbot, + “since it is probably a rude one. But begone, in the name of God, and + leave his servants in peace. I speak this, as having lawful authority to + command here.” + </p> + <p> + “Open the door,” said another rude voice, “and we will try titles with + you, Sir Monk, and show you a superior we must all obey.” + </p> + <p> + “Break open the doors if he dallies any longer,” said a third, “and down + with the carrion monks who would bar us of our privilege!” A general shout + followed. “Ay, ay, our privilege! our privilege! down with the doors, and + with the lurdane monks, if they make opposition!” + </p> + <p> + The knocking was now exchanged for blows with great, hammers, to which the + doors, strong as they were, must soon have given way. But the Abbot, who + saw resistance would be in vain, and who did not wish to incense the + assailants by an attempt at offering it, besought silence earnestly, and + with difficulty obtained a hearing. “My children,” said he, “I will save + you from committing a great sin. The porter will presently undo the gate—he + is gone to fetch the keys—meantime I pray you to consider with + yourselves, if you are in a state of mind to cross the holy threshold.” + </p> + <p> + “Tillyvally for your papistry!” was answered from without; “we are in the + mood of the monks when they are merriest, and that is when they sup + beef-brewis for lanten-kail. So, if your porter hath not the gout, let him + come speedily, or we heave away readily.—Said I well, comrades?” + </p> + <p> + “Bravely said, and it shall be as bravely done,” said the multitude; and + had not the keys arrived at that moment, and the porter in hasty terror + performed his office, throwing open the great door, the populace would + have saved him the trouble. The instant he had done so, the affrighted + janitor fled, like one who has drawn the bolts of a flood-gate, and + expects to be overwhelmed by the rushing inundation. The monks, with one + consent, had withdrawn themselves behind the Abbot, who alone kept his + station, about three yards from the entrance, showing no signs of fear or + perturbation. His brethren—partly encouraged by his devotion, partly + ashamed to desert him, and partly animated by a sense of duty.—remained + huddled close together, at the back of their Superior. There was a loud + laugh and huzza when the doors were opened; but, contrary to what might + have been expected, no crowd of enraged assailants rushed into the church. + On the contrary, there was a cry of “A halt!-a halt—to order, my + masters! and let the two reverend fathers greet each other, as beseems + them.” + </p> + <p> + The appearance of the crowd who were thus called to order, was grotesque + in the extreme. It was composed of men, women, and children, ludicrously + disguised in various habits, and presenting groups equally diversified and + grotesque. Here one fellow with a horse's head painted before him, and a + tail behind, and the whole covered with a long foot-cloth, which was + supposed to hide the body of the animal, ambled, caracoled, pranced, and + plunged, as he performed the celebrated part of the hobby-horse, + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: This exhibition, the play-mare of Scotland, stood high among + holyday gambols. It must be carefully separated from the wooden chargers + which furnish out our nurseries. It gives rise to Hamlet's ejaculation,— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + But oh, but oh, the hobby-horse is forgot! +</pre> + <p> + There is a very comic scene in Beaumont and Fletcher's play of “Woman + Pleased,” where Hope-on-high Bombye, a puritan cobbler, refuses to dance + with the hobby-horse. There was much difficulty and great variety in the + motions which the hobby-horse was expected to exhibit. + </p> + <p> + The learned Mr. Douce, who has contributed so much to the illustration of + our theatrical antiquities, has given us a full account of this pageant, + and the burlesque horsemanship which it practised. + </p> + <p> + “The hobby-horse,” says Mr. Douce, “was represented by a man equipped with + as much pasteboard as was sufficient to form the head and hinder parts of + a horse, the quadrupedal defects being concealed by a long mantle or + footcloth that nearly touched the ground. The former, on this occasion, + exerted all his skill in burlesque horsemanship. In Sympson's play of the + Law-breakers, 1636, a miller personates the hobby-horse, and being angry + that the Mayor of the city is put in competition with him, exclaims, 'Let + the mayor play the hobby-horse among his brethren, an he will; I hope our + town-lads cannot want a hobby-horse. Have I practised my reins, my + careers, my prankers, my ambles, my false trots, my smooth ambles, and + Canterbury paces, and shall master mayor put me beside the hobby-horse? + Have I borrowed the fore-horse bells, his plumes, his braveries; nay, had + his mane new shorn and frizzled, and shall the mayor put me beside the + hobby-horse?” —<i>Douce's Illustrations</i>, vol. II. p. 468] + </p> + <p> + so often alluded to in our ancient drama; and which still flourishes on + the stage in the battle that concludes Bayes's tragedy. To rival the + address and agility displayed by this character, another personage + advanced in the more formidable character of a huge dragon, with gilded + wings, open jaws, and a scarlet tongue, cloven at the end, which made + various efforts to overtake and devour a lad, dressed as the lovely + Sabaea, daughter of the King of Egypt, who fled before him; while a + martial Saint George, grotesquely armed with a goblet for a helmet, and a + spit for a lance, ever and anon interfered, and compelled the monster to + relinquish his prey. A bear, a wolf, and one or two other wild animals, + played their parts with the discretion of Snug the joiner; for the decided + preference which they gave to the use of their hind legs, was sufficient, + without any formal annunciation, to assure the most timorous spectators + that they had to do with habitual bipeds. There was a group of outlaws + with Robin Hood and Little John at their head + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: The representation of Robin Hood was the darling Maygame both + in England and Scotland, and doubtless the favourite personification was + often revived, when the Abbot of Unreason, or other pretences of frolic, + gave an unusual decree of license. + </p> + <p> + The Protestant clergy, who had formerly reaped advantage from the + opportunities which these sports afforded them of directing their own + satire and the ridicule of the lower orders against the Catholic church, + began to find that, when these purposes were served, their favourite + pastimes deprived them of the wish to attend divine worship, and disturbed + the frame of mind in which it can be attended to advantage. The celebrated + Bishop Latimer gives a very <i>naive</i> account of the manner in which, + bishop as he was, he found himself compelled to give place to Robin Hood + and his followers. + </p> + <p> + “I came once myselfe riding on a journey homeward from London, and I sent + word over night into the towne that I would preach there in the morning, + because it was holiday, and me thought it was a holidayes worke. The + church stood in my way, and I took my horse and my company, and went + thither, (I thought I should have found a great company in the church,) + and when I came there the church doore was fast locked. I tarryed there + halfe an houre and more. At last the key was found, and one of the parish + comes to me and said,—'Sir, this is a busie day with us, we cannot + hear you; it is Robin Hood's day. The parish are gone abroad to gather for + Robin Hood. I pray you let them not.' I was faine there to give place to + Robin Hood. I thought my rochet should have been regarded, though I were + not: but it would not serve, it was faine to give place to Robin Hood's + men. It is no laughing matter, my friends, it is a weeping matter, a + heavie matter, a heavie matter. Under the pretence for gathering for Robin + Hood, a traytour, and a theif, to put out a preacher; to have his office + lesse esteemed; to preferre Robin Hood before the ministration of God's + word; and all this hath come of unpreaching prelates. This realme hath + been ill provided for, that it hath had such corrupt judgments in it, to + prefer Robin Hood to God's word.”—<i>Bishop Latimer's sixth Sermon + before King Edward</i>. + </p> + <p> + While the English Protestants thus preferred the outlaw's pageant to the + preaching of their excellent Bishop, the Scottish calvinistic clergy, with + the celebrated John Knox at their head, and backed by the authority of the + magistrates of Edinburgh, who had of late been chosen exclusively from + this party, found it impossible to control the rage of the populace, when + they attempted to deprive them of the privilege of presenting their + pageant of Robin Hood. + </p> + <p> + [Note on old Scottish spelling: leading y = modern 'th'; leading v = + modern 'u'] + </p> + <p> + (561) “Vpon the xxi day of Junij. Archibalde Dowglas of Kilspindie, + Provest of Edr., David Symmer and Adame Fullartoun, baillies of the + samyne, causit ane cordinare servant, callit James Gillion takin of + befoir, for playing in Edr. with Robene Hude, to wnderly the law, and put + him to the knawlege of ane assyize qlk yaij haid electit of yair + favoraris, quha with schort deliberatioun condemnit him to be hangit for + ye said cryme. And the deaconis of ye craftismen fearing vproare, maid + great solistatuis at ye handis of ye said provost and baillies, and als + requirit John Knox, minister, for eschewing of tumult, to superceid ye + execution of him, vnto ye tyme yai suld adverteis my Lord Duke yairof. And + yan, if it wes his mynd and will yat he should be disponit vpoun, ye said + deaconis and craftismen sould convey him yaire; quha answerit, yat yai + culd na way stope ye executioun of justice. Quhan ye time of ye said pouer + mans hanging approchit, and yat ye hangman wes cum to ye jibbat with ye + ledder, vpoune ye qlk ye said cordinare should have bene hangit, ane + certaine and remanent craftischilder, quha wes put to ye horne with ye + said Gillione, ffor ye said Robene Huide's <i>playes</i>, and vyris yair + assistaris and favoraris, past to wappinis, and yai brak down ye said + jibbat, and yan chacit ye said provest, baillies, and Alexr. Guthrie, in + ye said Alexander's writing buith, and held yame yairin; and yairefter + past to ye tolbuyt, and becaus the samyne was steiket, and onnawayes culd + get the keyes thairof, thai brak the said tolbuith dore with foure + harberis, per force, (the said provest and baillies luckand thairon.) and + not onlie put thar the said Gillione to fredome and libertie, and brocht + him furth of the said tolbuit, bot alsua the remanent presonaris being + thairintill; and this done, the said craftismen's servands, with the said + condempnit cordonar, past doun to the Netherbow, to have past furth + thairat; bot becaus the samyne on thair coming thairto wes closet, thai + past vp agane the Hie streit of the said bourghe to the Castellhill, and + in this menetymne the saidis provest and baillies, and thair assistaris + being in the writing buith of the said Alexr. Guthrie, past and enterit in + the said tolbuyt, and in the said servandes passage vp the Hie streit, + then schote furth thairof at thame ane dog, and hurt ane servand of the + said childer. This being done, thair wes nathing vthir but the one partie + schuteand out and castand stanes furth of the said tolbuyt, and the vther + pairtie schuteand hagbuttis in the same agane. Aund sua the craftismen's + servandis, aboue written, held and inclosit the said provest and baillies + continewallie in the said tolbuyth, frae three houris efternone, quhill + aught houris at even, and na man of the said town prensit to relieve their + said provest and baillies. And than thai send to the maisters of the + Castell, to caus tham if thai mycht stay the said servandis, quha maid ane + maner to do the same, bot thai could not bring the same to ane finall end, + ffor the said servands wold on noways stay fra, quhill thai had revengit + the hurting of ane of them; and thairefter the constable of the castell + come down thairfra, and he with the said maisters treatet betwix the said + pties in this maner:—That the said provost and baillies sall remit + to the said craftischilder, all actioun, cryme, and offens that thai had + committit aganes thame in any tyme bygane; and band and oblast thame never + to pursew them thairfor; and als commandit thair maisters to resaue them + agane in thair services, as thai did befoir. And this being proclainit at + the mercat cross, thai scalit, and the said provest and bailies come furth + of the same tolbouyth.” &c. &c. &c. + </p> + <p> + John Knox, who writes at large upon this tumult, informs us it was + inflamed by the deacons of craftes, who, resenting; the superiority + assumed over them by the magistrates, would yield no assistance to put + down the tumult. “They will be magistrates alone,” said the recusant + deacons, “e'en let them rule the populace alone;” and accordingly they + passed quietly to take <i>their four-hours penny</i>, and left the + magistrates to help themselves as they could. Many persons were + excommunicated for this outrage, and not admitted to church ordinances + till they had made satisfaction.] —the best representation exhibited + at the time; and no great wonder, since most of the actors were, by + profession, the banished men and thieves whom they presented. Other + masqueraders there were, of a less marked description. Men were disguised + as women, and women as men—children wore the dress of aged people, + and tottered with crutch-sticks in their hands, furred gowns on their + little backs, and caps on their round heads—while grandsires assumed + the infantine tone as well as the dress of children. Besides these, many + had their faces painted, and wore their shirts over the rest of their + dress; while coloured pasteboard and ribbons furnished out decorations for + others. Those who wanted all these properties, blacked their faces, and + turned their jackets inside out; and thus the transmutation of the whole + assembly into a set of mad grotesque mummers, was at once completed. + </p> + <p> + The pause which the masqueraders made, waiting apparently for some person + of the highest authority amongst them, gave those within the Abbey Church + full time to observe all these absurdities. They were at no loss to + comprehend their purpose and meaning. + </p> + <p> + Few readers can be ignorant, that at an early period, and during the + plenitude of her power, the Church of Rome not only connived at, but even + encouraged, such Saturnalian licenses as the inhabitants of Kennaquhair + and the neighbourhood had now in hand, and that the vulgar, on such + occasions, were not only permitted but encouraged by a number of gambols, + sometimes puerile and ludicrous, sometimes immoral and profane, to + indemnify themselves for the privations and penances imposed on them at + other seasons. But, of all other topics for burlesque and ridicule, the + rites and ceremonial of the church itself were most frequently resorted + to; and, strange to say, with the approbation of the clergy themselves. + </p> + <p> + While the hierarchy flourished in full glory, they do not appear to have + dreaded the consequences of suffering the people to become so irreverently + familiar with things sacred; they then imagined the laity to be much in + the condition of the labourer's horse, which does not submit to the bridle + and the whip with greater reluctance, because, at rare intervals, he is + allowed to frolic at large in his pasture, and fling out his heels in + clumsy gambols at the master who usually drives him. But, when times + changed—when doubt of the Roman Catholic doctrine, and hatred of + their priesthood, had possessed the reformed party, the clergy discovered, + too late, that no small inconvenience arose from the established practice + of games and merry-makings, in which they themselves, and all they held + most sacred, were made the subject of ridicule. It then became obvious to + duller politicians than the Romish churchmen, that the same actions have a + very different tendency when done in the spirit of sarcastic insolence and + hatred, than when acted merely in exuberance of rude and uncontrollable + spirits. They, therefore, though of the latest, endeavoured, where they + had any remaining influence, to discourage the renewal of these indecorous + festivities. In this particular, the Catholic clergy were joined by most + of the reformed preachers, who were more shocked at the profanity and + immorality of many of these exhibitions, than disposed to profit by the + ridiculous light in which they placed the Church of Rome and her + observances. But it was long ere these scandalous and immoral sports could + be abrogated;—the rude multitude continued attached to their + favourite pastimes, and, both in England and Scotland, the mitre of the + Catholic—the rochet of the reformed bishop—and the cloak and + band of the Calvinistic divine—were, in turn, compelled to give + place to those jocular personages, the Pope of Fools, the Boy-Bishop, and + the Abbot of Unreason. [Footnote: From the interesting novel entitled + Anastasius, it seems the same burlesque ceremonies were practised in the + Greek Church. ] + </p> + <p> + It was the latter personage who now, in full costume, made his approach to + the great door of the church of St. Mary's, accoutred in such a manner as + to form a caricature, or practical parody, on the costume and attendants + of the real Superior, whom he came to beard on the very day of his + installation, in the presence of his clergy, and in the chancel of his + church. The mock dignitary was a stout-made under-sized fellow, whose + thick squab form had been rendered grotesque by a supplemental paunch, + well stuffed. He wore a mitre of leather, with the front like a + grenadier's cap, adorned with mock embroidery, and trinkets of tin. This + surmounted a visage, the nose of which was the most prominent feature, + being of unusual size, and at least as richly gemmed as his head-gear. His + robe was of buckram, and his cope of canvass, curiously painted, and cut + into open work. On one shoulder was fixed the painted figure of an owl; + and he bore in the right hand his pastoral staff, and in the left a small + mirror having a handle to it, thus resembling a celebrated jester, whose + adventures, translated into English, were whilom extremely popular, and + which may still be procured in black letter, for about one sterling pound + per leaf. + </p> + <p> + The attendants of this mock dignitary had their proper dresses and + equipage, bearing the same burlesque resemblance to the officers of the + Convent which their leader did to the Superior. They followed their leader + in regular procession, and the motley characters, which had waited his + arrival, now crowded into the church in his train, shouting as they came,—“A + hall, a hall! for the venerable Father Howleglas, the learned Monk of + Misrule, and the Right Reverend Abbot of Unreason!” + </p> + <p> + The discordant minstrelsy of every kind renewed its din; the boys shrieked + and howled, and the men laughed and hallooed, and the women giggled and + screamed, and the beasts roared, and the dragon wallopped and hissed, and + the hobby-horse neighed, pranced, and capered, and the rest frisked and + frolicked, clashing their hobnailed shoes against the pavement, till it + sparkled with the marks of their energetic caprioles. + </p> + <p> + It was, in fine, a scene of ridiculous confusion, that deafened the ear, + made the eyes giddy, and must have altogether stunned any indifferent + spectator; the monks, whom personal apprehension and a consciousness that + much of the popular enjoyment arose from the ridicule being directed + against them, were, moreover, little comforted by the reflection, that, + bold in their disguise, the mummers who whooped and capered around them, + might, on slight provocation, turn their jest into earnest, or at least + proceed to those practical pleasantries, which at all times arise so + naturally out of the frolicsome and mischievous disposition of the + populace. They looked to their Abbot amid the tumult, with such looks as + landsmen cast upon the pilot when the storm is at the highest—looks + which express that they are devoid of all hope arising from their own + exertions, and not very confident in any success likely to attend those of + their Palinurus. + </p> + <p> + The Abbot himself seemed at a stand; he felt no fear, but he was sensible + of the danger of expressing his rising indignation, which he was scarcely + able to suppress. He made a gesture with his hand as if commanding + silence, which was at first only replied to by redoubled shouts, and peals + of wild laughter. When, however, the same motion, and as nearly in the + same manner, had been made by Howleglas, it was immediately obeyed by his + riotous companions, who expected fresh food for mirth in the conversation + betwixt the real and mock Abbot, having no small confidence in the vulgar + wit and impudence of their leader. Accordingly, they began to shout, “To + it, fathers—to it I”—“Fight monk, fight madcap—Abbot + against Abbot is fair play, and so is reason against unreason, and malice + against monkery!” + </p> + <p> + “Silence, my mates!” said Howleglas; “cannot two learned Fathers of the + Church hold communion together, but you must come here with your + bear-garden whoop and hollo, as if you were hounding forth a mastiff upon + a mad bull? I say silence! and let this learned Father and me confer, + touching matters affecting our mutual state and authority.” + </p> + <p> + “My children”—said Father Ambrose. + </p> + <p> + “<i>My</i> children too,—and happy children they are!” said his + burlesque counterpart; “many a wise child knows not its own father, and it + is well they have two to choose betwixt.” + </p> + <p> + “If thou hast aught in thee, save scoffing and ribaldry,” said the real + Abbot, “permit me, for thine own soul's sake, to speak a few words to + these misguided men.” + </p> + <p> + “Aught in me but scoffing, sayest thou?” retorted the Abbot of Unreason; + “why, reverend brother, I have all that becomes mine office at this time + a-day—I have beef, ale, and brandy-wine, with other condiments not + worth mentioning; and for speaking, man—why, speak away, and we will + have turn about, like honest fellows.” + </p> + <p> + During this discussion the wrath of Magdalen Graeme had risen to the + uttermost; she approached the Abbot, and placing herself by his side, said + in a low and yet distinct tone-“Wake and arouse thee, Father—the + sword of Saint Peter is in thy hand—strike and avenge Saint Peter's + patrimony!—Bind them in the chains which, being riveted by the + church on earth, are riveted in Heaven—” + </p> + <p> + “Peace, sister!” said the Abbot; “let not their madness destroy our + discretion—I pray thee, peace, and let me do mine office. It is the + first, peradventure it may be the last time, I shall be called on to + discharge it.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, my holy brother!” said Howleglas, “I rede you, take the holy + sister's advice—never throve convent without woman's counsel.” + </p> + <p> + “Peace, vain man!” said the Abbot; “and you, my brethren—” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, nay!” said the Abbot of Unreason, “no speaking to the lay people, + until you have conferred with your brother of the cowl. I swear by bell, + book, and candle, that no one of my congregation shall listen to one word + you have to say; so you had as well address yourself to me who will.” + </p> + <p> + To escape a conference so ludicrous, the Abbot again attempted an appeal + to what respectful feelings might yet remain amongst the inhabitants of + the Halidome, once so devoted to their spiritual Superiors. Alas! the + Abbot of Unreason had only to nourish his mock crosier, and the whooping, + the hallooing, and the dancing, were renewed with a vehemence which would + have defied the lungs of Stentor. + </p> + <p> + “And now, my mates,” said the Abbot of Unreason, “once again dight your + gabs and be hushed-let us see if the Cock of Kennaquhair will fight or + flee the pit.” + </p> + <p> + There was again a dead silence of expectation, of which Father Ambrose + availed himself to address his antagonist, seeing plainly that he could + gain an audience on no other terms. “Wretched man!” said he, “hast thou no + better employment for thy carnal wit, than to employ it in leading these + blind and helpless creatures into the pit of utter darkness?” + </p> + <p> + “Truly, my brother,” replied Howleglas, “I can see little difference + betwixt your employment and mine, save that you make a sermon of a jest, + and I make a jest of a sermon.” + </p> + <p> + “Unhappy being,” said the Abbot, “who hast no better subject of pleasantry + than that which should make thee tremble—no sounder jest than thine + own sins, and no better objects for laughter than those who can absolve + thee from the guilt of them!” + </p> + <p> + “Verily, my reverend brother,” said the mock Abbot, “what you say might be + true, if, in laughing at hypocrites, I meant to laugh at religion.—Oh, + it is a precious thing to wear a long dress, with a girdle and a cowl—we + become a holy pillar of Mother Church, and a boy must not play at ball + against the walls for fear of breaking a painted window!” + </p> + <p> + “And will you, my friends,” said the Abbot, looking round and speaking + with a vehemence which secured him a tranquil audience for some time,—“will + you suffer a profane buffoon, within the very church of God, to insult his + ministers? Many of you—all of you, perhaps—have lived under my + holy predecessors, who were called upon to rule in this church where I am + called upon to suffer. If you have worldly goods, they are their gift; + and, when you scorned not to accept better gifts—the mercy and + forgiveness of the church—were they not ever at your command?—did + we not pray while you were jovial—wake while you slept?” + </p> + <p> + “Some of the good wives of the Halidome were wont to say so,” said the + Abbot of Unreason; but his jest met in this instance but slight applause, + and Father Ambrose, having gained a moment's attention, hastened to + improve it. + </p> + <p> + “What!” said he; “and is this grateful—is it seemly—is it + honest—to assail with scorn a few old men, from whose predecessors + you hold all, and whose only wish is to die in peace among these fragments + of what was once the light of the land, and whose daily prayer is, that + they may be removed ere that hour comes when the last spark shall be + extinguished, and the land left in the darkness which it has chosen rather + than light? We have not turned against you the edge of the spiritual + sword, to revenge our temporal persecution; the tempest of your wrath hath + despoiled us of land, and deprived us almost of our daily food, but we + have not repaid it with the thunders of excommunication—we only pray + your leave to live and die within the church which is our own, invoking + God, our Lady, and the Holy Saints to pardon your sins, and our own, + undisturbed by scurril buffoonery and blasphemy.” + </p> + <p> + This speech, so different in tone and termination from that which the + crowd had expected, produced an effect upon their feelings unfavourable to + the prosecution of their frolic. The morris-dancers stood still—the + hobby-horse surceased his capering—pipe and tabor were mute, and + “silence, like a heavy cloud,” seemed to descend on the once noisy rabble. + Several of the beasts were obviously moved to compunction; the bear could + not restrain his sobs, and a huge fox was observed to wipe his eyes with + his tail. But in especial the dragon, lately so formidably rampant, now + relaxed the terror of his claws, uncoiled his tremendous rings, and + grumbled out of his fiery throat in a repentant tone, “By the mass, I + thought no harm in exercising our old pastime, but an I had thought the + good Father would have taken it so to heart, I would as soon have played + your devil, as your dragon.” + </p> + <p> + In this momentary pause, the Abbot stood amongst the miscellaneous and + grotesque forms by which he was surrounded, triumphant as Saint Anthony, + in Callot's Temptations; but Howleglas would not so resign his purpose. + </p> + <p> + “And how now, my masters!” said he, “is this fair play or no? Have you not + chosen me Abbot of Unreason, and is it lawful for any of you to listen to + common sense to-day? Was I not formally elected by you in solemn chapter, + held in Luckie Martin's change-house, and will you now desert me, and give + up your old pastime and privilege? Play out the play—and he that + speaks the next word of sense or reason, or bids us think or consider, or + the like of that, which befits not the day, I will have him solemnly + ducked in the mill-dam!” + </p> + <p> + The rabble, mutable as usual, huzzaed, the pipe and tabor struck up, the + hobby-horse pranced, the beasts roared, and even the repentant dragon + began again to coil up his spires, and prepare himself for fresh gambols. + But the Abbot might still have overcome, by his eloquence and his + entreaties, the malicious designs of the revellers, had not Dame Magdalen + Graeme given loose to the indignation which she had long suppressed. + </p> + <p> + “Scoffers,” she said, “and men of Belial—Blasphemous heretics, and + truculent tyrants——” + </p> + <p> + “Your patience, my sister, I entreat and I command you!” said the Abbot; + “let me do my duty—disturb me not in mine office!” + </p> + <p> + But Dame Magdalen continued to thunder forth her threats in the name of + Popes and Councils, and in the name of every Saint, from St. Michael + downward. + </p> + <p> + “My comrades!” said the Abbot of Unreason, “this good dame hath not spoken + a single word of reason, and therein may esteem herself free from the law. + But what she spoke was meant for reason, and, therefore, unless she + confesses and avouches all which she has said to be nonsense, it shall + pass for such, so far as to incur our statutes. Wherefore, holy dame, + pilgrim, or abbess, or whatever thou art, be mute with thy mummery or + beware the mill-dam. We will have neither spiritual nor temporal scolds in + our Diocese of Unreason!” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke thus, he extended his hand towards the old woman, while his + followers shouted, “A doom—a doom!” and prepared to second his + purpose, when lo! it was suddenly frustrated. Roland Graeme had witnessed + with indignation the insults offered to his old spiritual preceptor, but + yet had wit enough to reflect he could render him no assistance, but might + well, by ineffective interference, make matters worse. But when he saw his + aged relative in danger of personal violence, he gave way to the natural + impetuosity of his temper, and, stepping forward, struck his poniard into + the body of the Abbot of Unreason, whom the blow instantly prostrated on + the pavement. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Fifteenth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + As when in tumults rise the ignoble crowd, + Mad are their motions, and their tongues are loud, + And stones and brands in rattling furies fly, + And all the rustic arms which fury can supply— + Then if some grave and pious man appear, + They hush their noise, and lend a listening ear. + DRYDEN'S VIRGIL +</pre> + <p> + A dreadful shout of vengeance was raised by the revellers, whose sport was + thus so fearfully interrupted; but for an instant, the want of weapons + amongst the multitude, as well as the inflamed features and brandished + poniard of Roland Graeme, kept them at bay, while the Abbot, horror-struck + at the violence, implored, with uplifted hands, pardon for blood-shed + committed within the sanctuary. Magdalen Graeme alone expressed triumph in + the blow her descendant had dealt to the scoffer, mixed, however, with a + wild and anxious expression of terror for her grandson's safety. “Let him + perish,” she said, “in his blasphemy—let him die on the holy + pavement which he has insulted!” + </p> + <p> + But the rage of the multitude, the grief of the Abbot, the exultation of + the enthusiastic Magdalen, were all mistimed and unnecessary. Howleglas, + mortally wounded as he was supposed to be, sprung alertly up from the + floor, calling aloud, “A miracle, a miracle, my masters! as brave a + miracle as ever was wrought in the kirk of Kennaquhair. And I charge you, + my masters, as your lawfully chosen Abbot, that you touch no one without + my command—You, wolf and bear, will guard this pragmatic youth, but + without hurting him—And you, reverend brother, will, with your + comrades, withdraw to your cells; for our conference has ended like all + conferences, leaving each of his own mind, as before; and if we fight, + both you, and your brethren, and the Kirk, will have the worst on't—Wherefore, + pack up you pipes and begone.” + </p> + <p> + The hubbub was beginning again to awaken, but still Father Ambrose + hesitated, as uncertain to what path his duty called him, whether to face + out the present storm, or to reserve himself for a better moment. His + brother of Unreason observed his difficulty, and said, in a tone more + natural and less affected than that with which he had hitherto sustained + his character, “We came hither, my good sir, more in mirth than in + mischief—our bark is worse than our bite—and, especially, we + mean you no personal harm—wherefore, draw off while the play is + good; for it is ill whistling for a hawk when she is once on the soar, and + worse to snatch the quarry from the ban-dog—Let these fellows once + begin their brawl, and it will be too much for madness itself, let alone + the Abbot of Unreason, to bring them back to the lure.” + </p> + <p> + The brethren crowded around Father Ambrosius, and joined in urging him to + give place to the torrent. The present revel was, they said, an ancient + custom which his predecessors had permitted, and old Father Nicholas + himself had played the dragon in the days of the Abbot Ingelram. + </p> + <p> + “And we now reap the fruit of the seed which they have so unadvisedly + sown,” said Ambrosius; “they taught men to make a mock of what is holy, + what wonder that the descendants of scoffers become robbers and + plunderers? But be it as you list, my brethren—move towards the + dortour—And you, dame, I command you, by the authority which I have + over you, and by your respect for that youth's safety, that you go with us + without farther speech—Yet, stay—what are your intentions + towards that youth whom you detain prisoner?—Wot ye,” he continued, + addressing Howleglas in a stern tone of voice, “that he bears the livery + of the House of Avenel? They who fear not the anger of Heaven, may at + least dread the wrath of man.” + </p> + <p> + “Cumber not yourself concerning him,” answered Howleglas, “we know right + well who and what he is.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me pray,” said the Abbot, in a tone of entreaty, “that you do him no + wrong for the rash deed—which he attempted in his imprudent zeal.” + </p> + <p> + “I say, cumber not yourself about it, father,” answered Howleglas, “but + move off with your train, male and female, or I will not undertake to save + yonder she-saint from the ducking-stool—And as for bearing of + malice, my stomach has no room for it; it is,” he added, clapping his hand + on his portly belly, “too well bumbasted out with straw and buckram—gramercy + to them both—they kept out that madcap's dagger as well as a Milan + corslet could have done.” + </p> + <p> + In fact, the home-driven poniard of Roland Graeme had lighted upon the + stuffing of the fictitious paunch, which the Abbot of Unreason wore as a + part of his characteristic dress, and it was only the force of the blow + which had prostrated that reverend person on the ground for a moment. + </p> + <p> + Satisfied in some degree by this man's assurances, and compelled—to + give way to superior force, the Abbot Ambrosius retired from the Church at + the head of the monks, and left the court free for the revellers to work + their will. But, wild and wilful as these rioters were, they accompanied + the retreat of the religionists with none of those shouts of contempt and + derision with which they had at first hailed them. The Abbot's discourse + had affected some of them with remorse, others with shame, and all with a + transient degree of respect. They remained silent until the last monk had + disappeared through the side-door which communicated with their + dwelling-place, and even then it cost some exhortations on the part of + Howleglas, some caprioles of the hobby-horse, and some wallops of the + dragon, to rouse once more the rebuked spirit of revelry. + </p> + <p> + “And how now, my masters?” said the Abbot of Unreason; “and wherefore look + on me with such blank Jack-a-Lent visages? Will you lose your old pastime + for an old wife's tale of saints and purgatory? Why, I thought you would + have made all split long since—Come, strike up, tabor and harp, + strike up, fiddle and rebeck—dance and be merry to-day, and let care + come to-morrow. Bear and wolf, look to your prisoner—prance, hobby—hiss, + dragon, and halloo, boys—we grow older every moment we stand idle, + and life is too short to be spent in playing mumchance.” + </p> + <p> + This pithy exhortation was attended with the effect desired. They + fumigated the Church with burnt wool and feathers instead of incense, put + foul water into the holy-water basins, and celebrated a parody on the + Church-service, the mock Abbot officiating at the altar; they sung + ludicrous and indecent parodies, to the tunes of church hymns; they + violated whatever vestments or vessels belonging to the Abbey they could + lay their hands upon; and, playing every freak which the whim of the + moment could suggest to their wild caprice, at length they fell to more + lasting deeds of demolition, pulled down and destroyed some carved + wood-work, dashed out the painted windows which had escaped former + violence, and in their rigorous search after sculpture dedicated to + idolatry, began to destroy what ornaments yet remained entire upon the + tombs, and around the cornices of the pillars. + </p> + <p> + The spirit of demolition, like other tastes, increases by indulgence; from + these lighter attempts at mischief, the more tumultuous part of the + meeting began to meditate destruction on a more extended scale—“Let + us heave it down altogether, the old crow's nest,” became a general cry + among them; “it has served the Pope and his rooks too long;” and up they + struck a ballad which was then popular among the lower classes. [Footnote: + These rude rhymes are taken, with some trifling alterations, from a ballad + called Trim-go-trix. It occurs in a singular collection, entitled; “A + Compendious Book of Godly and Spiritual Songs, collected out of sundrie + parts of the Scripture, with sundry of other ballatis changed out of + prophane sanges for avoyding of sin and harlotrie, with Augmentation of + sundrie Gude and Godly Ballates. Edinburgh, printed by Andro Hart.” This + curious collection has been reprinted in Mr. John. Grahame Dalyell's + Scottish Poems of the 16th century Edin. 1801, 2 vols.] + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The Paip, that pagan full of pride, + Hath blinded us ower lang. + For where the blind the blind doth lead, + No marvel baith gae wrang. + Like prince and king, + He led the ring + Of all iniquity. + Sing hay trix, trim-go-trix, + Under the greenwood tree. + + “The Bishop rich, he could not preach + For sporting with the lasses; + The silly friar behoved to fleech + For awmous as he passes: + The curate his creed + He could not read,— + Shame fa' company! + Sing hay trix, trim-go-trix, + Under the greenwood tree.” + </pre> + <p> + Thundering out this chorus of a notable hunting song, which had been + pressed into the service of some polemical poet, the followers of the + Abbot of Unreason were turning every moment more tumultuous, and getting + beyond the management even of that reverend prelate himself, when a knight + in full armour, followed by two or three men-at-arms, entered the church, + and in a stern voice commanded them to forbear their riotous mummery. + </p> + <p> + His visor was up, but if it had been lowered, the cognizance of the + holly-branch sufficiently distinguished Sir Halbert Glendinning, who, on + his homeward road, was passing through the village of Kennaquhair; and + moved, perhaps, by anxiety for his brother's safety, had come directly to + the church on hearing of the uproar. + </p> + <p> + “What is the meaning of this,” he said, “my masters? are ye Christian men, + and the king's subjects, and yet waste and destroy church and chancel like + so many heathens?” + </p> + <p> + All stood silent, though doubtless there were several disappointed and + surprised at receiving chiding instead of thanks from so zealous a + protestant. + </p> + <p> + The dragon, indeed, did at length take upon him to be spokesman, and + growled from the depth of his painted maw, that they did but sweep Popery + out of the church with the besom of destruction. + </p> + <p> + “What! my friends,” replied Sir Halbert Glendinning, “think you this + mumming and masking has not more of Popery in it than have these stone + walls? Take the leprosy out of your flesh, before you speak of purifying + stone walls—abate your insolent license, which leads but to idle + vanity and sinful excess; and know, that what you now practise, is one of + the profane and unseemly sports introduced by the priests of Rome + themselves, to mislead and to brutify the souls which fell into their + net.” + </p> + <p> + “Marry come up—are you there with your bears?” muttered the dragon, + with a draconic sullenness, which was in good keeping with his character, + “we had as good have been Romans still, if we are to have no freedom in + our pastimes!” + </p> + <p> + “Dost thou reply to me so?” said Halbert Glendinning; “or is there any + pastime in grovelling on the ground there like a gigantic kail-worm?—Get + out of thy painted case, or, by my knighthood, I will treat you like the + beast and reptile you have made yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Beast and reptile?” retorted the offended dragon, “setting aside your + knighthood, I hold myself as well a born man as thyself.” + </p> + <p> + The Knight made no answer in words, but bestowed two such blows with the + butt of his lance on the petulant dragon, that had not the hoops which + constituted the ribs of the machine been pretty strong, they would hardly + have saved those of the actor from being broken. In all haste the masker + crept out of his disguise, unwilling to abide a third buffet from the + lance of the enraged Knight. And when the ex-dragon stood on the floor of + the church, he presented to Halbert Glendinning the well-known countenance + of Dan of the Howlet-hirst, an ancient comrade of his own, ere fate had + raised him so high above the rank to which he was born. The clown looked + sulkily upon the Knight, as if to upbraid him for his violence towards an + old acquaintance, and Glendinning's own good-nature reproached him for the + violence he had acted upon him. + </p> + <p> + “I did wrong to strike thee,” he said, “Dan; but in truth, I knew thee not—thou + wert ever a mad fellow—come to Avenel Castle, and we shall see how + my hawks fly.” + </p> + <p> + “And if we show him not falcons that will mount as merrily as rockets,” + said the Abbot of Unreason, “I would your honour laid as hard on my bones + as you did on his even now.” + </p> + <p> + “How now, Sir Knave,” said the Knight, “and what has brought you hither?” + </p> + <p> + The Abbot, hastily ridding himself of the false nose which mystified his + physiognomy, and the supplementary belly which made up his disguise, stood + before his master in his real character, of Adam Woodcock, the falconer of + Avenel. + </p> + <p> + “How, varlet!” said the Knight; “hast thou dared to come here and disturb + the very house my brother was dwelling in?” + </p> + <p> + “And it was even for that reason, craving your honour's pardon, that I + came hither—for I heard the country was to be up to choose an Abbot + of Unreason, and sure, thought I, I that can sing, dance, leap backwards + over a broadsword, and am as good a fool as ever sought promotion, have + all chance of carrying the office; and if I gain my election, I may stand + his honour's brother in some stead, supposing things fall roughly out at + the Kirk of Saint Mary's.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art but a cogging knave,” said Sir Halbert, “and well I wot, that + love of ale and brandy, besides the humour of riot and frolic, would draw + thee a mile, when love of my house would not bring thee a yard. But, go to—carry + thy roisterers elsewhere—to the alehouse if they list, and there are + crowns to pay your charges—make out the day's madness without doing + more mischief, and be wise men to-morrow—and hereafter learn to + serve a good cause better than by acting like buffoons or ruffians.” + </p> + <p> + Obedient to his master's mandate, the falconer was collecting his + discouraged followers, and whispering into their ears—“Away, away—<i>tace</i> + is Latin for a candle—never mind the good Knight's puritanism—we + will play the frolic out over a stand of double ale in Dame Martin the + Brewster's barn-yard—draw off, harp and tabor—bagpipe and drum—mum + till you are out of the church-yard, then let the welkin ring again—move + on, wolf and bear—keep the hind legs till you cross the kirk-stile, + and then show yourselves beasts of mettle—what devil sent him here + to spoil our holiday!—but anger him not, my hearts; his lance is no + goose-feather, as Dan's ribs can tell.” + </p> + <p> + “By my soul,” said Dan, “had it been another than my ancient comrade, I + would have made my father's old fox [Footnote: <i>Fox</i>, An + old-fashioned broadsword was often so called.] fly about his ears!” + </p> + <p> + “Hush! hush! man,” replied Adam Woodcock, “not a word that way, as you + value the safety of your bones—what man? we must take a clink as it + passes, so it is not bestowed in downright ill-will.” + </p> + <p> + “But I will take no such thing,” said Dan of the Howlet-hirst, suddenly + resisting the efforts of Woodcock, who was dragging him out of the church; + when the quick military eye of Sir Halbert Glendinning detecting Roland + Graeme betwixt his two guards, the Knight exclaimed, “So ho! falconer,—Woodcock,—knave, + hast thou brought my Lady's page in mine own livery, to assist at this + hopeful revel of thine, with your wolves and bears? Since you were at such + mummings, you might, if you would, have at least saved the credit of my + household, by dressing him up as a jackanapes—bring him hither, + fellows!” + </p> + <p> + Adam Woodcock was too honest and downright, to permit blame to light upon + the youth, when it was undeserved. “I swear,” he said, “by Saint Martin of + Bullions—” [Footnote: The Saint Swithin, or weeping Saint of + Scotland. If his festival (fourth July) prove wet, forty days of rain are + expected.] + </p> + <p> + “And what hast thou to do with Saint Martin?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, little enough, sir, unless when he sends such rainy days that we + cannot fly a hawk—but I say to your worshipful knighthood, that as I + am, a true man——” + </p> + <p> + “As you are a false varlet, had been the better obtestation.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, if your knighthood allows me not to speak,” said Adam, “I can hold + my tongue—but the boy came not hither by my bidding, for all that.” + </p> + <p> + “But to gratify his own malapert pleasure, I warrant me,” said Sir Halbert + Glendinning—“Come hither, young springald, and tell me whether you + have your mistress's license to be so far absent from the castle, or to + dishonour my livery by mingling in such a May-game?” + </p> + <p> + “Sir Halbert Glendinning,” answered Roland Graeme with steadiness, “I have + obtained the permission, or rather the commands, of your lady, to dispose + of my time hereafter according to my own pleasure. I have been a most + unwilling spectator of this May-game, since it is your pleasure so to call + it; and I only wear your livery until I can obtain clothes which bear no + such badge of servitude.” + </p> + <p> + “How am I to understand this, young man?” said Sir Halbert Glendinning; + “speak plainly, for I am no reader of riddles.—That my lady favoured + thee, I know. What hast thou done to disoblige her, and occasion thy + dismissal?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing to speak of,” said Adam Woodcock, answering for the boy—“a + foolish quarrel with me, which was more foolishly told over again to my + honoured lady, cost the poor boy his place. For my part, I will say + freely, that I was wrong from beginning to end, except about the washing + of the eyas's meat. There I stand to it that I was right.” + </p> + <p> + With that, the good-natured falconer repeated to his master the whole + history of the squabble which had brought Roland Graeme into disgrace with + his mistress, but in a manner so favourable for the page, that Sir Halbert + could not but suspect his generous motive. + </p> + <p> + “Thou art a good-natured fellow,” he said, “Adam Woodcock.” + </p> + <p> + “As ever had falcon upon fist,” said Adam; “and, for that matter, so is + Master Roland; but, being half a gentleman by his office, his blood is + soon up, and so is mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Sir Halbert, “be it as it will, my lady has acted hastily, + for this was no great matter of offence to discard the lad whom she had + trained up for years; but he, I doubt not, made it worse by his prating—it + jumps well with a purpose, however, which I had in my mind. Draw off these + people, Woodcock,—and you, Roland Graeme, attend me.” + </p> + <p> + The page followed him in silence into the Abbot's house, where, stepping + into the first apartment which he found open, he commanded one of his + attendants to let his brother, Master Edward Glendinning, know that he + desired to speak with him. The men-at-arms went gladly off to join their + comrade, Adam Woodcock, and the jolly crew whom he had assembled at Dame + Martin's, the hostler's wife, and the Page and Knight were left alone in + the apartment. Sir Halbert Glendinning paced the floor for a moment in + silence and then thus addressed his attendant— + </p> + <p> + “Thou mayest have remarked, stripling, that I have but seldom + distinguished thee by much notice;—I see thy colour rises, but do + not speak till thou nearest me out. I say I have never much distinguished + thee, not because I did not see that in thee which I might well have + praised, but because I saw something blameable, which such praises might + have made worse. Thy mistress, dealing according to her pleasure in her + own household, as no one had better reason or title, had picked thee from + the rest, and treated thee more like a relation than a domestic; and if + thou didst show some vanity and petulance under such distinction, it were + injustice not to say that thou hast profited both in thy exercises and in + thy breeding, and hast shown many sparkles of a gentle and manly spirit. + Moreover, it were ungenerous, having bred thee up freakish and fiery, to + dismiss thee to want or wandering, for showing that very peevishness and + impatience of discipline which arose from thy too delicate nurture. + Therefore, and for the credit of my own household, I am determined to + retain thee in my train, until I can honourably dispose of thee elsewhere, + with a fair prospect of thy going through the world with credit to the + house that brought thee up.” + </p> + <p> + If there was something in Sir Halbert Glendinning's speech which flattered + Roland's pride, there was also much that, according to his mode of + thinking, was an alloy to the compliment. And yet his conscience instantly + told him that he ought to accept, with grateful deference, the offer which + was made him by the husband of his kind protectress; and his prudence, + however slender, could not but admit he should enter the world under very + different auspices as a retainer of Sir Halbert Glendinning, so famed for + wisdom, courage, and influence, from those under which he might partake + the wanderings, and become an agent in the visionary schemes, for such + they appeared to him, of Magdalen, his relative. Still, a strong + reluctance to re-enter a service from which he had been dismissed with + contempt, almost counterbalanced these considerations. + </p> + <p> + Sir Halbert looked on the youth with surprise, and resumed—“You seem + to hesitate, young man. Are your own prospects so inviting, that you + should pause ere you accept those which I should offer to you? or, must I + remind you that, although you have offended your benefactress, even to the + point of her dismissing you, yet I am convinced, the knowledge that you + have gone unguided on your own wild way, into a world so disturbed as ours + of Scotland, cannot, in the upshot, but give her sorrow and pain; from + which it is, in gratitude, your duty to preserve her, no less than it is + in common wisdom your duty to accept my offered protection, for your own + sake, where body and soul are alike endangered, should you refuse it.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme replied in a respectful tone, but at the same time with some + spirit, “I am not ungrateful for such countenance as has been afforded me + by the Lord of Avenel, and I am glad to learn, for the first time, that I + have not had the misfortune to be utterly beneath his observation, as I + had thought—And it is only needful to show me how I can testify my + duty and my gratitude towards my early and constant benefactress with my + life's hazard, and I will gladly peril it.” He stopped. + </p> + <p> + “These are but words, young man,” answered Glendinning, “large + protestations are often used to supply the place of effectual service. I + know nothing in which the peril of your life can serve the Lady of Avenel; + I can only say, she will be pleased to learn you have adopted some course + which may ensure the safety of your person, and the weal of your soul—What + ails you, that you accept not that safety when it is offered you?” + </p> + <p> + “My only relative who is alive,” answered Roland, “at least the only + relative whom I have ever seen, has rejoined me since I was dismissed from + the Castle of Avenel, and I must consult with her whether I can adopt the + line to which you now call me, or whether her increasing infirmities, or + the authority which she is entitled to exercise over me, may not require + me to abide with her.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is this relation?” said Sir Halbert Glendinning. + </p> + <p> + “In this house,” answered the page. + </p> + <p> + “Go then, and seek her out,” said the Knight of Avenel; “more than meet it + is that thou shouldst have her approbation, yet worse than foolish would + she show herself in denying it.” + </p> + <p> + Roland left the apartment to seek for his grandmother; and, as he + retreated, the Abbot entered. + </p> + <p> + The two brothers met as brothers who loved each other fondly, yet meet + rarely together. Such indeed was the case. Their mutual affection attached + them to each other; but in every pursuit, habit or sentiment, connected + with the discords of the times, the friend and counsellor of Murray stood + opposed to the Roman Catholic priest; nor, indeed, could they have held + very much society together, without giving cause of offence and suspicion + to their confederates on each side. After a close embrace on the part of + both, and a welcome on that of the Abbot, Sir Halbert Glendinning + expressed his satisfaction that he had come in time to appease the riot + raised by Howleglas and his tumultuous followers. + </p> + <p> + “And yet,” he said, “when I look on your garments, brother Edward, I + cannot help thinking there still remains an Abbot of Unreason within the + bounds of the Monastery.” + </p> + <p> + “And wherefore carp at my garments, brother Halbert?” said the Abbot; “it + is the spiritual armour of my calling, and, as such, beseems me as well as + breastplate and baldric becomes your own bosom.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but there were small wisdom, methinks, in putting on armour where we + have no power to fight; it is but a dangerous temerity to defy the foe + whom we cannot resist.” + </p> + <p> + “For that, my brother, no one can answer,” said the Abbot, “until the + battle be fought; and, were it even as you say, methinks a brave man, + though desperate of victory, would rather desire to fight and fall, than + to resign sword and shield on some mean and dishonourable composition with + his insulting antagonist. But, let not you and I make discord of a theme + on which we cannot agree, but rather stay and partake, though a heretic, + of my admission feast. You need not fear, my brother, that your zeal for + restoring the primitive discipline of the church will, on this occasion, + be offended with the rich profusion of a conventual banquet. The days of + our old friend Abbot Boniface are over; and the Superior of Saint Mary's + has neither forests nor fishings, woods nor pastures, nor corn-fields;—neither + flocks nor herds, bucks nor wild-fowl—granaries of wheat, nor + storehouses of oil and wine, of ale and of mead. The refectioner's office + is ended; and such a meal as a hermit in romance can offer to a wandering + knight, is all we have to set before you. But, if you will share it with + us, we shall eat it with a cheerful heart, and thank you, my brother, for + your timely protection against these rude scoffers.” + </p> + <p> + “My dearest brother,” said the Knight, “it grieves me deeply I cannot + abide with you; but it would sound ill for us both were one of the + reformed congregation to sit down at your admission feast; and, if I can + ever have the satisfaction of affording you effectual protection, it will + be much owing to my remaining unsuspected of countenancing or approving + your religious rites and ceremonies. It will demand whatever consideration + I can acquire among my own friends, to shelter the bold man, who, contrary + to law and the edicts of parliament, has dared to take up the office of + Abbot of Saint Mary's.” + </p> + <p> + “Trouble not yourself with the task, my brother,” replied Father + Ambrosius. “I would lay down my dearest blood to know that you defended + the church for the church's sake; but, while you remain unhappily her + enemy, I would not that you endangered your own safety, or diminished your + own comforts, for the sake of my individual protection.—But who + comes hither to disturb the few minutes of fraternal communication which + our evil fate allows us?” + </p> + <p> + The door of the apartment opened as the Abbot spoke, and Dame Magdalen + entered. + </p> + <p> + “Who is this woman?” said Sir Halbert Glendinning, somewhat sternly, “and + what does she want?” + </p> + <p> + “That you know me not,” said the matron, “signifies little; I come by your + own order, to give my free consent that the stripling, Roland Graeme, + return to your service; and, having said so, I cumber you no longer with + my presence. Peace be with you!” She turned to go away, but was stopped by + inquiries of Sir Halbert Glendinning. + </p> + <p> + “Who are you?—what are you?—and why do you not await to make + me answer?” + </p> + <p> + “I was,” she replied, “while yet I belonged to the world, a matron of no + vulgar name; now I am Magdalen, a poor pilgrimer, for the sake of Holy + Kirk.” + </p> + <p> + “Yea,” said Sir Halbert, “art thou a Catholic? I thought my dame said that + Roland Graeme came of reformed kin.' + </p> + <p> + “His father,” said the matron, “was a heretic, or rather one who regarded + neither orthodoxy or heresy—neither the temple of the church or of + antichrist. I, too, for the sins of the times make sinners, have seemed to + conform to your unhallowed rites—but I had my dispensation and my + absolution.” + </p> + <p> + “You see, brother,” said Sir Halbert, with a smile of meaning towards his + brother, “that we accuse you not altogether without grounds of mental + equivocation.” + </p> + <p> + “My brother, you do us injustice,” replied the Abbot; “this woman, as her + bearing may of itself warrant you, is not in her perfect mind. Thanks, I + must needs say, to the persecution of your marauding barons, and of your + latitudinarian clergy.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not dispute the point,” said Sir Halbert; “the evils of the time + are unhappily so numerous, that both churches may divide them, and have + enow to spare.” So saying, he leaned from the window of the apartment, and + winded his bugle. + </p> + <p> + “Why do you sound your horn, my brother?” said the Abbot; “we have spent + but few minutes together.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” said the elder brother, “and even these few have been sullied by + disagreement. I sound to horse, my brother—the rather that, to avert + the consequences of this day's rashness on your part, requires hasty + efforts on mine.—Dame, you will oblige me by letting your young + relative know that we mount instantly. I intend not that he shall return + to Avenel with me—it would lead to new quarrels betwixt him and my + household; at least to taunts which his proud heart could ill brook, and + my wish is to do him kindness. He shall, therefore, go forward to + Edinburgh with one of my retinue, whom I shall send back to say what has + chanced here.—You seem rejoiced at this?” he added, fixing his eyes + keenly on Magdalen Graeme, who returned his gaze with calm indifference. + </p> + <p> + “I would rather,” she said, “that Roland, a poor and friendless orphan, + were the jest of the world at large, than of the menials at Avenel.” + </p> + <p> + “Fear not, dame—he shall be scorned by neither,” answered the + Knight. + </p> + <p> + “It may be,” she replied—“it may well be—but I will trust more + to his own bearing than to your countenance.” She left the room as she + spoke. + </p> + <p> + The Knight looked after her as she departed, but turned instantly to his + brother, and expressing, in the most affectionate terms, his wishes for + his welfare and happiness, craved his leave to depart. “My knaves,” he + said, “are too busy at the ale-stand, to leave their revelry for the empty + breath of a bugle-horn.” + </p> + <p> + “You have freed them from higher restraint, Halbert,” answered the Abbot, + “and therein taught them to rebel against your own.” + </p> + <p> + “Fear not that, Edward,” exclaimed Halbert, who never gave his brother his + monastic name of Ambrosius; “none obey the command of real duty so well as + those who are free from the observance of slavish bondage.” + </p> + <p> + He was turning to depart, when the Abbot said,—“Let us not yet part, + my brother—here comes some light refreshment. Leave not the house + which I must now call mine, till force expel me from it, until you have at + least broken bread with me.” + </p> + <p> + The poor lay brother, the same who acted as porter, now entered the + apartment, bearing some simple refreshment, and a flask of wine. “He had + found it,” he said with officious humility, “by rummaging through every + nook of the cellar.” + </p> + <p> + The Knight filled a small silver cup, and, quaffing it off, asked his + brother to pledge him, observing, the wine was Bacharac, of the first + vintage, and great age. + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” said the poor lay brother, “it came out of the nook which old + brother Nicholas, (may his soul be happy!) was wont to call Abbot + Ingelram's corner; and Abbot Ingelram was bred at the Convent of + Wurtzburg, which I understand to be near where that choice wine grows.” + </p> + <p> + “True, my reverend sir,” said Sir Halbert; “and therefore I entreat my + brother and you to pledge me in a cup of this orthodox vintage.” + </p> + <p> + The thin old porter looked with a wishful glance towards the Abbot. “<i>Do + veniam</i>,” said his Superior; and the old man seized, with a trembling + hand, a beverage to which he had been long unaccustomed; drained the cup + with protracted delight, as if dwelling on the flavour and perfume, and + set it down with a melancholy smile and shake of the head, as if bidding + adieu in future to such delicious potations. The brothers smiled. But when + Sir Halbert motioned to the Abbot to take up his cup and do him reason, + the Abbot, in turn, shook his head, and replied—“This is no day for + the Abbot of Saint Mary's to eat the fat and drink the sweat. In water + from our Lady's well,” he added, filling a cup with the limpid element, “I + wish you, brother, all happiness, and above all, a true sight of your + spiritual errors.” + </p> + <p> + “And to you, my beloved Edward,” replied Glendinning, “I wish the free + exercise of your own free reason, and the discharge of more important + duties than are connected with the idle name which you have so rashly + assumed.” + </p> + <p> + The brothers parted with deep regret; and yet, each confident in his + opinion, felt somewhat relieved by the absence of one whom he respected so + much, and with whom he could agree so little. + </p> + <p> + Soon afterwards the sound of the Knight of Avenel's trumpets was heard, + and the Abbot went to the top of the tower, from whose dismantled + battlements he could soon see the horsemen ascending the rising ground in + the direction of the drawbridge. As he gazed, Magdalen Graeme came to his + side. + </p> + <p> + “Thou art come,” he said, “to catch the last glimpse of thy grandson, my + sister. Yonder he wends, under the charge of the best knight in Scotland, + his faith ever excepted.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou canst bear witness, my father, that it was no wish either of mine or + of Roland's,” replied the matron, “which induced the Knight of Avenel, as + he is called, again to entertain my grandson in his household—Heaven, + which confounds the wise with their own wisdom, and the wicked with their + own policy, hath placed him where, for the services of the Church, I would + most wish him to be.” + </p> + <p> + “I know not what you mean, my sister,” said the Abbot. + </p> + <p> + “Reverend father,” replied Magdalen, “hast thou never heard that there are + spirits powerful to rend the walls of a castle asunder when once admitted, + which yet cannot enter the house unless they are invited, nay, dragged + over the threshold? + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: There is a popular belief respecting evil spirits, that they + cannot enter an inhabited house unless invited, nay, dragged over the + threshold. There is an instance of the same superstition in the Tales of + the Genii, where an enchanter is supposed to have intruded himself into + the Divan of the Sultan. + </p> + <p> + “'Thus,' said the illustrious Misnar, 'let the enemies of Mahomet be + dismayed! but inform me, O ye sages! under the semblance of which of your + brethren did that foul enchanter gain admittance here?'—'May the + lord of my heart,' answered Balihu, the hermit of the faithful from Queda, + 'triumph over all his foes! As I travelled on the mountains from Queda, + and saw neither the footsteps of beasts, nor the flight of birds, behold, + I chanced to pass through a cavern, in whose hollow sides I found this + accursed sage, to whom I unfolded the invitation of the Sultan of India, + and we, joining, journeyed towards the Divan; but ere we entered, he said + unto me. 'Put thy hand forth, and pull me towards thee into the Divan, + calling on the name of Mahomet, for the evil spirits are on me and vex + me.'” + </p> + <p> + I have understood that many parts of these fine tales, and in particular + that of the Sultan Misnar, were taken from genuine Oriental sources by the + editor, Mr. James Ridley. + </p> + <p> + But the most picturesque use of this popular belief occurs in Coleridge's + beautiful and tantalizing fragment of Christabel. Has not our own + imaginative poet cause to fear that future ages will desire to summon him + from his place of rest, as Milton longed + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “To call him up, who left half told + The story of Cambuscan bold?” + </pre> + <p> + The verses I refer to are when Christabel conducts into her father's + castle a mysterious and malevolent being, under the guise of a distressed + female stranger. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 'They cross'd the moat, and Christabel + Took the key that fitted well; + A little door she open'd straight, + All in the middle of the gate; + The gate that was iron'd within and without, + Where an army in battle array had march'd out. + + “The lady sank, belike through pain, + And Christabel with might and main + Lifted her up, a weary weight, + Over the threshold of the gate: + Then the lady rose again, + And moved as she were not in pain. + + “So free from danger, free from fear, + They cross'd the court;—right glad they were, + And Christabel devoutly cried + To the lady by her side: + 'Praise we the Virgin, all divine, + Who hath rescued thee from this distress.' + 'Alas, alas!' said Geraldine, + 'I cannot speak from weariness.' + So free from danger, free from fear, + They cross'd the court: right glad they were +] +</pre> + <p> + Twice hath Roland Graeme been thus drawn into the household of Avenel by + those who now hold the title. Let them look to the issue.” + </p> + <p> + So saying she left the turret; and the Abbot, after pausing a moment on + her words, which he imputed to the unsettled state of her mind, followed + down the winding stair to celebrate his admission to his high office by + fast and prayer instead of revelling and thanksgiving. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Sixteenth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Youth! thou wear'st to manhood now, + Darker lip and darker brow, + Statelier step, more pensive mien, + In thy face and gate are seen: + Thou must now brook midnight watches, + Take thy food and sport by snatches; + For the gambol and the jest, + Thou wert wont to love the best, + Graver follies must thou follow, + But as senseless, false, and hollow. + LIFE, A POEM. +</pre> + <p> + Young Roland Graeme now trotted gaily forward in the train of Sir Halbert + Glendinning. He was relieved from his most galling apprehension,—the + encounter of the scorn and taunt which might possibly hail his immediate + return to the Castle of Avenel. “There will be a change ere they see me + again,” he thought to himself; “I shall wear the coat of plate, instead of + the green jerkin, and the steel morion for the bonnet and feather. They + will be bold that may venture to break a gibe on the man-at-arms for the + follies of the page; and I trust, that ere we return I shall have done + something more worthy of note than hallooing a hound after a deer, or + scrambling a crag for a kite's nest.” He could not, indeed, help + marvelling that his grandmother, with all her religious prejudices, + leaning, it would seem, to the other side, had consented so readily to his + re-entering the service of the House of Avenel; and yet more, at the + mysterious joy with which she took leave of him at the Abbey. + </p> + <p> + “Heaven,” said the dame, as she kissed her young relation, and bade him + farewell, “works its own work, even by the hands of those of our enemies + who think themselves the strongest and the wisest. Thou, my child, be + ready to act upon the call of thy religion and country; and remember, each + earthly bond which thou canst form is, compared to the ties which bind + thee to them, like the loose flax to the twisted cable. Thou hast not + forgot the face or form of the damsel Catherine Seyton?” + </p> + <p> + Roland would have replied in the negative, but the word seemed to stick in + his throat and Magdalen continued her exhortations. + </p> + <p> + “Thou must not forget her, my son; and here I intrust thee with a token, + which I trust thou wilt speedily find an opportunity of delivering with + care and secrecy into her own hand.” + </p> + <p> + She put here into Roland's hand a very small packet, of which she again + enjoined him to take the strictest care, and to suffer it to be seen by no + one save Catherine Seyton, who, she again (very unnecessarily) reminded + him, was the young lady he had met on the preceding day. She then bestowed + on him her solemn benediction, and bade God speed him. + </p> + <p> + There was something in her manner and her conduct which implied mystery; + but Roland Graeme was not of an age or temper to waste much time in + endeavoring to decipher her meaning. All that was obvious to his + perception in the present journey, promised pleasure and novelty. He + rejoiced that he was travelling towards Edinburgh, in order to assume the + character of a man, and lay aside that of a boy. He was delighted to think + that he would have an opportunity of rejoining Catherine Seyton, whose + bright eyes and lively manners had made so favourable an impression on his + imagination; and, as an experienced, yet high-spirited youth, entering for + the first time upon active life, his heart bounded at the thought, that he + was about to see all those scenes of courtly splendour and warlike + adventures, of which the followers of Sir Halbert used to boast on their + occasional visits to Avenel, to the wonderment and envy of those who, like + Roland, knew courts and camps only by hearsay, and were condemned to the + solitary sports and almost monastic seclusion of Avenel, surrounded by its + lonely lake, and embossed among its pathless mountains. “They shall + mention my name,” he said to himself, “if the risk of my life can purchase + me opportunities of distinction, and Catherine Seyton's saucy eye shall + rest with more respect on the distinguished soldier, than that with which + she laughed to scorn the raw and inexperienced page.”—There was + wanting but one accessary to complete the sense of rapturous excitation, + and he possessed it by being once more mounted on the back of a fiery and + active horse, instead of plodding along on foot, as had been the case + during the preceding days. + </p> + <p> + Impelled by the liveliness of his own spirits, which so many circumstances + tended naturally to exalt, Roland Graeme's voice and his laughter were + soon distinguished amid the trampling of the horses of the retinue, and + more than once attracted the attention of the leader, who remarked with + satisfaction, that the youth replied with good-humoured raillery to such + of the train as jested with him on his dismissal and return to the service + of the House of Avenel. + </p> + <p> + “I thought the holly-branch in your bonnet had been blighted, Master + Roland?” said one of the men-at-arms. + </p> + <p> + “Only pinched with half an hour's frost; you see it flourishes as green as + ever.” + </p> + <p> + “It is too grave a plant to flourish on so hot a soil as that headpiece of + thine, Master Roland Graeme,” retorted the other, who was an old equerry + of Sir Halbert Glendinning. + </p> + <p> + “If it will not flourish alone,” said Roland, “I will mix it with the + laurel and the myrtle—and I will carry them so near the sky, that it + shall make amends for their stinted growth.” + </p> + <p> + Thus speaking, he dashed his spurs into his horse's sides, and, checking + him at the same time, compelled him to execute a lofty caracole. Sir + Halbert Glendinning looked at the demeanour of his new attendant with that + sort of melancholy pleasure with which those who have long followed the + pursuits of life, and are sensible of their vanity, regard the gay, young, + and buoyant spirits to whom existence, as yet, is only hope and promise. + </p> + <p> + In the meanwhile, Adam Woodcock, the falconer, stripped of his masquing + habit, and attired, according to his rank and calling, in a green jerkin, + with a hawking-bag on the one side, and a short hanger on the other, a + glove on his left hand which reached half way up his arm, and a bonnet and + feather upon his head, came after the party as fast as his active little + galloway-nag could trot, and immediately entered into parley with Roland + Graeme. + </p> + <p> + “So, my youngster, you are once more under shadow of the holly-branch?” + </p> + <p> + “And in case to repay you, my good friend,” answered Roland, “your ten + groats of silver.” + </p> + <p> + “Which, but an hour since,” said the falconer, “you had nearly paid me + with ten inches of steel. On my faith, it is written in the book of our + destiny, that I must brook your dagger after all.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, speak not of that, my good friend,” said the youth, “I would rather + have broached my own bosom than yours; but who could have known you in the + mumming dress you wore?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” the falconer resumed,—for both as a poet and actor he had his + own professional share of self-conceit,—“I think I was as good a + Howleglas as ever played part at a Shrovetide revelry, and not a much + worse Abbot of Unreason. I defy the Old Enemy to unmask me when I choose + to keep my vizard on. What the devil brought the Knight on us before we + had the game out? You would have heard me hollo my own new ballad with a + voice should have reached to Berwick. But I pray you, Master Roland, be + less free of cold steel on slight occasions; since, but for the stuffing + of my reverend doublet, I had only left the kirk to take my place in the + kirkyard.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, spare me that feud,” said Roland Graeme, “we shall have no time to + fight it out; for, by our lord's command, I am bound for Edinburgh.” + </p> + <p> + “I know it,” said Adam Woodcock, “and even therefore we shall have time to + solder up this rent by the way, for Sir Halbert has appointed me your + companion and guide.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay? and with what purpose?” said the page. + </p> + <p> + “That,” said the falconer, “is a question I cannot answer; but I know, + that be the food of the eyases washed or unwashed, and, indeed, whatever + becomes of perch and mew, I am to go with you to Edinburgh, and see you + safely delivered to the Regent at Holyrood.” + </p> + <p> + “How, to the Regent?” said Roland, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, by my faith, to the Regent,” replied Woodcock; “I promise you, that + if you are not to enter his service, at least you are to wait upon him in + the character of a retainer of our Knight of Avenel.” + </p> + <p> + “I know no right,” said the youth, “which the Knight of Avenel hath to + transfer my service, supposing that I owe it to himself.” + </p> + <p> + “Hush, hush!” said the falconer; “that is a question I advise no one to + stir in until he has the mountain or the lake, or the march of another + kingdom, which is better than either, betwixt him and his feudal + superior.” + </p> + <p> + “But Sir Halbert Glendinning,” said the youth, “is not my feudal superior; + nor has he aught of authority—” + </p> + <p> + “I pray you, my son, to rein your tongue,” answered Adam Woodcock; “my + lord's displeasure, if you provoke it, will be worse to appease than my + lady's. The touch of his least finger were heavier than her hardest blow. + And, by my faith, he is a man of steel, as true and as pure, but as hard + and as pitiless. You remember the Cock of Capperlaw, whom he hanged over + his gate for a mere mistake—a poor yoke of oxen taken in Scotland, + when he thought he was taking them in English land? I loved the Cock of + Capperlaw; the Kerrs had not an honester man in their clan, and they have + had men that might have been a pattern to the Border—men that would + not have lifted under twenty cows at once, and would have held themselves + dishonoured if they had taken a drift of sheep, or the like, but always + managed their raids in full credit and honour.—But see, his worship + halts, and we are close by the bridge. Ride up—ride up—we must + have his last instructions.” + </p> + <p> + It was as Adam Woodcock said. In the hollow way descending towards the + bridge, which was still in the guardianship of Peter Bridgeward, as he was + called, though he was now very old, Sir Halbert Glendinning halted his + retinue, and beckoned to Woodcock and Graeme to advance to the head of the + train. + </p> + <p> + “Woodcock,” said he, “thou knowest to whom thou art to conduct this youth. + And thou, young man, obey discreetly and with diligence the orders that + shall be given thee. Curb thy vain and peevish temper. Be just, true, and + faithful; and there is in thee that which may raise thee many a degree + above thy present station. Neither shalt thou—always supposing thine + efforts to be fair and honest—want the protection and countenance of + Avenel.” + </p> + <p> + Leaving them in front of the bridge, the centre tower of which now began + to cast a prolonged shade upon the river, the Knight of Avenel turned to + the left, without crossing the river, and pursued his way towards the + chain of hills within whose recesses are situated the Lake and Castle of + Avenel. There remained behind, the falconer, Roland Graeme, and a domestic + of the Knight, of inferior rank, who was left with them to look after + their horses while on the road, to carry their baggage, and to attend to + their convenience. + </p> + <p> + So soon as the more numerous body of riders had turned off to pursue their + journey westward, those whose route lay across the river, and was directed + towards the north, summoned the Bridgeward, and demanded a free passage. + </p> + <p> + “I will not lower the bridge,” answered Peter, in a voice querulous with + age and ill-humour.—“Come Papist, come Protestant, ye are all the + same. The Papist threatened us with Purgatory, and fleeched us with + pardons—the Protestant mints at us with his sword, and cuttles us + with the liberty of conscience; but never a one of either says, 'Peter, + there is your penny.' I am well tired of all this, and for no man shall + the bridge fall that pays me not ready money; and I would have you know I + care as little for Geneva as for Rome—as little for homilies as for + pardons; and the silver pennies are the only passports I will hear of.” + </p> + <p> + “Here is a proper old chuff!” said Woodcock to his companion; then raising + his voice, he exclaimed, “Hark thee, dog—Bridgeward, villain, dost + thou think we have refused thy namesake Peter's pence to Rome, to pay + thine at the bridge of Kennaquhair? Let thy bridge down instantly to the + followers of the house of Avenel, or by the hand of my father, and that + handled many a bridle rein, for he was a bluff Yorkshireman—I say, + by my father's hand, our Knight will blow thee out of thy solan-goose's + nest there in the middle of the water, with the light falconet which we + are bringing southward from Edinburgh to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + The Bridgeward heard, and muttered, “A plague on falcon and falconet, on + cannon and demicannon, and all the barking bull-dogs whom they halloo + against stone and lime in these our days! It was a merry time when there + was little besides handy blows, and it may be a flight of arrows that + harmed an ashler wall as little as so many hailstones. But we must jouk + and let the jaw gang by.” Comforting himself in his state of diminished + consequence with this pithy old proverb, Peter Bridgeward lowered the + drawbridge, and permitted them to pass over. At the sight of his white + hair, albeit it discovered a visage equally peevish through age and + misfortune, Roland was inclined to give him an alms, but Adam Woodcock + prevented him. “E'en let him pay the penalty of his former churlishness + and greed,” he said; “the wolf, when he has lost his teeth, should be + treated no better than a cur.” + </p> + <p> + Leaving the Bridgeward to lament the alteration of times, which sent + domineering soldiers and feudal retainers to his place of passage, instead + of peaceful pilgrims, and reduced him to become the oppressed, instead of + playing the extortioner, the travellers turned them northward; and Adam + Woodcock, well acquainted with that part of the country, proposed to cut + short a considerable portion of the road, by traversing the little vale of + Glendearg, so famous for the adventures which befell therein during the + earlier part of the Benedictine's manuscript. With these, and with the + thousand commentaries, representations, and misrepresentations, to which + they had given rise, Roland Graeme was, of course, well acquainted; for in + the Castle of Avenel, as well as in other great establishments, the + inmates talked of nothing so often, or with such pleasure, as of the + private affairs of their lord and lady. But while Roland was viewing with + interest these haunted scenes, in which things were said to have passed + beyond the ordinary laws of nature, Adam Woodcock was still regretting in + his secret soul the unfinished revel and the unsung ballad, and kept every + now and then, breaking out with some such verses as these:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The Friars of Fail drank berry-brown ale, + The best that e'er was tasted; + The Monks of Melrose made gude kale + On Fridays, when they fasted. + Saint Monance' sister. + The gray priest kist her— + Fiend save the company! + Sing hay trix, trim-go-trix. + Under the greenwood tree.” + </pre> + <p> + “By my hand, friend Woodcock,” said the page, “though I know you for a + hardy gospeller, that fear neither saint nor devil, yet, if I were you, I + would not sing your profane songs in this valley of Glendearg, considering + what has happened here before our time.” + </p> + <p> + “A straw for your wandering spirits!” said Adam Woodcock; “I mind them no + more than an earn cares for a string of wild-geese—they have all + fled since the pulpits were filled with honest men, and the people's ears + with sound doctrine. Nay, I have a touch at them in my ballad, an I had + but had the good luck to have it sung to end;” and again he set off in the + same key: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + From haunted spring and grassy ring, + Troop goblin, elf, and fairy; + And the kelpie must flit from the black bog-pit, + And the brownie must not tarry; + To Limbo-lake, + Their way they take, + With scarce the pith to flee. + Sing hay trix, trim-go-trix, + Under the greenwood tree. +</pre> + <p> + “I think,” he added, “that could Sir Halbert's patience have stretched + till we came that length, he would have had a hearty laugh, and that is + what he seldom enjoys.” + </p> + <p> + “If it be all true that men tell of his early life,” said Roland, “he has + less right to laugh at goblins than most men.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, <i>if</i> it be all true,” answered Adam Woodcock; “but who can + ensure us of that? Moreover, these were but tales the monks used to gull + us simple laymen withal; they knew that fairies and hobgoblins brought + aves and paternosters into repute; but, now we have given up worship of + images in wood and stone, methinks it were no time to be afraid of bubbles + in the water, or shadows in the air.” + </p> + <p> + “However,” said Roland Graeme, “as the Catholics say they do not worship + wood or stone, but only as emblems of the holy saints, and not as things + holy in themselves——” + </p> + <p> + “Pshaw! pshaw!” answered the falconer; “a rush for their prating. They + told us another story when these baptized idols of theirs brought + pike-staves and sandalled shoon from all the four winds, and whillied the + old women out of their corn and their candle ends, and their butter, + bacon, wool, and cheese, and when not so much as a gray groat escaped + tithing.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme had been long taught, by necessity, to consider his form of + religion as a profound secret, and to say nothing whatever in its defence + when assailed, lest he should draw on himself the suspicion of belonging + to the unpopular and exploded church. He therefore suffered Adam Woodcock + to triumph without farther opposition, marvelling in his own mind whether + any of the goblins, formerly such active agents, would avenge his rude + raillery before they left the valley of Glendearg. But no such + consequences followed. They passed the night quietly in a cottage in the + glen, and the next day resumed their route to Edinburgh. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Seventeenth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Edina! Scotia's darling seat, All hail thy palaces and towers, +Where once, beneath a monarch's feet, Sate legislation's sovereign powers. + BURNS. +</pre> + <p> + “This, then, is Edinburgh?” said the youth, as the fellow-travellers + arrived at one of the heights to the southward, which commanded a view of + the great northern capital—“This is that Edinburgh of which we have + heard so much!” + </p> + <p> + “Even so,” said the falconer; “yonder stands Auld Reekie—you may see + the smoke hover over her at twenty miles' distance, as the gosshawk hangs + over a plump of young wild-ducks—ay, yonder is the heart of + Scotland, and each throb that she gives is felt from the edge of Solway to + Duncan's-bay-head. See, yonder is the old Castle; and see to the right, on + yon rising ground, that is the Castle of Craigmillar, which I have known a + merry place in my time.” + </p> + <p> + “Was it not there,” said the page in a low voice, “that the Queen held her + court?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ay,” replied the falconer, “Queen she was then, though you must not + call her so now. Well, they may say what they will—many a true heart + will be sad for Mary Stewart, e'en if all be true men say of her; for look + you, Master Roland—she was the loveliest creature to look upon that + I ever saw with eye, and no lady in the land liked better the fair flight + of a falcon. I was at the great match on Roslin Moor betwixt Bothwell—he + was a black sight to her that Bothwell—and the Baron of Roslin, who + could judge a hawk's flight as well as any man in Scotland—a butt of + Rhenish and a ring of gold was the wager, and it was flown as fairly for + as ever was red gold and bright wine. And to see her there on her white + palfrey, that flew as if it scorned to touch more than the heather + blossom; and to hear her voice, as clear and sweet as the mavis's whistle, + mix among our jolly whooping and whistling; and to mark all the nobles + dashing round her; happiest he who got a word or a look—tearing + through moss and hagg, and venturing neck and limb to gain the praise of a + bold rider, and the blink of a bonny Queen's bright eye!—she will + see little hawking where she lies now—ay, ay, pomp and pleasure pass + away as speedily as the wap of a falcon's wing.” + </p> + <p> + “And where is this poor Queen now confined?” said Roland Graeme, + interested in the fate of a woman whose beauty and grace had made so + strong an impression even on the blunt and careless character of Adam + Woodcock. + </p> + <p> + “Where is she now imprisoned?” said honest Adam; “why, in some castle in + the north, they say—I know not where, for my part, nor is it worth + while to vex one's sell anent what cannot be mended—An she had + guided her power well whilst she had it, she had not come to so evil a + pass. Men say she must resign her crown to this little baby of a prince, + for that they will trust her with it no longer. Our master has been as + busy as his neighbours in all this work. If the Queen should come to her + own again, Avenel Castle is like to smoke for it, unless he makes his + bargain all the better.” “In a castle in the north Queen Mary is + confined?” said the page. “Why, ay—they say so, at least—In a + castle beyond that great river which comes down yonder, and looks like a + river, but it is a branch of the sea, and as bitter as brine.” + </p> + <p> + “And amongst all her subjects,” said the page, with some emotion, “is + there none that will adventure anything for her relief?” + </p> + <p> + “That is a kittle question,” said the falconer; “and if you ask it often, + Master Roland, I am fain to tell you that you will be mewed up yourself in + some of those castles, if they do not prefer twisting your head off, to + save farther trouble with you—Adventure any thing? Lord, why, Murray + has the wind in his poop now, man, and flies so high and strong, that the + devil a wing of them can match him—No, no; there she is, and there + she must lie, till Heaven send her deliverance, or till her son has the + management of all—But Murray will never let her loose again, he + knows her too well.—And hark thee, we are now bound for Holyrood, + where thou wilt find plenty of news, and of courtiers to tell it—But, + take my counsel, and keep a calm sough, as the Scots say—hear every + man's counsel, and keep your own. And if you hap to learn any news you + like, leap not up as if you were to put on armour direct in the cause—Our + old Mr. Wingate says—and he knows court-cattle well—that if + you are told old King Coul is come alive again, you should turn it off + with, 'And is he in truth?—I heard not of it,' and should seem no + more moved, than if one told you, by way of novelty, that old King Coul + was dead and buried. Wherefore, look well to your bearing, Master Roland, + for, I promise you, you come among a generation that are keen as a hungry + hawk—And never be dagger out of sheath at every wry word you hear + spoken; for you will find as hot blades as yourself, and then will be + letting of blood without advice either of leech or almanack.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall see how staid I will be, and how cautious, my good friend,” + said Graeme; “but, blessed Lady, what goodly house is that which is lying + all in ruins so close to the city? Have they been playing at the Abbot of + Unreason here, and ended the gambol by burning the church?” + </p> + <p> + “There again now,” replied his companion, “you go down the wind like a + wild haggard, that minds neither lure nor beck—that is a question + you should have asked in as low a tone as I shall answer it.” + </p> + <p> + “If I stay here long,” said Roland Graeme, “it is like I shall lose the + natural use of my voice—but what are the ruins then?” + </p> + <p> + “The Kirk of Field,” said the falconer, in a low and impressive whisper, + laying at the same time his finger on his lip; “ask no more about it—somebody + got foul play, and somebody got the blame of it; and the game began there + which perhaps may not be played out in our time.—Poor Henry Darnley! + to be an ass, he understood somewhat of a hawk; but they sent him on the + wing through the air himself one bright moonlight night.” + </p> + <p> + The memory of this catastrophe was so recent, that the page averted his + eyes with horror from the scathed ruins in which it had taken place; and + the accusations against the Queen, to which it had given rise, came over + his mind with such strength as to balance the compassion he had begun to + entertain for her present forlorn situation. + </p> + <p> + It was, indeed, with that agitating state of mind which arises partly from + horror, but more from anxious interest and curiosity, that young Graeme + found himself actually traversing the scene of those tremendous events, + the report of which had disturbed the most distant solitudes in Scotland, + like the echoes of distant thunder rolling among the mountains. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” he thought, “now or never shall I become a man, and bear my part in + those deeds which the simple inhabitants of our hamlets repeat to each + other, as if they were wrought by beings of a superior order to their own. + I will know now, wherefore the Knight of Avenel carries his crest so much + above those of the neighbouring baronage, and how it is that men, by + valour and wisdom, work their way from the hoddin-gray coat to the cloak + of scarlet and gold. Men say I have not much wisdom to recommend me; and + if that be true, courage must do it; for I will be a man amongst living + men, or a dead corpse amongst the dead.” + </p> + <p> + From these dreams of ambition he turned his thoughts to those of pleasure, + and began to form many conjectures, when and where he should see Catherine + Seyton, and in what manner their acquaintance was to be renewed. With such + conjectures he was amusing himself, when he found that they had entered + the city, and all other feelings were suspended in the sensation of giddy + astonishment with which an inhabitant of the country is affected, when, + for the first time, he finds himself in the streets of a large and + populous city, a unit in the midst of thousands. + </p> + <p> + The principal street of Edinburgh was then, as now, one of the most + spacious in Europe. The extreme height of the houses, and the variety of + Gothic gables and battlements, and balconies, by which the sky-line on + each side was crowned and terminated, together with the width of the + street itself, might have struck with surprise a more practised eye than + that of young Graeme. The population, close packed within the walls of the + city, and at this time increased by the number of the lords of the King's + party who had thronged to Edinburgh to wait upon the Regent Murray, + absolutely swarmed like bees on the wide and stately street. Instead of + the shop-windows, which are now calculated for the display of goods, the + traders had their open booths projecting on the street, in which, as in + the fashion of the modern bazaars, all was exposed which they had upon + sale. And though the commodities were not of the richest kinds, yet Graeme + thought he beheld the wealth of the whole world in the various bales of + Flanders cloths, and the specimens of tapestry; and, at other places, the + display of domestic utensils and pieces of plate struck him with wonder. + The sight of cutlers' booths, furnished with swords and poniards, which + were manufactured in Scotland, and with pieces of defensive armour, + imported from Flanders, added to his surprise; and, at every step, he + found so much to admire and gaze upon, that Adam Woodcock had no little + difficulty in prevailing on him to advance through such a scene of + enchantment. + </p> + <p> + The sight of the crowds which filled the streets was equally a subject of + wonder. Here a gay lady, in her muffler, or silken veil, traced her way + delicately, a gentleman-usher making way for her, a page bearing up her + train, and a waiting gentlewoman carrying her Bible, thus intimating that + her purpose was towards the church—There he might see a group of + citizens bending the same way, with their short Flemish cloaks, wide + trowsers, and high-caped doublets, a fashion to which, as well as to their + bonnet and feather, the Scots were long faithful. Then, again, came the + clergyman himself, in his black Geneva cloak and band, lending a grave and + attentive ear to the discourse of several persons who accompanied him, and + who were doubtless holding serious converse on the religious subject he + was about to treat of. Nor did there lack passengers of a different class + and appearance. + </p> + <p> + At every turn, Roland Graeme might see a gallant ruffle along in the newer + or French mode, his doublet slashed, and his points of the same colours + with the lining, his long sword on one side, and his poniard on the other, + behind him a body of stout serving men, proportioned to his estate and + quality, all of whom walked with the air of military retainers, and were + armed with sword and buckler, the latter being a small round shield, not + unlike the Highland target, having a steel spike in the centre. Two of + these parties, each headed by a person of importance, chanced to meet in + the very centre of the street, or, as it was called, “the crown of the + cause-way,” a post of honour as tenaciously asserted in Scotland, as that + of giving or taking the wall used to be in the more southern part of the + island. The two leaders being of equal rank, and, most probably, either + animated by political dislike, or by recollection of some feudal enmity, + marched close up to each other, without yielding an inch to the right or + the left; and neither showing the least purpose of giving way, they + stopped for an instant, and then drew their swords. Their followers + imitated their example; about a score of weapons at once flashed in the + sun, and there was an immediate clatter of swords and bucklers, while the + followers on either side cried their master's name; the one shouting + “Help, a Leslie! a Leslie!” while the others answered with shouts of + “Seyton! Seyton!” with the additional punning slogan, “Set on, set on—bear + the knaves to the ground!” + </p> + <p> + If the falconer found difficulty in getting the page to go forward before, + it was now perfectly impossible. He reined up his horse, clapped his + hands, and, delighted with the fray, cried and shouted as fast as any of + those who were actually engaged in it. + </p> + <p> + The noise and cries thus arising on the Highgate, as it was called, drew + into the quarrel two or three other parties of gentlemen and their + servants, besides some single passengers, who, hearing a fray betwixt + these two distinguished names, took part in it, either for love or hatred. + </p> + <p> + The combat became now very sharp, and although the sword-and-buckler men + made more clatter and noise than they did real damage, yet several good + cuts were dealt among them; and those who wore rapiers, a more formidable + weapon than the ordinary Scottish swords, gave and received dangerous + wounds. Two men were already stretched on the causeway, and the party of + Seyton began to give ground, being much inferior in number to the other, + with which several of the citizens had united themselves, when young + Roland Graeme, beholding their leader, a noble gentleman, fighting + bravely, and hard pressed with numbers, could withhold no longer. “Adam + Woodcock,” he said, “an you be a man, draw, and let us take part with the + Seyton.” And, without waiting a reply, or listening to the falconer's + earnest entreaty, that he would leave alone a strife in which he had no + concern, the fiery youth sprung from his horse, drew his short sword, and + shouting like the rest, “A Seyton! a Seyton! Set on! set on!” thrust + forward into the throng, and struck down one of those who was pressing + hardest upon the gentleman whose cause he espoused. This sudden + reinforcement gave spirit to the weaker party, who began to renew the + combat with much alacrity, when four of the magistrates of the city, + distinguished by their velvet cloaks and gold chains, came up with a guard + of halberdiers and citizens, armed with long weapons, and well accustomed + to such service, thrust boldly forward, and compelled the swordsmen to + separate, who immediately retreated in different directions, leaving such + of the wounded on both sides, as had been disabled in the fray, lying on + the street. + </p> + <p> + The falconer, who had been tearing his beard for anger at his comrade's + rashness, now rode up to him with the horse which he had caught by the + bridle, and accosted him with “Master Roland—master goose—master + mad-cap—will it please you to get on horse, and budge? or will you + remain here to be carried to prison, and made to answer for this pretty + day's work?” + </p> + <p> + The page, who had begun his retreat along with the Seytons, just as if he + had been one of their natural allies, was by this unceremonious + application made sensible that he was acting a foolish part; and, obeying + Adam Woodcock with some sense of shame, he sprung actively on horseback, + and upsetting with the shoulder of the animal a city-officer, who was + making towards him, he began to ride smartly down the street, along with + his companion, and was quickly out of the reach of the hue and cry. In + fact, rencounters of the kind were so common in Edinburgh at that period, + that the disturbance seldom excited much attention after the affray was + over, unless some person of consequence chanced to have fallen, an + incident which imposed on his friends the duty of avenging his death on + the first convenient opportunity. So feeble, indeed, was the arm of the + police, that it was not unusual for such skirmishes to last for hours, + where the parties were numerous and well matched. But at this time the + Regent, a man of great strength of character, aware of the mischief which + usually arose from such acts of violence, had prevailed with the + magistrates to keep a constant guard on foot for preventing or separating + such affrays as had happened in the present case. + </p> + <p> + The falconer and his young companion were now riding down the Canongate, + and had slackened their pace to avoid attracting attention, the rather + that there seemed to be no appearance of pursuit. Roland hung his head as + one who was conscious his conduct had been none of the wisest, whilst his + companion thus addressed him: + </p> + <p> + “Will you be pleased to tell me one thing, Master Roland Graeme, and that + is, whether there be a devil incarnate in you or no?” + </p> + <p> + “Truly, Master Adam Woodcock,” answered the page, “I would fain hope there + is not.” + </p> + <p> + “Then,” said Adam, “I would fain know by what other influence or + instigation you are perpetually at one end or the other of some bloody + brawl? What, I pray, had you to do with these Seytons and Leslies, that + you never heard the names of in your life before?” + </p> + <p> + “You are out there, my friend,” said Roland Graeme, “I have my own reasons + for being a friend to the Seytons.” + </p> + <p> + “They must have been very secret reasons then,” answered Adam Woodcock, + “for I think I could have wagered, you had never known one of the name; + and I am apt to believe still, that it was your unhallowed passion for + that clashing of cold iron, which has as much charm for you as the clatter + of a brass pan hath for a hive of bees, rather than any care either for + Seyton or for Leslie, that persuaded you to thrust your fool's head into a + quarrel that no ways concerned you. But take this for a warning, my young + master, that if you are to draw sword with every man who draws sword on + the Highgate here, it will be scarce worth your while to sheathe bilbo + again for the rest of your life, since, if I guess rightly, it will scarce + endure on such terms for many hours—all which I leave to your + serious consideration.” + </p> + <p> + “By my word, Adam, I honour your advice; and I promise you, that I will + practise by it as faithfully as if I were sworn apprentice to you, to the + trade and mystery of bearing myself with all wisdom and safety through the + new paths of life that I am about to be engaged in.” + </p> + <p> + “And therein you will do well,” said the falconer; “and I do not quarrel + with you, Master Roland, for having a grain over much spirit, because I + know one may bring to the hand a wild hawk which one never can a dung-hill + hen—and so betwixt two faults you have the best on't. But besides + your peculiar genius for quarrelling and lugging out your side companion, + my dear Master Roland, you have also the gift of peering under every + woman's muffler and screen, as if you expected to find an old + acquaintance. Though were you to spy one, I should be as much surprised at + it, well wotting how few you have seen of these same wild-fowl, as I was + at your taking so deep an interest even now in the Seyton.” + </p> + <p> + “Tush, man! nonsense and folly,” answered Roland Graeme, “I but sought to + see what eyes these gentle hawks have got under their hood.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but it's a dangerous subject of inquiry,” said the falconer; “you had + better hold out your bare wrist for an eagle to perch upon.—Look + you, Master Roland, these pretty wild-geese cannot be hawked at without + risk—they have as many divings, boltings, and volleyings, as the + most gamesome quarry that falcon ever flew at—And besides, every + woman of them is manned with her husband, or her kind friend, or her + brother, or her cousin, or her sworn servant at the least—But you + heed me not, Master Roland, though I know the game so well—your eye + is all on that pretty damsel who trips down the gate before us—by my + certes, I will warrant her a blithe dancer either in reel or revel—a + pair of silver morisco bells would become these pretty ankles as well as + the jesses would suit the fairest Norway hawk.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art a fool, Adam,” said the page, “and I care not a button about the + girl or her ankles—But, what the foul fiend, one must look at + something!” + </p> + <p> + “Very true, Master Roland Graeme,” said his guide, “but let me pray you to + choose your objects better. Look you, there is scarce a woman walks this + High-gate with a silk screen or a pearlin muffler, but, as I said before, + she has either gentleman-usher before her, or kinsman, or lover, or + husband, at her elbow, or it may be a brace of stout fellows with sword + and buckler, not so far behind but what they can follow close—But + you heed me no more than a goss-hawk minds a yellow yoldring.” + </p> + <p> + “O yes, I do—I do mind you indeed,” said Roland Graeme; “but hold my + nag a bit—I will be with you in the exchange of a whistle.” So + saying, and ere Adam Woodcock could finish the sermon which was dying on + his tongue, Roland Graeme, to the falconer's utter astonishment, threw him + the bridle of his jennet, jumped off horseback, and pursued down one of + the closes or narrow lanes, which, opening under a vault, terminate upon + the main-street, the very maiden to whom his friend had accused him of + showing so much attention, and who had turned down the pass in question. + </p> + <p> + “Saint Mary, Saint Magdalen, Saint Benedict, Saint Barnabas!” said the + poor falconer, when he found himself thus suddenly brought to a pause in + the midst of the Canongate, and saw his young charge start off like a + madman in quest of a damsel whom he had never, as Adam supposed, seen in + his life before,—“Saint Satan and Saint Beelzebub—for this + would make one swear saint and devil—what can have come over the + lad, with a wanion! And what shall I do the whilst!—he will have his + throat cut, the poor lad, as sure as I was born at the foot of + Roseberry-Topping. Could I find some one to hold the horses! but they are + as sharp here north-away as in canny Yorkshire herself, and quit bridle, + quit titt, as we say. An I could but see one of our folks now, a + holly-sprig were worth a gold tassel; or could I but see one of the + Regent's men—but to leave the horses to a stranger, that I cannot—and + to leave the place while the lad is in jeopardy, that I wonot.” + </p> + <p> + We must leave the falconer, however, in the midst of his distress, and + follow the hot-headed youth who was the cause of his perplexity. + </p> + <p> + The latter part of Adam Woodcock's sage remonstrance had been in a great + measure lost upon Roland, for whose benefit it was intended; because, in + one of the female forms which tripped along the street, muffled in a veil + of striped silk, like the women of Brussels at this day, his eye had + discerned something which closely resembled the exquisite shape and + spirited bearing of Catherine Seyton.—During all the grave advice + which the falconer was dinning in his ears, his eye continued intent upon + so interesting an object of observation; and at length, as the damsel, + just about to dive under one of the arched passages which afforded an + outlet to the Canongate from the houses beneath, (a passage, graced by a + projecting shield of arms, supported by two huge foxes of stone,) had + lifted her veil for the purpose perhaps of descrying who the horseman was + who for some time had eyed her so closely, young Roland saw, under the + shade of the silken plaid, enough of the bright azure eyes, fair locks, + and blithe features, to induce him, like an inexperienced and rash madcap, + whose wilful ways never had been traversed by contradiction, nor much + subjected to consideration, to throw the bridle of his horse into Adam + Woodcock's hand, and leave him to play the waiting gentleman, while he + dashed down the paved court after Catherine Seyton—all as aforesaid. + </p> + <p> + Women's wits are proverbially quick, but apparently those of Catherine + suggested no better expedient than fairly to betake herself to speed of + foot, in hopes of baffling the page's vivacity, by getting safely lodged + before he could discover where. But a youth of eighteen, in pursuit of a + mistress, is not so easily outstripped. Catherine fled across a paved + court, decorated with large formal vases of stone, in which yews, + cypresses, and other evergreens, vegetated in sombre sullenness, and gave + a correspondent degree of solemnity to the high and heavy building in + front of which they were placed as ornaments, aspiring towards a square + portion of the blue hemisphere, corresponding exactly in extent to the + quadrangle in which they were stationed, and all around which rose huge + black walls, exhibiting windows in rows of five stories, with heavy + architraves over each, bearing armorial and religious devices. + </p> + <p> + Through this court Catherine Seyton flashed like a hunted doe, making the + best use of those pretty legs which had attracted the commendation even of + the reflective and cautious Adam Woodcock. She hastened towards a large + door in the centre of the lower front of the court, pulled the bobbin till + the latch flew up, and ensconced herself in the ancient mansion. But, if + she fled like a doe, Roland Graeme followed with the speed and ardour of a + youthful stag-hound, loosed for the first time on his prey. He kept her in + view in spite of her efforts; for it is remarkable what an advantage, in + such a race, the gallant who desires to see, possesses over the maiden who + wishes not to be seen—an advantage which I have known counterbalance + a great start in point of distance. In short, he saw the waving of her + screen, or veil, at one corner, heard the tap of her foot, light as that + was, as it crossed the court, and caught a glimpse of her figure just as + she entered the door of the mansion. + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme, inconsiderate and headlong as we have described him, having + no knowledge of real life but from the romances which he had read, and not + an idea of checking himself in the midst of any eager impulse; possessed, + besides, of much courage and readiness, never hesitated for a moment to + approach the door through which the object of his search had disappeared. + He, too, pulled the bobbin, and the latch, though heavy and massive, + answered to the summons, and arose. The page entered with the same + precipitation which had marked his whole proceeding, and found himself in + a large hall, or vestibule, dimly enlightened by latticed casements of + painted glass, and rendered yet dimmer through the exclusion of the + sunbeams, owing to the height of the walls of those buildings by which the + court-yard was enclosed. The walls of the hall were surrounded with suits + of ancient and rusted armour, interchanged with huge and massive stone + scutcheons, bearing double tressures, fleured and counter-fleured, + wheat-sheaves, coronets, and so forth, things to which Roland Graeme gave + not a moment's attention. + </p> + <p> + In fact, he only deigned to observe the figure of Catherine Seyton, who, + deeming herself safe in the hall, had stopped to take breath after her + course, and was reposing herself for a moment on a large oaken settle + which stood at the upper end of the hall. The noise of Roland's entrance + at once disturbed her; she started up with a faint scream of surprise, and + escaped through one of the several folding-doors which opened into this + apartment as a common centre. This door, which Roland Graeme instantly + approached, opened on a large and well-lighted gallery, at the upper end + of which he could hear several voices, and the noise of hasty steps + approaching towards the hall or vestibule. A little recalled to sober + thought by an appearance of serious danger, he was deliberating whether he + should stand fast or retire, when Catherine Seyton re-entered from a side + door, running towards him with as much speed as a few minutes since she + had fled from him. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, what mischief brought you hither?” she said; “fly—fly, or you + are a dead man,—or stay—they come—flight is impossible—say + you came to ask for Lord Seyton.” + </p> + <p> + She sprung from him and disappeared through the door by which she had made + her second appearance; and, at the same instant, a pair of large + folding-doors at the upper end of the gallery flew open with vehemence, + and six or seven young gentlemen, richly dressed, pressed forward into the + apartment, having, for the greater part, their swords drawn. + </p> + <p> + “Who is it,” said one, “dare intrude on us in our own mansion?” + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0275}.jpg" alt="{0275}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0275}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “Cut him to pieces,” said another; “let him pay for this day's insolence + and violence—he is some follower of the Rothes.” + </p> + <p> + “No, by Saint Mary,” said another; “he is a follower of the arch-fiend and + ennobled clown Halbert Glendinning, who takes the style of Avenel—once + a church-vassal, now a pillager of the church.” + </p> + <p> + “It is so,” said a fourth; “I know him by the holly-sprig, which is their + cognizance. Secure the door, he must answer for this insolence.” + </p> + <p> + Two of the gallants, hastily drawing their weapons, passed on to the door + by which Roland had entered the hall, and stationed themselves there as if + to prevent his escape. The others advanced on Graeme, who had just sense + enough to perceive that any attempt at resistance would be alike fruitless + and imprudent. At once, and by various voices, none of which sounded + amicably, the page was required to say who he was, whence he came, his + name, his errand, and who sent him hither. The number of the questions + demanded of him at once, afforded a momentary apology for his remaining + silent, and ere that brief truce had elapsed, a personage entered the + hall, at whose appearance those who had gathered fiercely around Roland, + fell back with respect. + </p> + <p> + This was a tall man, whose dark hair was already grizzled, though his high + and haughty features retained all the animation of youth. The upper part + of his person was undressed to his Holland shirt, whose ample folds were + stained with blood. But he wore a mantle of crimson, lined with rich fur, + cast around him, which supplied the deficiency of his dress. On his head + he had a crimson velvet bonnet, looped up on one side with a small golden + chain of many links, which, going thrice around the hat, was fastened by a + medal, agreeable to the fashion amongst the grandees of the time. + </p> + <p> + “Whom have you here, sons and kinsmen,” said he, “around whom you crowd + thus roughly?—Know you not that the shelter of this roof should + secure every one fair treatment, who shall come hither either in fair + peace, or in open and manly hostility?” + </p> + <p> + “But here, my lord,” answered one of the youths, “is a knave who comes on + treacherous espial!” + </p> + <p> + “I deny the charge!” said Roland Graeme, boldly, “I came to inquire after + my Lord Seyton.” + </p> + <p> + “A likely tale,” answered his accusers, “in the mouth of a follower of + Glendinning.” + </p> + <p> + “Stay, young men,” said the Lord Seyton, for it was that nobleman himself, + “let me look at this youth—By heaven, it is the very same who came + so boldly to my side not very many minutes since, when some of my own + knaves bore themselves with more respect to their own worshipful safety + than to mine! Stand back from him, for he well deserves honour and a + friendly welcome at your hands, instead of this rough treatment.” + </p> + <p> + They fell back on all sides, obedient to Lord Seyton's commands, who, + taking Roland Graeme by the hand, thanked him for his prompt and gallant + assistance, adding, that he nothing doubted, “the same interest which he + had taken in his cause in the affray, brought him hither to inquire after + his hurt.” + </p> + <p> + Roland bowed low in acquiescence. + </p> + <p> + “Or is there any thing in which I can serve you, to show my sense of your + ready gallantry?” + </p> + <p> + But the page, thinking it best to abide by the apology for his visit which + the Lord Seyton had so aptly himself suggested, replied, “that to be + assured of his lordship's safety, had been the only cause of his + intrusion. He judged,” he added, “he had seen him receive some hurt in the + affray.” + </p> + <p> + “A trifle,” said Lord Seyton; “I had but stripped my doublet, that the + chirurgeon might put some dressing on the paltry scratch, when these rash + boys interrupted us with their clamour.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme, making a low obeisance, was now about to depart, for, + relieved from the danger of being treated as a spy, he began next to fear, + that his companion, Adam Woodcock, whom he had so unceremoniously quitted, + would either bring him into some farther dilemma, by venturing into the + hotel in quest of him, or ride off and leave him behind altogether. But + Lord Seyton did not permit him to escape so easily. “Tarry,” he said, + “young man, and let me know thy rank and name. The Seyton has of late been + more wont to see friends and followers shrink from his side, than to + receive aid from strangers-but a new world may come around, in which he + may have the chance of rewarding his well-wishers.” + </p> + <p> + “My name is Roland Graeme, my lord,” answered the youth, “a page, who, for + the present, is in the service of Sir Halbert Glendinning.” + </p> + <p> + “I said so from the first,” said one of the young men; “my life I will + wager, that this is a shaft out of the heretic's quiver-a stratagem from + first to last, to injeer into your confidence some espial of his own. They + know how to teach both boys and women to play the intelligencers.” + </p> + <p> + “That is false, if it be spoken of me,” said Roland; “no man in Scotland + should teach me such a foul part!” + </p> + <p> + “I believe thee, boy,” said Lord Seyton, “for thy strokes were too fair to + be dealt upon an understanding with those that were to receive them. + Credit me, however, I little expected to have help at need from one of + your master's household; and I would know what moved thee in my quarrel, + to thine own endangering?” + </p> + <p> + “So please you, my lord,” said Roland, “I think my master himself would + not have stood by, and seen an honourable man borne to earth by odds, if + his single arm could help him. Such, at least, is the lesson we were + taught in chivalry, at the Castle of Avenel.” + </p> + <p> + “The good seed hath fallen into good ground, young man,” said Seyton; + “but, alas! if thou practise such honourable war in these dishonourable + days, when right is every where borne down by mastery, thy life, my poor + boy, will be but a short one.” + </p> + <p> + “Let it be short, so it be honourable,” said Roland Graeme; “and permit me + now, my lord, to commend me to your grace, and to take my leave. A comrade + waits with my horse in the street.” + </p> + <p> + “Take this, however, young man,” said Lord Seyton, + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: George, fifth Lord Seton, was immovably faithful to Queen Mary + during all the mutabilities of her fortune. He was grand master of the + household, in which capacity he had a picture painted of himself, with his + official baton, and the following motto: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + In adversitate, patiens; + In prosperitate, benevolus. + Hazard, yet forward. +</pre> + <p> + On various parts of his castle he inscribed, as expressing his religious + and political creed, the legend: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Un Dieu, un Foy, un Roy, un Loy. +</pre> + <p> + He declined to be promoted to an earldom, which Queen Mary offered him at + the same time when she advanced her natural brother to be Earl of Mar, and + afterwards of Murray. + </p> + <p> + On his refusing this honour, Mary wrote, or caused to be written, the + following lines in Latin and French: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Sunt comites, ducesque alii; sunt denique reges; + Sethom dominum sit satis esse mihi. + + Il y a des comptes, des roys, des ducs; ainsi + C'est assez pour moy d'estre Seigneur de Seton. +</pre> + <p> + Which may be thus rendered:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Earl, duke, or king, be thou that list to be: + Seton, thy lordship is enough for me. +</pre> + <p> + This distich reminds us of the “pride which aped humility,” in the motto + of the house of Couci: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Je suis ni roy, ni prince aussi; + Je suis le Seigneur de Coucy. +</pre> + <p> + After the battle of Langside, Lord Seton was obliged to retire abroad for + safety, and was an exile for two years, during which he was reduced to the + necessity of driving a waggon in Flanders for his subsistence. He rose to + favour in James VI's reign, and assuming his paternal property, had + himself painted in his waggoner's dress, and in the act of driving a wain + with four horses, on the north end of a stately gallery at Seton Castle] + </p> + <p> + undoing from his bonnet the golden chain and medal, “and wear it for my + sake.” + </p> + <p> + With no little pride Roland Graeme accepted the gift, which he hastily + fastened around his bonnet, as he had seen gallants wear such an ornament, + and renewing his obeisance to the Baron, left the hall, traversed the + court, and appeared in the street, just as Adam Woodcock, vexed and + anxious at his delay, had determined to leave the horses to their fate, + and go in quest of his youthful comrade. “Whose barn hast thou broken + next?” he exclaimed, greatly relieved by his appearance, although his + countenance indicated that he had passed through an agitating scene. + </p> + <p> + “Ask me no questions,” said Roland, leaping gaily on his horse; “but see + how short time it takes to win a chain of gold,” pointing to that which he + now wore. + </p> + <p> + “Now, God forbid that thou hast either stolen it, or reft it by violence,” + said the falconer; “for, otherwise, I wot not how the devil thou couldst + compass it. I have been often here, ay, for months at an end, and no one + gave me either chain or medal.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou seest I have got one on shorter acquaintance with the city,” + answered the page, “but set thine honest heart at rest; that which is + fairly won and freely given, is neither reft nor stolen.” + </p> + <p> + “Marry, hang thee, with thy fanfarona [Footnote: A name given to the gold + chains worn by the military men of the period. It is of Spanish origin: + for the fashion of wearing these costly ornaments was much followed + amongst the conquerors of the New World.] about thy neck!” said the + falconer; “I think water will not drown, nor hemp strangle thee. Thou hast + been discarded as my lady's page, to come in again as my lord's squire; + and for following a noble young damsel into some great household, thou + gettest a chain and medal, where another would have had the baton across + his shoulders, if he missed having the dirk in his body. But here we come + in front of the old Abbey. Bear thy good luck with you when you cross + these paved stones, and, by our Lady, you may brag Scotland.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, they checked their horses, where the huge old vaulted + entrance to the Abbey or Palace of Holyrood crossed the termination of the + street down which they had proceeded. The courtyard of the palace opened + within this gloomy porch, showing the front of an irregular pile of + monastic buildings, one wing of which is still extant, forming a part of + the modern palace, erected in the days of Charles I. + </p> + <p> + At the gate of the porch the falconer and page resigned their horses to + the serving-man in attendance; the falconer commanding him with an air of + authority, to carry them safely to the stables. “We follow,” he said, “the + Knight of Avenel—We must bear ourselves for what we are here,” said + he in a whisper to Roland, “for every one here is looked on as they demean + themselves; and he that is too modest must to the wall, as the proverb + says; therefore cock thy bonnet, man, and let us brook the causeway + bravely.” + </p> + <p> + Assuming, therefore, an air of consequence, corresponding to what he + supposed to be his master's importance and quality, Adam Woodcock led the + way into the courtyard of the Palace of Holyrood. + </p> + <p> + He appears to have been fond of the arts; for there exists a beautiful + family-piece of him in the centre of his family. Mr. Pinkerton, in his + Scottish Iconographia, published an engraving of this curious portrait. + The original is the property of Lord Somerville, nearly connected with the + Seton family, and is at present at his lordship's fishing villa of the + Pavilion, near Melrose. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Eighteenth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + —The sky is clouded, Gaspard, + And the vexed ocean sleeps a troubled sleep, + Beneath a lurid gleam of parting sunshine. + Such slumber hangs o'er discontented lands, + While factions doubt, as yet, if they have strength + To front the open battle. + ALBION—A POEM. +</pre> + <p> + The youthful page paused on the entrance of the court-yard, and implored + his guide to give him a moment's breathing space. “Let me but look around + me, man,” said he; “you consider not I have never seen such a scene as + this before.—And this is Holyrood—the resort of the gallant + and gay, and the fair, and the wise, and the powerful!” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, marry, is it!” said Woodcock; “but I wish I could hood thee as they + do the hawks, for thou starest as wildly as if you sought another fray or + another fanfarona. I would I had thee safely housed, for thou lookest wild + as a goss-hawk.” + </p> + <p> + It was indeed no common sight to Roland, the vestibule of a palace + traversed by its various groups,—some radiant with gaiety—some + pensive, and apparently weighed down by affairs concerning the state, or + concerning themselves. Here the hoary statesman, with his cautious yet + commanding look, his furred cloak and sable pantoufles; there the soldier + in buff and steel, his long sword jarring against the pavement, and his + whiskered upper lip and frowning brow, looking an habitual defiance of + danger, which perhaps was not always made good; there again passed my + lord's serving-man, high of heart, and bloody of hand, humble to his + master and his master's equals, insolent to all others. To these might be + added, the poor suitor, with his anxious look and depressed mien—the + officer, full of his brief authority, elbowing his betters, and possibly + his benefactors, out of the road—the proud priest, who sought a + better benefice—the proud baron, who sought a grant of church lands—the + robber chief, who came to solicit a pardon for the injuries he had + inflicted on his neighbors—the plundered franklin, who came to seek + vengeance for that which he had himself received. Besides there was the + mustering and disposition of guards and soldiers—the despatching of + messengers, and the receiving them—the trampling and neighing of + horses without the gate—the flashing of arms, and rustling of + plumes, and jingling of spurs, within it. In short, it was that gay and + splendid confusion, in which the eye of youth sees all that is brave and + brilliant, and that of experience much that is doubtful, deceitful, false, + and hollow—hopes that will never be gratified—promises which + will never be fulfilled—pride in the disguise of humility—and + insolence in that of frank and generous bounty. + </p> + <p> + As, tired of the eager and enraptured attention which the page gave to a + scene so new to him, Adam Woodcock endeavoured to get him to move forward, + before his exuberance of astonishment should attract the observation of + the sharp-witted denizens of the court, the falconer himself became an + object of attention to a gay menial in a dark-green bonnet and feather, + with a cloak of a corresponding colour, laid down, as the phrase then + went, by six broad bars of silver lace, and welted with violet and silver. + The words of recognition burst from both at once. “What! Adam Woodcock at + court!” and “What! Michael Wing-the-wind—and how runs the hackit + greyhound bitch now?” + </p> + <p> + “The waur for the wear, like ourselves, Adam—eight years this grass—no + four legs will carry a dog forever; but we keep her for the breed, and so + she 'scapes Border doom—But why stand you gazing there? I promise + you my lord has wished for you, and asked for you.” + </p> + <p> + “My Lord of Murray asked for me, and he Regent of the kingdom too!” said + Adam. “I hunger and thirst to pay my duty to my good lord;—but I + fancy his good lordship remembers the day's sport on Carnwath-moor; and my + Drummelzier falcon, that beat the hawks from the Isle of Man, and won his + lordship a hundred crowns from the Southern baron whom they called + Stanley.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, not to flatter thee, Adam,” said his court-friend, “he remembers + nought of thee, or of thy falcon either. He hath flown many a higher + flight since that, and struck his quarry too. But come, come hither away; + I trust we are to be good comrades on the old score.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” said Adam, “you would have me crush a pot with you; but I must + first dispose of my eyas, where he will neither have girl to chase, nor + lad to draw sword upon.” + </p> + <p> + “Is the youngster such a one?” said Michael. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, by my hood, he flies at all game,” replied Woodcock. + </p> + <p> + “Then had he better come with us,” said Michael Wing-the-wind; “for we + cannot have a proper carouse just now, only I would wet my lips, and so + must you. I want to hear the news from Saint Mary's before you see my + lord, and I will let you know how the wind sits up yonder.” + </p> + <p> + While he thus spoke, he led the way to a side door which opened into the + court; and threading several dark passages with the air of one who knew + the most secret recesses of the palace, conducted them to a small matted + chamber, where he placed bread and cheese and a foaming flagon of ale + before the falconer and his young companion, who immediately did justice + to the latter in a hearty draught, which nearly emptied the measure. + Having drawn his breath, and dashed the froth from his whiskers, he + observed, that his anxiety for the boy had made him deadly dry. + </p> + <p> + “Mend your draught,” said his hospitable friend, again supplying the + flagon from a pitcher which stood beside. “I know the way to the + butterybar. And now, mind what I say—this morning the Earl of Morton + came to my lord in a mighty chafe.” + </p> + <p> + “What! they keep the old friendship, then?” said Woodcock. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ay, man, what else?” said Michael; “one hand must scratch the other. + But in a mighty chafe was my Lord of Morton, who, to say truth, looketh on + such occasions altogether uncanny, and, as it were, fiendish; and he says + to my lord,—for I was in the chamber taking orders about a cast of + hawks that are to be fetched from Darnoway—they match your + long-winged falcons, friend Adam.” + </p> + <p> + “I will believe that when I see them fly as high a pitch,” replied + Woodcock, this professional observation forming a sort of parenthesis. + </p> + <p> + “However,” said Michael, pursuing his tale, “my Lord of Morton, in a + mighty chafe, asked my Lord Regent whether he was well dealt with—'for + my brother,' said he, 'should have had a gift to be Commendator of + Kennaqubair, and to have all the temporalities erected into a lordship of + regality for his benefit; and here,' said he, 'the false monks have had + the insolence to choose a new Abbot to put his claim in my brother's way; + and moreover, the rascality of the neighbourhood have burnt and plundered + all that was left in the Abbey, so that my brother will not have a house + to dwell in, when he hath ousted the lazy hounds of priests.' And my lord, + seeing him chafed, said mildly to him, 'These are shrewd tidings, Douglas, + but I trust they be not true; for Halbert Glendinning went southward + yesterday, with a band of spears, and assuredly, had either of these + chances happened, that the monks had presumed to choose an Abbot, or that + the Abbey had been burnt, as you say, he had taken order on the spot for + the punishment of such insolence, and had despatched us a messenger.' And + the Earl of Morton replied—now I pray you, Adam, to notice, that I + say this out of love to you and your lord, and also for old comradeship, + and also because Sir Halbert hath done me good, and may again—and + also because I love not the Earl of Morton, as indeed more fear than like + him—so then it were a foul deed in you to betray me.—'But,' + said the Earl to the Regent, 'take heed, my lord, you trust not this + Glendinning too far—he comes of churl's blood, which was never true + to the nobles'—by Saint Andrew, these were his very words.—'And + besides,' he said, 'he hath a brother, a monk in Saint Mary's, and walks + all by his guidance, and is making friends on the Border with Buccleuch + and with Ferniehirst, [Footnote: Both these Border Chieftains were great + friends of Queen Mary.] and will join hand with them, were there + likelihood of a new world.' And my lord answered, like a free noble lord + as he is; 'Tush! my Lord of Morton, I will be warrant for Glendinning's + faith; and for his brother, he is a dreamer, that thinks of nought but + book and breviary—and if such hap have chanced as you tell of, I + look to receive from Glendinning the cowl of a hanged monk, and the head + of a riotous churl, by way of sharp and sudden justice.'—And my Lord + of Morton left the place, and, as it seemed to me, somewhat malecontent. + But since that time, my lord has asked me more than once whether there has + arrived no messenger from the Knight of Avenel. And all this I have told + you, that you may frame your discourse to the best purpose, for it seems + to me that my lord will not be well-pleased, if aught has happened like + what my Lord of Morton said, and if your lord hath not ta'en strict orders + with it.” + </p> + <p> + There was something in this communication which fairly blanked the bold + visage of Adam Woodcock, in spite of the reinforcement which his natural + hardihood had received from the berry-brown ale of Holyrood. + </p> + <p> + “What was it he said about a churl's head, that grim Lord of Morton?” said + the discontented falconer to his friend. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, it was my Lord Regent, who said that he expected, if the Abbey was + injured, your Knight would send him the head of the ringleader among the + rioters.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but is this done like a good Protestant,” said Adam Woodcock, “or a + true Lord of the Congregation? We used to be their white-boys and darlings + when we pulled down the convents in Fife and Perthshire.” “Ay, but that,” + said Michael, “was when old mother Rome held her own, and our great folks + were determined she should have no shelter for her head in Scotland. But, + now that the priests are fled in all quarters, and their houses and lands + are given to our grandees, they cannot see that we are working the work of + reformation in destroying the palaces of zealous Protestants.” + </p> + <p> + “But I tell you Saint Mary's is not destroyed!” said Woodcock, in + increasing agitation; “some trash of painted windows there were broken—things + that no nobleman could have brooked in his house—some stone saints + were brought on their marrow-bones, like old Widdrington at Chevy-Chase; + but as for fire-raising, there was not so much as a lighted lunt amongst + us, save the match which the dragon had to light the burning tow withal, + which he was to spit against Saint George; nay, I had caution of that.” + </p> + <p> + “How! Adam Woodcock,” said his comrade, “I trust thou hadst no hand in + such a fair work? Look you, Adam, I were loth to terrify you, and you just + come from a journey; but I promise you, Earl Morton hath brought you down + a Maiden from Halifax, you never saw the like of her—and she'll + clasp you round the neck, and your head will remain in her arms.” + </p> + <p> + “Pshaw!” answered Adam, “I am too old to have my head turned by any maiden + of them all. I know my Lord of Morton will go as far for a buxom lass as + anyone; but what the devil took him to Halifax all the way? and if he has + got a gamester there, what hath she to do with my head?” + </p> + <p> + “Much, much!” answered Michael. “Herod's daughter, who did such execution + with her foot and ankle, danced not men's heads off more cleanly than this + maiden of Morton. [Footnote: Maiden of Morton—a species of + Guillotine which the Regent Morton brought down from Halifax, certainly at + a period considerably later than intimated in the tale. He was himself the + first who suffered by the engine.] 'Tis an axe, man,—an axe which + falls of itself like a sash window, and never gives the headsmen the + trouble to wield it.” + </p> + <p> + “By my faith, a shrewd device,” said Woodcock; “heaven keep us free on't!” + </p> + <p> + The page, seeing no end to the conversation betwixt these two old + comrades, and anxious from what he had heard, concerning the fate of the + Abbot, now interrupted their conference. + </p> + <p> + “Methinks,” he said, “Adam Woodcock, thou hadst better deliver thy + master's letter to the Regent; questionless he hath therein stated what + has chanced at Kennaquhair, in the way most advantageous for all + concerned.” + </p> + <p> + “The boy is right,” said Michael Wing-the-wind, “my lord will be very + impatient.” + </p> + <p> + “The child hath wit enough to keep himself warm,” said Adam Woodcock, + producing from his hawking-bag his lord's letter, addressed to the Earl of + Murray, “and for that matter so have I. So, Master Roland, you will e'en + please to present this yourself to the Lord Regent; his presence will be + better graced by a young page than by an old falconer.” + </p> + <p> + “Well said, canny Yorkshire!” replied his friend; “and but now you were so + earnest to see our good lord!—Why, wouldst thou put the lad into the + noose that thou mayst slip tether thyself?—or dost thou think the + maiden will clasp his fair young neck more willingly than thy old sunburnt + weasand?” + </p> + <p> + “Go to,” answered the falconer; “thy wit towers high an it could strike + the quarry. I tell thee, the youth has nought to fear—he had nothing + to do with the gambol—a rare gambol it was, Michael, as mad-caps + ever played; and I had made as rare a ballad, if we had had the luck to + get it sung to an end. But mum for that—<i>tace</i>, as I said + before, is Latin for a candle. Carry the youth to the presence, and I will + remain here, with bridle in hand, ready to strike the spurs up to the + rowel-heads, in case the hawk flies my way.—I will soon put + Soltraedge, I trow, betwixt the Regent and me, if he means me less than + fair play.” + </p> + <p> + “Come on then, my lad,” said Michael, “since thou must needs take the + spring before canny Yorkshire.” So saying, he led the way through winding + passages, closely followed by Roland Graeme, until they arrived at a large + winding stone stair, the steps of which were so long and broad, and at the + same time so low, as to render the ascent uncommonly easy. When they had + ascended about the height of one story, the guide stepped aside, and + pushed open the door of a dark and gloomy antechamber; so dark, indeed, + that his youthful companion stumbled, and nearly fell down upon a low + step, which was awkwardly placed on the very threshold. + </p> + <p> + “Take heed,” said Michael Wing-the-wind, in a very low tone of voice, and + first glancing cautiously round to see if any one listened—“Take + heed, my young friend, for those who fall on these boards seldom rise + again—Seest thou that,” he added, in a still lower voice, pointing + to some dark crimson stains on the floor, on which a ray of light, shot + through a small aperture, and traversing the general gloom of the + apartment, fell with mottled radiance—“Seest thou that, youth?—walk + warily, for men have fallen here before you.” + </p> + <p> + “What mean you?” said the page, his flesh creeping, though he scarce knew + why; “Is it blood?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ay,” said the domestic, in the same whispering tone, and dragging the + youth on by the arm—“Blood it is,—but this is no time to + question, or even to look at it. Blood it is, foully and fearfully shed, + as foully and fearfully avenged. The blood,” he added, in a still more + cautious tone, “of Seignior David.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme's heart throbbed when he found himself so unexpectedly in + the scene of Rizzio's slaughter, a catastrophe which had chilled with + horror all even in that rude age, which had been the theme of wonder and + pity through every cottage and castle in Scotland, and had not escaped + that of Avenel. But his guide hurried him forward, permitting no farther + question, and with the manner of one who has already tampered too much + with a dangerous subject. A tap which he made at a low door at one end of + the vestibule, was answered by a huissier or usher, who, opening it + cautiously, received Michael's intimation that a page waited the Regent's + leisure, who brought letters from the Knight of Avenel. + </p> + <p> + “The Council is breaking up,” said the usher; “but give me the packet; his + Grace the Regent will presently see the messenger.” + </p> + <p> + “The packet,” replied the page, “must be delivered into the Regent's own + hands; such were the orders of my master.” + </p> + <p> + The usher looked at him from head to foot, as if surprised at his + boldness, and then replied, with some asperity, “Say you so, my young + master? Thou crowest loudly to be but a chicken, and from a country + barn-yard too.” + </p> + <p> + “Were it a time or place,” said Roland, “thou shouldst see I can do more + than crow; but do your duty, and let the Regent know I wait his pleasure.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art but a pert knave to tell me of my duty,” said the courtier in + office; “but I will find a time to show you you are out of yours; + meanwhile, wait there till you are wanted.” So saying, he shut the door in + Roland's face. + </p> + <p> + Michael Wing-the-wind, who had shrunk from his youthful companion during + this altercation, according to the established maxim of courtiers of all + ranks, and in all ages, now transgressed their prudential line of conduct + so far as to come up to him once more. “Thou art a hopeful young + springald,” said he, “and I see right well old Yorkshire had reason in his + caution. Thou hast been five minutes in the court, and hast employed thy + time so well, as to make a powerful and a mortal enemy out of the usher of + the council-chamber. Why, man, you might almost as well have offended the + deputy butler!” + </p> + <p> + “I care not what he is,” said Roland Graeme; “I will teach whomever I + speak with to speak civilly to me in return. I did not come from Avenel to + be browbeaten in Holyrood.” + </p> + <p> + “Bravo, my lad!” said Michael; “it is a fine spirit if you can but hold it—but + see, the door opens.” + </p> + <p> + The usher appeared, and, in a more civil tone of voice and manner, said, + that his Grace the Regent would receive the Knight of Avenel's message; + and accordingly marshalled Roland Graeme the way into the apartment, from + which the Council had been just dismissed, after finishing their + consultations. There was in the room a long oaken table, surrounded by + stools of the same wood, with a large elbow chair, covered with crimson + velvet, at the head. Writing materials and papers were lying there in + apparent disorder; and one or two of the privy counsellors who had + lingered behind, assuming their cloaks, bonnets, and swords, and bidding + farewell to the Regent, were departing slowly by a large door, on the + opposite side to that through which the page entered. Apparently the Earl + of Murray had made some jest, for the smiling countenances of the + statesmen expressed that sort of cordial reception which is paid by + courtiers to the condescending pleasantries of a prince. + </p> + <p> + The Regent himself was laughing heartily as he said, “Farewell, my lords, + and hold me remembered to the Cock of the North.” + </p> + <p> + He then turned slowly round towards Roland Graeme, and the marks of + gaiety, real or assumed, disappeared from his countenance, as completely + as the passing bubbles leave the dark mirror of a still profound lake into + which a traveller has cast a stone; in the course of a minute his noble + features had assumed their natural expression of deep and even melancholy + gravity. + </p> + <p> + This distinguished statesman, for as such his worst enemies acknowledged + him, possessed all the external dignity, as well as almost all the noble + qualities, which could grace the power that he enjoyed; and had he + succeeded to the throne as his legitimate inheritance, it is probable he + would have been recorded as one of Scotland's wisest and greatest kings. + But that he held his authority by the deposition and imprisonment of his + sister and benefactress, was a crime which those only can excuse who think + ambition an apology for ingratitude. He was dressed plainly in black + velvet, after the Flemish fashion, and wore in his high-crowned hat a + jewelled clasp, which looped it up on one side, and formed the only + ornament of his apparel. He had his poniard by his side, and his sword lay + on the council table. + </p> + <p> + Such was the personage before whom Roland Graeme now presented himself, + with a feeling of breathless awe, very different from the usual boldness + and vivacity of his temper. In fact, he was, from education and nature, + forward, but not impudent, and was much more easily controlled by the + moral superiority, arising from the elevated talents and renown of those + with whom he conversed, than by pretensions founded only on rank or + external show. He might have braved with indifference the presence of an + earl, merely distinguished by his belt and coronet; but he felt overawed + in that of the eminent soldier and statesman, the wielder of a nation's + power, and the leader of her armies.—The greatest and wisest are + flattered by the deference of youth—so graceful and becoming in + itself; and Murray took, with much courtesy, the letter from the hands of + the abashed and blushing page, and answered with complaisance to the + imperfect and half-muttered greeting, which he endeavoured to deliver to + him on the part of Sir Halbert of Avenel. He even paused a moment ere he + broke the silk with which the letter was secured, to ask the page his name—so + much he was struck with his very handsome features and form. + </p> + <p> + “Roland Graeme,” he said, repeating the words after the hesitating page. + “What! of the Grahams of the Lennox?” + </p> + <p> + “No, my lord,” replied Roland; “my parents dwelt in the Debateable Land.” + </p> + <p> + Murray made no further inquiry, but proceeded to read his dispatches; + during the perusal of which his brow began to assume a stern expression of + displeasure, as that of one who found something which at once surprised + and disturbed him. He sat down on the nearest seat, frowned till his + eyebrows almost met together, read the letter twice over, and was then + silent for several minutes. At length, raising his head, his eye + encountered that of the usher, who in vain endeavoured to exchange the + look of eager and curious observation with which he had been perusing the + Regent's features, for that open and unnoticing expression of countenance, + which, in looking at all, seems as if it saw and marked nothing—a + cast of look which may be practised with advantage by all those, of + whatever degree, who are admitted to witness the familiar and unguarded + hours of their superiors. Great men are as jealous of their thoughts as + the wife of King Candaules was of her charms, and will as readily punish + those who have, however involuntarily, beheld them in mental deshabille + and exposure. + </p> + <p> + “Leave the apartment, Hyndman,” said the Regent, sternly, “and carry your + observation elsewhere. You are too knowing, sir, for your post, which, by + special order, is destined for men of blunter capacity. So! now you look + more like a fool than you did,”—(for Hyndman, as may easily be + supposed, was not a little disconcerted by this rebuke)—“keep that + confused stare, and it may keep your office. Begone, sir!” + </p> + <p> + The usher departed in dismay, not forgetting to register, amongst his + other causes of dislike to Roland Graeme, that he had been the witness of + this disgraceful chiding. When he had left the apartment, the Regent again + addressed the page. + </p> + <p> + “Your name, you say, is Armstrong?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied Roland, “my name is Graeme, so please you—Roland + Graeme, whose forbears were designated of Heathergill, in the Debateable + Land.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, I knew it was a name from the Debateable Land. Hast thou any + acquaintance in Edinburgh?” + </p> + <p> + “My lord,” replied Roland, willing rather to evade this question than to + answer it directly, for the prudence of being silent with respect to Lord + Seyton's adventure immediately struck him, “I have been in Edinburgh + scarce an hour, and that for the first time in my life.” + </p> + <p> + “What! and thou Sir Halbert Glendinning's page?” said the Regent. + </p> + <p> + “I was brought up as my Lady's page,” said the youth, “and left Avenel + Castle for the first time in my life—at least since my childhood—only + three days since.” + </p> + <p> + “My Lady's page!” repeated the Earl of Murray, as if speaking to himself; + “it was strange to send his Lady's page on a matter of such deep + concernment—Morton will say it is of a piece with the nomination of + his brother to be Abbot; and yet in some sort an inexperienced youth will + best serve the turn.—What hast thou been taught, young man, in thy + doughty apprenticeship?” + </p> + <p> + “To hunt, my lord, and to hawk,” said Roland Graeme. + </p> + <p> + “To hunt coneys, and to hawk at ouzels!” said the Regent, smiling; “for + such are the sports of ladies and their followers.” + </p> + <p> + Graeme's cheek reddened deeply as he replied, not without some emphasis, + “To hunt red-deer of the first head, and to strike down herons of the + highest soar, my lord, which, in Lothian speech, may be termed, for aught + I know, coneys and ouzels;-also I can wield a brand and couch a lance, + according to our Border meaning; in inland speech these may be termed + water-flags and bulrushes.” + </p> + <p> + “Thy speech rings like metal,” said the Regent, “and I pardon the + sharpness of it for the truth.—Thou knowest, then, what belongs to + the duty of a man-at-arms?” + </p> + <p> + “So far as exercise can teach—it without real service in the field,” + answered Roland Graeme; “but our Knight permitted none of his household to + make raids, and I never had the good fortune to see a stricken field.” + </p> + <p> + “The good fortune!” repeated the Regent, smiling somewhat sorrowfully, + “take my word, young man, war is the only game from which both parties + rise losers.” + </p> + <p> + “Not always, my lord!” answered the page, with his characteristic + audacity, “if fame speaks truth.” + </p> + <p> + “How, sir?” said the Regent, colouring in his turn, and perhaps suspecting + an indiscreet allusion to the height which he himself had attained by the + hap of civil war. + </p> + <p> + “Because, my lord,” said Roland Graeme, without change of tone, “he who + fights well, must have fame in life, or honour in death; and so war is a + game from which no one can rise a loser.” + </p> + <p> + The Regent smiled and shook his head, when at that moment the door opened, + and the Earl of Morton presented himself. + </p> + <p> + “I come somewhat hastily,” he said, “and I enter unannounced because my + news are of weight—It is as I said; Edward Glendinning is named + Abbot, and—” + </p> + <p> + “Hush, my lord!” said the Regent, “I know it, but—” + </p> + <p> + “And perhaps you knew it before I did, my Lord of Murray,” answered + Morton, his dark red brow growing darker and redder as he spoke. + </p> + <p> + “Morton,” said Murray, “suspect me not—touch not mine honour—I + have to suffer enough from the calumnies of foes, let me not have to + contend with the unjust suspicions of my friends.—We are not alone,” + said he, recollecting himself, “or I could tell you more.” + </p> + <p> + He led Morton into one of the deep embrasures which the windows formed in + the massive wall, and which afforded a retiring place for their conversing + apart. In this recess, Roland observed them speak together with much + earnestness, Murray appearing to be grave and earnest, and Morton having a + jealous and offended air, which seemed gradually to give way to the + assurances of the Regent. + </p> + <p> + As their conversation grew more earnest, they became gradually louder in + speech, having perhaps forgotten the presence of the page, the more + readily as his position in the apartment placed him put of sight, so that + he found himself unwillingly privy to more of their discourse than he + cared to hear. For, page though he was, a mean curiosity after the secrets + of others had never been numbered amongst Roland's failings; and moreover, + with all his natural rashness, he could not but doubt the safety of + becoming privy to the secret discourse of these powerful and dreaded men. + Still he could neither stop his ears, nor with propriety leave the + apartment; and while he thought of some means of signifying his presence, + he had already heard so much, that, to have produced himself suddenly + would have been as awkward, and perhaps as dangerous, as in quiet to abide + the end of their conference. What he overheard, however, was but an + imperfect part of their communication; and although an expert politician, + acquainted with the circumstances of the times, would have had little + difficulty in tracing the meaning, yet Roland Graeme could only form very + general and vague conjectures as to the import of their discourse. + </p> + <p> + “All is prepared,” said Murray, “and Lindsay is setting forward—She + must hesitate no longer—thou seest I act by thy counsel, and harden + myself against softer considerations.” + </p> + <p> + “True, my lord,” replied Morton, “in what is necessary to gain power, you + do not hesitate, but go boldly to the mark. But are you as careful to + defend and preserve what you have won?—Why this establishment of + domestics around her?—has not your sister men and maidens enough to + tend her, but you must consent to this superfluous and dangerous retinue?” + </p> + <p> + “For shame, Morton!—a Princess, and my sister, could I do less than + allow her due attendance?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” replied Morton, “even thus fly all your shafts—smartly enough + loosened from the bow, and not unskilfully aimed—but a breath of + foolish affection ever crosses in the mid volley, and sways the arrow from + the mark.” + </p> + <p> + “Say not so, Morton,” replied Murray, “I have both dared and done—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, enough to gain, but not enough to keep—reckon not that she + will think and act thus—you have wounded her deeply, both in pride + and in power—it signifies nought, that you would tent now the wound + with unavailing salves—as matters stand with you, you must forfeit + the title of an affectionate brother, to hold that of a bold and + determined statesman.” + </p> + <p> + “Morton!” said Murray, with some impatience, “I brook not these taunts—what + I have done I have done—what I must farther do, I must and will—but + I am not made of iron like thee, and I cannot but remember—Enough of + this-my purpose holds.” + </p> + <p> + “And I warrant me,” said Morton, “the choice of these domestic + consolations will rest with—” + </p> + <p> + Here he whispered names which escaped Roland Graeme's ear. Murray replied + in a similar tone, but so much raised towards the conclusion, of the + sentence, that the page heard these words—“And of him I hold myself + secure, by Glendinning's recommendation.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, which may be as much trustworthy as his late conduct at the Abbey of + Saint Mary's—you have heard that his brother's election has taken + place. Your favourite Sir Halbert, my Lord of Murray, has as much + fraternal affection as yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “By heaven, Morton, that taunt demanded an unfriendly answer, but I pardon + it, for your brother also is concerned; but this election shall be + annulled. I tell you, Earl of Morton, while I hold the sword of state in + my royal nephew's name, neither Lord nor Knight in Scotland shall dispute + my authority; and if I bear—with insults from my friends, it is only + while I know them to be such, and forgive their follies for their + faithfulness.” + </p> + <p> + Morton muttered what seemed to be some excuse, and the Regent answered him + in a milder tone, and then subjoined, “Besides, I have another pledge than + Glendinning's recommendation, for this youth's fidelity—his nearest + relative has placed herself in my hands as his security, to be dealt + withal as his doings shall deserve.” + </p> + <p> + “That is something,” replied Morton; “but yet in fair love and goodwill, I + must still pray you to keep on your guard. The foes are stirring again, as + horse-flies and hornets become busy so soon as the storm-blast is over. + George of Seyton was crossing the causeway this morning with a score of + men at his back, and had a ruffle with my friends of the house of Leslie—they + met at the Tron, and were fighting hard, when the provost, with his guard + of partisans, came in thirdsman, and staved them asunder with their + halberds, as men part dog and bear.” + </p> + <p> + “He hath my order for such interference,” said the Regent—“Has any + one been hurt?” + </p> + <p> + “George of Seyton himself, by black Ralph Leslie—the devil take the + rapier that ran not through from side to side! Ralph has a bloody coxcomb, + by a blow from a messan-page whom nobody knew—Dick Seyton of + Windygowl is run through the arm, and two gallants of the Leslies have + suffered phlebotomy. This is all the gentle blood which has been spilled + in the revel; but a yeoman or two on both sides have had bones broken and + ears chopped. The ostlere-wives, who are like to be the only losers by + their miscarriage, have dragged the knaves off the street, and are crying + a drunken coronach over them.” + </p> + <p> + “You take it lightly, Douglas,” said the Regent; “these broils and feuds + would shame the capital of the great Turk, let alone that of a Christian + and reformed state. But, if I live, this gear shall be amended; and men + shall say, when they read my story, that if it were my cruel hap to rise + to power by the dethronement of a sister, I employed it, when gained, for + the benefit of the commonweal.” + </p> + <p> + “And of your friends,” replied Morton; “wherefore I trust for your instant + order annulling the election of this lurdane Abbot, Edward Glendinning.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall be presently satisfied.” said the Regent; and stepping forward, + he began to call, “So ho, Hyndman!” when suddenly his eye lighted on + Roland Graeme—“By my faith, Douglas,” said he, turning to his + friend, “here have been three at counsel!” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but only two can keep counsel,” said Morton; “the galliard must be + disposed of.” + </p> + <p> + “For shame, Morton—an orphan boy!—Hearken thee, my child—Thou + hast told me some of thy accomplishments—canst thou speak truth?” + “Ay, my lord, when it serves my turn,” replied Graeme. + </p> + <p> + “It shall serve thy turn now,” said the Regent; “and falsehood shall be + thy destruction. How much hast thou heard or understood of what we two + have spoken together?” + </p> + <p> + “But little, my lord,” replied Roland Graeme boldly, “which met my + apprehension, saving that it seemed to me as if in something you doubted + the faith of the Knight of Avenel, under whose roof I was nurtured.” + </p> + <p> + “And what hast thou to say on that point, young man?” continued the + Regent, bending his eyes upon him with a keen and strong expression of + observation. + </p> + <p> + “That,” said the page, “depends on the quality of those who speak against + his honour whose bread I have long eaten. If they be my inferiors, I say + they lie, and will maintain what I say with my baton; if my equals, still + I say they lie, and will do battle in the quarrel, if they list, with my + sword; if my superiors”—he paused. + </p> + <p> + “Proceed boldly,” said the Regent—“What if thy superiors said aught + that nearly touched your master's honour?” + </p> + <p> + “I would say,” replied Graeme, “that he did ill to slander the absent, and + that my master was a man who could render an account of his actions to any + one who should manfully demand it of him to his face.” + </p> + <p> + “And it were manfully said,” replied the Regent—“what thinkest thou, + my Lord of Morton?” + </p> + <p> + “I think,” replied Morton, “that if the young galliard resemble a certain + ancient friend of ours, as much in the craft of his disposition as he does + in eye and in brow, there may be a wide difference betwixt what he means + and what he speaks.” + </p> + <p> + “And whom meanest thou that he resembles so closely?” said Murray. + </p> + <p> + “Even the true and trusty Julian Avenel,” replied Morton. + </p> + <p> + “But this youth belongs to the Debateable Land,” said Murray. + </p> + <p> + “It may be so; but Julian was an outlaying striker of venison, and made + many a far cast when he had a fair doe in chase.” + </p> + <p> + “Pshaw!” said the Regent, “this is but idle talk—Here, thou Hyndman—thou + curiosity,” calling to the usher, who now entered,—“conduct this + youth to his companion—You will both,” he said to Graeme, “keep + yourselves in readiness to travel on short notice.”—And then + motioning to him courteously to withdraw, he broke up the interview. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Nineteenth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + It is and is not—'tis the thing I sought for, + Have kneel'd for, pray'd for, risk'd my fame and life for, + And yet it is not—no more than the shadow + Upon the hard, cold, flat, and polished mirror, + Is the warm, graceful, rounded, living substance + Which it presents in form and lineament. + OLD PLAY. +</pre> + <p> + The usher, with gravity which ill concealed a jealous scowl, conducted + Roland Graeme to a lower apartment, where he found his comrade the + falconer. The man of office then briefly acquainted them that this would + be their residence till his Grace's farther orders; that they were to go + to the pantry, to the buttery, to the cellar, and to the kitchen, at the + usual hours, to receive the allowances becoming their station,—instructions + which Adam Woodcock's old familiarity with the court made him perfectly + understand—“For your beds,” he said, “you must go to the hostelry of + Saint Michael's, in respect the palace is now full of the domestics of the + greater nobles.” + </p> + <p> + No sooner was the usher's back turned than Adam exclaimed with all the + glee of eager curiosity, “And now, Master Roland, the news—the news—come + unbutton thy pouch, and give us thy tidings—What says the Regent? + asks he for Adam Woodcock?—and is all soldered up, or must the Abbot + of Unreason strap for it?” + </p> + <p> + “All is well in that quarter,” said the page; “and for the rest—But, + hey-day, what! have you taken the chain and medal off from my bonnet?” + </p> + <p> + “And meet time it was, when yon usher, vinegar-faced rogue that he is, + began to inquire what Popish trangam you were wearing.—By the mass, + the metal would have been confiscated for conscience-sake, like your other + rattle-trap yonder at Avenel, which Mistress Lilias bears about on her + shoes in the guise of a pair of shoe-buckles—This comes of carrying + Popish nicknackets about you.” + </p> + <p> + “The jade!” exclaimed Roland Graeme, “has she melted down my rosary into + buckles for her clumsy hoofs, which will set off such a garnish nearly as + well as a cow's might?—But, hang her, let her keep them—many a + dog's trick have I played old Lilias, for want of having something better + to do, and the buckles will serve for a remembrance. Do you remember the + verjuice I put into the comfits, when old Wingate and she were to + breakfast together on Easter morning?” + </p> + <p> + “In troth do I, Master Roland—the major-domo's mouth was as crooked + as a hawk's beak for the whole morning afterwards, and any other page in + your room would have tasted the discipline of the porter's lodge for it. + But my Lady's favour stood between your skin and many a jerking—Lord + send you may be the better for her protection in such matters!” + </p> + <p> + “I am least grateful for it, Adam! and I am glad you put me in mind of + it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but the news, my young master,” said Woodcock, “spell me the + tidings—what are we to fly at next?—what did the Regent say to + you?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing that I am to repeat again,” said Roland Graeme, shaking his head. + </p> + <p> + “Why, hey-day,” said Adam, “how prudent we are become all of a sudden! You + have advanced rarely in brief space, Master Roland. You have well nigh had + your head broken, and you have gained your gold chain, and you have made + an enemy, Master Usher to wit, with his two legs like hawks' perches, and + you have had audience of the first man in the realm, and bear as much + mystery in your brow, as if you had flown in the court-sky ever since you + were hatched. I believe, in my soul, you would run with a piece of the + egg-shell on your head like the curlews, which (I would we were after them + again) we used to call whaups in the Halidome and its neighbourhood. But + sit thee down, boy; Adam Woodcock was never the lad to seek to enter into + forbidden secrets—sit thee down, and I will go and fetch the vivers—I + know the butler and the pantler of old.” + </p> + <p> + The good-natured falconer set forth upon his errand, busying himself about + procuring their refreshment; and, during his absence, Roland Graeme + abandoned himself to the strange, complicated, and yet heart-stirring + reflections, to which the events of the morning had given rise. Yesterday + he was of neither mark nor likelihood; a vagrant boy, the attendant on a + relative, of whose sane judgment he himself had not the highest opinion; + but now he had become, he knew not why, or wherefore, or to what extent, + the custodier, as the Scottish phrase went, of some important state + secret, in the safe keeping of which the Regent himself was concerned. It + did not diminish from, but rather added to the interest of a situation so + unexpected, that Roland himself did not perfectly understand wherein he + stood committed by the state secrets, in which he had unwittingly become + participator. On the contrary, he felt like one who looks on a romantic + landscape, of which he sees the features for the first time, and then + obscured with mist and driving tempest. The imperfect glimpse which the + eye catches of rocks, trees, and other objects around him, adds double + dignity to these shrouded mountains and darkened abysses, of which the + height, depth, and extent, are left to imagination. + </p> + <p> + But mortals, especially at the well-appetized age which precedes twenty + years, are seldom so much engaged either by real or conjectural subjects + of speculation, but that their earthly wants claim their hour of + attention. And with many a smile did our hero, so the reader may term him + if he will, hail the re-appearance of his friend Adam Woodcock, bearing on + one platter a tremendous portion of boiled beef, and on another a + plentiful allowance of greens, or rather what the Scotch call lang-kale. A + groom followed with bread, salt, and the other means of setting forth a + meal; and when they had both placed on the oaken table what they bore in + their hands, the falconer observed, that since he knew the court, it had + got harder and harder every day to the poor gentlemen and yeoman + retainers, but that now it was an absolute flaying of a flea for the hide + and tallow. Such thronging to the wicket, and such churlish answers, and + such bare beef-bones, such a shouldering at the buttery-hatch and + cellarage, and nought to be gained beyond small insufficient single ale, + or at best with a single straike of malt to counterbalance a double + allowance of water—“By the mass, though, my young friend,” said he, + while he saw the food disappearing fast under Roland's active exertions, + “it is not so to well to lament for former times as to take the advantage + of the present, else we are like to lose on both sides.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, Adam Woodcock drew his chair towards the table, unsheathed his + knife, (for every one carried that minister of festive distribution for + himself,) and imitated his young companion's example, who for the moment + had lost his anxiety for the future in the eager satisfaction of an + appetite sharpened by youth and abstinence. + </p> + <p> + In truth, they made, though the materials were sufficiently simple, a very + respectable meal, at the expense of the royal allowance; and Adam + Woodcock, notwithstanding the deliberate censure which he had passed on + the household beer of the palace, had taken the fourth deep draught of the + black jack ere he remembered him that he had spoken in its dispraise. + Flinging himself jollily and luxuriously back in an old danske + elbow-chair, and looking with careless glee towards the page, extending at + the same time his right leg, and stretching the other easily over it, he + reminded his companion that he had not yet heard the ballad which he had + made for the Abbot of Unreason's revel. And accordingly he struck merrily + up with + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The Pope, that pagan full of pride, + Has blinded us full lang.”——— +</pre> + <p> + Roland Graeme, who felt no great delight, as may be supposed, in the + falconer's satire, considering its subject, began to snatch up his mantle, + and fling it around his shoulders, an action which instantly interrupted + the ditty of Adam Woodcock. + </p> + <p> + “Where the vengeance are you going now,” he said, “thou restless boy?—Thou + hast quicksilver in the veins of thee to a certainty, and canst no more + abide any douce and sensible communing, than a hoodless hawk would keep + perched on my wrist!” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Adam,” replied the page, “if you must needs know, I am about to take + a walk and look at this fair city. One may as well be still mewed up in + the old castle of the lake, if one is to sit the live-long night between + four walls, and hearken to old ballads.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a new ballad—the Lord help thee!” replied Adam, “and that one + of the best that ever was matched with a rousing chorus.” + </p> + <p> + “Be it so,” said the page, “I will hear it another day, when the rain is + dashing against the windows, and there is neither steed stamping, nor spur + jingling, nor feather waving in the neighbourhood to mar my marking it + well. But, even now, I want to be in the world, and to look about me.” + </p> + <p> + “But the never a stride shall you go without me,” said the falconer, + “until the Regent shall take you whole and sound off my hand; and so, if + you will, we may go to the hostelrie of Saint Michael's, and there you + will see company enough, but through the casement, mark you me; for as to + rambling through the street to seek Seytons and Leslies, and having a + dozen holes drilled in your new jacket with rapier and poniard, I will + yield no way to it.” + </p> + <p> + “To the hostelrie of Saint Michael's, then, with all my heart,” said the + page; and they left the palace accordingly, rendered to the sentinels at + the gate, who had now taken their posts for the evening, a strict account + of their names and business, were dismissed through a small wicket of the + close-barred portal, and soon reached the inn or hostelrie of Saint + Michael, which stood in a large court-yard, off the main street, close + under the descent of the Calton-hill. The place, wide, waste, and + uncomfortable, resembled rather an Eastern caravansary, where men found + shelter indeed, but were obliged to supply themselves with every thing + else, than one of our modern inns; + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Where not one comfort shall to those be lost, + Who never ask, or never feel, the cost. +</pre> + <p> + But still, to the inexperienced eye of Roland Graeme, the bustle and + confusion of this place of public resort, furnished excitement and + amusement. In the large room, into which they had rather found their own + way than been ushered by mine host, travellers and natives of the city + entered and departed, met and greeted, gamed or drank together, forming + the strongest contrast to the stern and monotonous order and silence with + which matters were conducted in the well-ordered household of the Knight + of Avenel. Altercation of every kind, from brawling to jesting, was going + on amongst the groups around them, and yet the noise and mingled voices + seemed to disturb no one and indeed to be noticed by no others than by + those who composed the group to which the speaker belonged. + </p> + <p> + The falconer passed through the apartment to a projecting latticed window, + which formed a sort of recess from the room itself; and having here + ensconced himself and his companion, he called for some refreshments; and + a tapster, after he had shouted for the twentieth time, accommodated him + with the remains of a cold capon and a neat's tongue, together with a + pewter stoup of weak French vin-de-pays. “Fetch a stoup of brandy-wine, + thou knave—We will be jolly to-night, Master Roland,” said he, when + he saw himself thus accommodated, “and let care come to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + But Roland had eaten too lately to enjoy the good cheer; and feeling his + curiosity much sharper than his appetite, he made it his choice to look + out of the lattice, which overhung a large yard, surrounded by the stables + of the hostelrie, and fed his eyes on the busy sight beneath, while Adam + Woodcock, after he had compared his companion to the “Laird of + Macfarlane's geese, who liked their play better than their meat,” disposed + of his time with the aid of cup and trencher, occasionally humming the + burden of his birth-strangled ballad, and beating time to it with his + fingers on the little round table. In this exercise he was frequently + interrupted by the exclamations of his companion, as he saw something new + in the yard beneath, to attract and interest him. + </p> + <p> + It was a busy scene, for the number of gentlemen and nobles who were now + crowded into the city, had filled all spare stables and places of public + reception with their horses and military attendants. There were some score + of yeomen, dressing their own or their masters' horses in the yard, + whistling, singing, laughing, and upbraiding each other, in a style of wit + which the good order of Avenel Castle rendered strange to Roland Graeme's + ears. Others were busy repairing their own arms, or cleaning those of + their masters. One fellow, having just bought a bundle of twenty spears, + was sitting in a corner, employed in painting the white staves of the + weapons with yellow and vermillion. Other lacqueys led large stag-hounds, + or wolf-dogs, of noble race, carefully muzzled to prevent accidents to + passengers. All came and went, mixed together and separated, under the + delighted eye of the page, whose imagination had not even conceived a + scene so gaily diversified with the objects he had most pleasure in + beholding; so that he was perpetually breaking the quiet reverie of honest + Woodcock, and the mental progress which he was making in his ditty, by + exclaiming, “Look here, Adam—look at the bonny bay horse—Saint + Anthony, what, a gallant forehand he hath got!—and see the goodly + gray, which yonder fellow in the frieze-jacket is dressing as awkwardly as + if he had never touched aught but a cow—I would I were nigh him to + teach him his trade!—And lo you, Adam, the gay Milan armour that the + yeoman is scouring, all steel and silver, like our Knight's prime suit, of + which old Wingate makes such account—And see to yonder pretty wench, + Adam, who comes tripping through them all with her milk-pail—I + warrant me she has had a long walk from the loaning; she has a stammel + waistcoat, like your favourite Cicely Sunderland, Master Adam!” + </p> + <p> + “By my hood, lad,” answered the falconer, “it is well for thee thou wert + brought up where grace grew. Even in the Castle of Avenel thou wert a + wild-blood enough, but hadst thou been nurtured here, within a flight-shot + of the Court, thou hadst been the veriest crack-hemp of a page that ever + wore feather in thy bonnet or steel by thy side: truly, I wish it may end + well with thee.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but leave thy senseless humming and drumming, old Adam, and come to + the window ere thou hast drenched thy senses in the pint-pot there. See + here comes a merry minstrel with his crowd, and a wench with him, that + dances with bells at her ankles; and see, the yeomen and pages leave their + horses and the armour they were cleaning, and gather round, as is very + natural, to hear the music. Come, old Adam, we will thither too.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall call me cutt if I do go down,” said Adam; “you are near as good + minstrelsy as the stroller can make, if you had but the grace to listen to + it.” + </p> + <p> + “But the wench in the stammel waistcoat is stopping too, Adam—by + heaven, they are going to dance! Frieze-jacket wants to dance with stammel + waistcoat, but she is coy and recusant.” + </p> + <p> + Then suddenly changing his tone of levity into one of deep interest and + surprise, he exclaimed, “Queen of Heaven! what is it that I see!” and then + remained silent. + </p> + <p> + The sage Adam Woodcock, who was in a sort of languid degree amused with + the page's exclamations, even while he professed to despise them, became + at length rather desirous to set his tongue once more a-going, that he + might enjoy the superiority afforded by his own intimate familiarity with + all the circumstances which excited in his young companion's mind so much + wonderment. + </p> + <p> + “Well, then,” he said at last, “what is it you do see, Master Roland, that + you have become mute all of a sudden?” + </p> + <p> + Roland returned no answer. + </p> + <p> + “I say, Master Roland Graeme,” said the falconer, “it is manners in my + country for a man to speak when he is spoken to.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme remained silent. + </p> + <p> + “The murrain is in the boy,” said Adam Woodcock, “he has stared out his + eyes, and talked his tongue to pieces, I think.” + </p> + <p> + The falconer hastily drank off his can of wine, and came to Roland, who + stood like a statue, with his eyes eagerly bent on the court-yard, though + Adam Woodcock was unable to detect amongst the joyous scenes which it + exhibited aught that could deserve such devoted attention. + </p> + <p> + “The lad is mazed!” said the falconer to himself. + </p> + <p> + But Roland Graeme had good reasons for his surprise, though they were not + such as he could communicate to his companion. + </p> + <p> + The touch of the old minstrel's instrument, for he had already begun to + play, had drawn in several auditors from the street when one entered the + gate of the yard, whose appearance exclusively arrested the attention of + Roland Graeme. He was of his own age, or a good deal younger, and from his + dress and bearing might be of the same rank and calling, having all the + air of coxcombry and pretension, which accorded with a handsome, though + slight and low figure, and an elegant dress, in part hid by a large purple + cloak. As he entered, he cast a glance up towards the windows, and, to his + extreme astonishment, under the purple velvet bonnet and white feather, + Roland recognized the features so deeply impressed on his memory, the + bright and clustered tresses, the laughing full blue eyes, the well-formed + eyebrows, the nose, with the slightest possible inclination to be + aquiline, the ruby lip, of which an arch and half-suppressed smile seemed + the habitual expression—in short, the form and face of Catherine + Seyton; in man's attire, however, and mimicking, as it seemed, not + unsuccessfully, the bearing of a youthful but forward page. + </p> + <p> + “Saint George and Saint Andrew!” exclaimed the amazed Roland Graeme to + himself, “was there ever such an audacious quean!—she seems a little + ashamed of her mummery too, for she holds the lap of her cloak to her + face, and her colour is heightened—but Santa Maria, how she threads + the throng, with as firm and bold a step as if she had never tied + petticoat round her waist!—Holy Saints! she holds up her riding-rod + as if she would lay it about some of their ears, that stand most in her + way—by the hand of my father! she bears herself like the very model + of pagehood.—Hey! what! sure she will not strike frieze-jacket in + earnest?” But he was not long left in doubt; for the lout whom he had + before repeatedly noticed, standing in the way of the bustling page, and + maintaining his place with clownish obstinacy or stupidity, the advanced + riding-rod was, without a moment's hesitation, sharply applied to his + shoulders, in a manner which made him spring aside, rubbing the part of + the body which had received so unceremonious a hint that it was in the way + of his betters. The party injured growled forth an oath or two of + indignation, and Roland Graeme began to think of flying down stairs to the + assistance of the translated Catherine; but the laugh of the yard was + against frieze-jacket, which indeed had, in those days, small chance of + fair play in a quarrel with velvet and embroidery; so that the fellow, who + was menial in the inn, slunk back to finish his task of dressing the bonny + gray, laughed at by all, but most by the wench in the stammel waistcoat, + his fellow-servant, who, to crown his disgrace, had the cruelty to cast an + applauding smile upon the author of the injury, while, with a freedom more + like the milk-maid of the town than she of the plains, she accosted him + with—“Is there any one you want here, my pretty gentleman, that you + seem in such haste?” + </p> + <p> + “I seek a sprig of a lad,” said the seeming gallant, “with a sprig of + holly in his cap, black hair, and black eyes, green jacket, and the air of + a country coxcomb—I have sought him through every close and alley in + the Canongate, the fiend gore him!” + </p> + <p> + “Why, God-a-mercy, Nun!” muttered Roland Graeme, much bewildered. + </p> + <p> + “I will inquire him presently out for your fair young worship,” said the + wench of the inn. + </p> + <p> + “Do,” said the gallant squire, “and if you bring me to him, you shall have + a groat to-night, and a kiss on Sunday when you have on a cleaner kirtle.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, God-a-mercy, Nun!” again muttered Roland, “this is a note above E + La.” + </p> + <p> + In a moment after, the servant entered the room, and ushered in the object + of his surprise. + </p> + <p> + While the disguised vestal looked with unabashed brow, and bold and rapid + glance of her eye, through the various parties in the large old room, + Roland Graeme, who felt an internal awkward sense of bashful confusion, + which he deemed altogether unworthy of the bold and dashing character to + which he aspired, determined not to be browbeaten and put down by this + singular female, but to meet her with a glance of recognition so sly, so + penetrating, so expressively humorous, as should show her at once he was + in possession of her secret and master of her fate, and should compel her + to humble herself towards him, at least into the look and manner of + respectful and deprecating observance. + </p> + <p> + This was extremely well planned; but just as Roland had called up the + knowing glance, the suppressed smile, the shrewd intelligent look, which + was to ensure his triumph, he encountered the bold, firm, and steady gaze + of his brother or sister-page, who, casting on him a falcon glance, and + recognizing him at once as the object of his search, walked up with the + most unconcerned look, the most free and undaunted composure, and hailed + him with “You, Sir Holly-top, I would speak with you.” + </p> + <p> + The steady coolness and assurance with which these words were uttered, + although the voice was the very voice he had heard at the old convent, and + although the features more nearly resembled those of Catharine when seen + close than when viewed from a distance, produced, nevertheless, such a + confusion in Roland's mind, that he became uncertain whether he was not + still under a mistake from the beginning; the knowing shrewdness which + should have animated his visage faded into a sheepish bashfulness, and the + half-suppressed but most intelligible smile, became the senseless giggle + of one who laughs to cover his own disorder of ideas. + </p> + <p> + “Do they understand a Scotch tongue in thy country, Holly-top?” said this + marvellous specimen of metamorphosis. “I said I would speak with thee.” + </p> + <p> + “What is your business with my comrade, my young chick of the game?” said + Adam Woodcock, willing to step in to his companion's assistance, though + totally at a loss to account for the sudden disappearance of all Roland's + usual smartness and presence of mind. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing to you, my old cock of the perch,” replied the gallant; “go mind + your hawk's castings. I guess by your bag and your gauntlet that you are + squire of the body to a sort of kites.” + </p> + <p> + He laughed as he spoke, and the laugh reminded Roland so irresistibly of + the hearty fit of risibility, in which Catherine had indulged at his + expense when they first met in the old nunnery, that he could scarce help + exclaiming, “Catherine Seyton, by Heavens!”—He checked the + exclamation, however, and only said, “I think, sir, we two are not totally + strangers to each other.” + </p> + <p> + “We must have met in our dreams then” said the youth; “and my days are too + busy to remember what I think on at nights.” + </p> + <p> + “Or apparently to remember upon one day those whom you may have seen on + the preceding eve” said Roland Graeme. + </p> + <p> + The youth in his turn cast on him a look of some surprise, as he replied, + “I know no more of what you mean than does the horse I ride on—if + there be offence in your words, you shall find me ready to take it as any + lad in Lothian.” + </p> + <p> + “You know well,” said Roland, “though it pleases you to use the language + of a stranger, that with you I have no purpose to quarrel.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me do mine errand, then, and be rid of you,” said the page. “Step + hither this way, out of that old leathern fist's hearing.” + </p> + <p> + They walked into the recess of the window, which Roland had left upon the + youth's entrance into the apartment. The messenger then turned his back on + the company, after casting a hasty and sharp glance around to see if they + were observed. Roland did the same, and the page in the purple mantle thus + addressed him, taking at the same time from under his cloak a short but + beautifully wrought sword, with the hilt and ornaments upon the sheath of + silver, massively chased and over-gilded—“I bring you this weapon + from a friend, who gives it you under the solemn condition, that you will + not unsheath it until you are commanded by your rightful Sovereign. For + your warmth of temper is known, and the presumption with which you intrude + yourself into the quarrels of others; and, therefore, this is laid upon + you as a penance by those who wish you well, and whose hand will influence + your destiny for good or for evil. This is what I was charged to tell you. + So if you will give a fair word for a fair sword, and pledge your promise, + with hand and glove, good and well; and if not, I will carry back Caliburn + to those who sent it.” + </p> + <p> + “And may I not ask who these are?” said Roland Graeme, admiring at the + same time the beauty of the weapon thus offered him. + </p> + <p> + “My commission in no way leads me to answer such a question,” said he of + the purple mantle. + </p> + <p> + “But if I am offended” said Roland, “may I not draw to defend myself?” + </p> + <p> + “Not <i>this</i> weapon,” answered the sword-bearer; “but you have your + own at command, and, besides, for what do you wear your poniard?” + </p> + <p> + “For no good,” said Adam Woodcock, who had now approached close to them, + “and that I can witness as well as any one.” + </p> + <p> + “Stand back, fellow,” said the messenger, “thou hast an intrusive curious + face, that will come by a buffet if it is found where it has no concern.” + </p> + <p> + “A buffet, my young Master Malapert?” said Adam, drawing back, however; + “best keep down fist, or, by Our Lady, buffet will beget buffet!” + </p> + <p> + “Be patient, Adam Woodcock,” said Roland Graeme; “and let me pray you, + fair sir, since by such addition you choose for the present to be + addressed, may I not barely unsheathe this fair weapon, in pure simplicity + of desire to know whether so fair a hilt and scabbard are matched with a + befitting blade?” + </p> + <p> + “By no manner of means,” said the messenger; “at a word, you must take it + under the promise that you never draw it until you receive the commands of + your lawful Sovereign, or you must leave it alone.” + </p> + <p> + “Under that condition, and coming from your friendly hand, I accept of the + sword,” said Roland, taking it from his hand; “but credit me, if we are to + work together in any weighty emprise, as I am induced to believe, some + confidence and openness on your part will be necessary to give the right + impulse to my zeal—I press for no more at present, it is enough that + you understand me.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand you!” said the page, exhibiting the appearance of unfeigned + surprise in his turn,—“Renounce me if I do!—here you stand + jiggeting, and sniggling, and looking cunning, as if there were some + mighty matter of intrigue and common understanding betwixt you and me, + whom you never set your eyes on before!” + </p> + <p> + “What!” said Roland Graeme, “will you deny that we have met before?” + </p> + <p> + “Marry that I will, in any Christian court,” said the other page. + </p> + <p> + “And will you also deny,” said Roland, “that it was recommended to us to + study each other's features well, that in whatever disguise the time might + impose upon us, each should recognize in the other the secret agent of a + mighty work? Do not you remember, that Sister Magdalen and Dame Bridget——” + </p> + <p> + The messenger here interrupted him, shrugging up his shoulders, with a + look of compassion, “Bridget and Magdalen! why, this is madness and + dreaming! Hark ye, Master Holly-top, your wits are gone on wool-gathering; + comfort yourself with a caudle, and thatch your brain-sick noddle with a + woollen night-cap, and so God be with you!” + </p> + <p> + As he concluded this polite parting address, Adam Woodcock, who was again + seated by the table on which stood the now empty can, said to him, “Will + you drink a cup, young man, in the way of courtesy, now you have done your + errand, and listen to a good song?” and without waiting for an answer, he + commenced his ditty,— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The Pope, that pagan full of pride, + Hath blinded us full lang—” + </pre> + <p> + It is probable that the good wine had made some innovation in the + falconer's brain, otherwise he would have recollected the danger of + introducing any thing like political or polemical pleasantry into a public + assemblage at a time when men's minds were in a state of great + irritability. To do him justice, he perceived his error, and stopped short + so soon as he saw that the word Pope had at once interrupted the separate + conversations of the various parties which were assembled in the + apartment; and that many began to draw themselves up, bridle, look big, + and prepare to take part in the impending brawl; while others, more decent + and cautious persons, hastily paid down their lawing, and prepared to + leave the place ere bad should come to worse. + </p> + <p> + And to worse it was soon likely to come; for no sooner did Woodcock's + ditty reach the ear of the stranger page, than, uplifting his riding-rod, + he exclaimed, “He who speaks irreverently of the Holy Father of the church + in my presence, is the cub of a heretic wolf-bitch, and I will switch him + as I would a mongrel-cur.” + </p> + <p> + “And I will break thy young pate,” said Adam, “if thou darest to lift a + finger to me.” And then, in defiance of the young Drawcansir's threats, + with a stout heart and dauntless accent, he again uplifted the stave. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The Pope, that pagan full of pride. + Hath blinded—” + </pre> + <p> + But Adam was able to proceed no farther, being himself unfortunately + blinded by a stroke of the impatient youth's switch across his eyes. + Enraged at once by the smart and the indignity, the falconer started up, + and darkling as he was, for his eyes watered too fast to permit his seeing + any thing, he would soon have been at close grips with his insolent + adversary, had not Roland Graeme, contrary to his nature, played for once + the prudent man and the peacemaker, and thrown himself betwixt them, + imploring Woodcock's patience. “You know not,” he said, “with whom you + have to do.—And thou,” addressing the messenger, who stood + scornfully laughing at Adam's rage, “get thee gone, whoever thou art; if + thou be'st what I guess thee, thou well knowest there are earnest reasons + why thou shouldst.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou hast hit it right for once, Holly-top,” said the gallant, “though I + guess you drew your bow at a venture.—Here, host, let this yeoman + have a bottle of wine to wash the smart out of his eyes—and there is + a French crown for him.” So saying, he threw the piece of money on the + table, and left the apartment, with a quick yet steady pace, looking + firmly at right and left, as if to defy interruption: and snapping his + fingers at two or three respectable burghers, who, declaring it was a + shame that any one should be suffered to rant and ruffle in defence of the + Pope, were labouring to find the hilts of their swords, which had got for + the present unhappily entangled in the folds of their cloaks. But, as the + adversary was gone ere any of them had reached his weapon, they did not + think it necessary to unsheath cold iron, but merely observed to each + other, “This is more than masterful violence, to see a poor man stricken + in the face just for singing a ballad against the whore of Babylon! If the + Pope's champions are to be bangsters in our very change-houses, we shall + soon have the old shavelings back again.” + </p> + <p> + “The provost should look to it,” said another, “and have some five or six + armed with partisans, to come in upon the first whistle, to teach these + gallants their lesson. For, look you, neighbour Lugleather, it is not for + decent householders like ourselves to be brawling with the godless grooms + and pert pages of the nobles, that are bred up to little else save + bloodshed and blasphemy.” + </p> + <p> + “For all that, neighbour,” said Lugleather, “I would have curried that + youngster as properly as ever I curried a lamb's hide, had not the hilt of + my bilbo been for the instant beyond my grasp; and before I could turn my + girdle, gone was my master!” + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” said the others, “the devil go with him, and peace abide with us—I + give my rede, neighbours, that we pay the lawing, and be stepping + homeward, like brother and brother; for old Saint Giles's is tolling + curfew, and the street grows dangerous at night.” + </p> + <p> + With that the good burghers adjusted their cloaks, and prepared for their + departure, while he that seemed the briskest of the three, laying his hand + on his Andrea Ferrara, observed, “that they that spoke in the praise of + the Pope on the High-gate of Edinburgh, had best bring the sword of Saint + Peter to defend them.” + </p> + <p> + While the ill-humour excited by the insolence of the young aristocrat was + thus evaporating in empty menace, Roland Graeme had to control the far + more serious indignation of Adam Woodcock. “Why, man, it was but a switch + across the mazzard—blow your nose, dry your eyes, and you will see + all the better for it.” + </p> + <p> + “By this light, which I cannot see,” said Adam Woodcock, “thou hast been a + false friend to me, young man—neither taking up my rightful quarrel, + nor letting me fight it out myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Fy for shame, Adam Woodcock,” replied the youth, determined to turn the + tables on him, and become in turn the counsellor of good order and + peaceable demeanour—“I say, fy for shame!—Alas, that you will + speak thus! Here are you sent with me, to prevent my innocent youth + getting into snares——” + </p> + <p> + “I wish your innocent youth were cut short with a halter, with all my + heart,” said Adam, who began to see which way the admonition tended. + —“And instead of setting before me,” continued Roland, “an example + of patience and sobriety becoming the falconer of Sir Halbert Glendinning, + you quaff me off I know not how many flagons of ale, besides a gallon of + wine, and a full measure of strong waters.” + </p> + <p> + “It was but one small pottle,” said poor Adam, whom consciousness of his + own indiscretion now reduced to a merely defensive warfare. + </p> + <p> + “It was enough to pottle you handsomely, however,” said the page—“And + then, instead of going to bed to sleep off your liquor, must you sit + singing your roistering songs about popes and pagans, till you have got + your eyes almost switched out of your head; and but for my interference, + whom your drunken ingratitude accuses of deserting you, yon galliard would + have cut your throat, for he was whipping out a whinger as broad as my + hand, and as sharp as a razor—And these are lessons for an + inexperienced youth!—Oh, Adam! out upon you! out upon you!” + </p> + <p> + “Marry, amen, and with all my heart,” said Adam; “out upon my folly for + expecting any thing but impertinent raillery from a page like thee, that + if he saw his father in a scrape, would laugh at him, instead of lending + him aid. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but I will lend you aid,” said the page, still laughing, “that is, I + will lend thee aid to thy chamber, good Adam, where thou shalt sleep off + wine and ale, ire and indignation, and awake the next morning with as much + fair wit as nature has blessed thee withal. Only one thing I will warn + thee, good Adam, that henceforth and for ever, when thou railest at me for + being somewhat hot at hand, and rather too prompt to out with poniard or + so, thy admonition shall serve as a prologue to the memorable adventure of + the switching of Saint Michael's.” + </p> + <p> + With such condoling expressions he got the crest-fallen falconer to his + bed, and then retired to his own pallet, where it was some time ere he + could fall asleep. If the messenger whom he had seen were really Catherine + Seyton, what a masculine virago and termagant must she be! and stored with + what an inimitable command of insolence and assurance!—The brass on + her brow would furbish the front of twenty pages; “and I should know,” + thought Roland, “what that amounts to—And yet, her features, her + look, her light gait, her laughing eye, the art with which she disposed + the mantle to show no more of her limbs than needs must be seen—I am + glad she had at least that grace left—the voice, the smile—it + must have been Catherine Seyton, or the devil in her likeness! One thing + is good, I have silenced the eternal predications of that ass, Adam + Woodcock, who has set up for being a preacher and a governor, over me, so + soon as he has left the hawks' mew behind him.” + </p> + <p> + And with this comfortable reflection, joined to the happy indifference + which youth hath for the events of the morrow, Roland Graeme fell fast + asleep. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Twentieth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Now have you reft me from my staff, my guide, + Who taught my youth, as men teach untamed falcons, + To use my strength discreetly—I am reft + Of comrade and of counsel. + OLD PLAY. +</pre> + <p> + In the gray of the next morning's dawn, there was a loud knocking at the + gate of the hostelrie; and those without, proclaiming that they came in + the name of the Regent, were instantly admitted. A moment or two + afterwards, Michael Wing-the-wind stood by the bedside of our travellers. + </p> + <p> + “Up! up!” he said, “there is no slumber where Murray hath work ado.” + </p> + <p> + Both sleepers sprung up, and began to dress themselves. + </p> + <p> + “You, old friend,” said Wing-the-wind to Adam Woodcock, “must to horse + instantly, with this packet to the Monks of Kennaquhair; and with this,” + delivering them as he spoke, “to the Knight of Avenel.” + </p> + <p> + “As much as commanding the monks to annul their election, I'll warrant me, + of an Abbot,” quoth Adam Woodcock, as he put the packets into his bag, + “and charging my master to see it done—To hawk at one brother with + another, is less than fair play, methinks.” + </p> + <p> + “Fash not thy beard about it, old boy,” said Michael, “but betake thee to + the saddle presently; for if these orders are not obeyed, there will be + bare walls at the Kirk of Saint Mary's, and it may be at the Castle of + Avenel to boot; for I heard my Lord of Morton loud with the Regent, and we + are at a pass that we cannot stand with him anent trifles.” + </p> + <p> + “But,” said Adam, “touching the Abbot of Unreason—what say they to + that outbreak—An they be shrewishly disposed, I were better pitch + the packets to Satan, and take the other side of the Border for my bield.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that was passed over as a jest, since there was little harm done.—But, + hark thee, Adam,” continued his comrade, “if there was a dozen vacant + abbacies in your road, whether of jest or earnest, reason or unreason, + draw thou never one of their mitres over thy brows.—The time is not + fitting, man!—besides, our Maiden longs to clip the neck of a fat + churchman.” + </p> + <p> + “She shall never sheer mine in that capacity,” said the falconer, while he + knotted the kerchief in two or three double folds around his sunburnt + bull-neck, calling out at the same time, “Master Roland, Master Roland, + make haste! we must back to perch and mew, and, thank Heaven, more than + our own wit, with our bones whole, and without a stab in the stomach.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but,” said Wing-the-wind, “the page goes not back with you; the + Regent has other employment for him.” + </p> + <p> + “Saints and sorrows!” exclaimed the falconer—“Master Roland Graeme + to remain here, and I to return to Avenel!—Why, it cannot be—the + child cannot manage himself in this wide world without me, and I question + if he will stoop to any other whistle than mine own; there are times I + myself can hardly bring him to my lure.” + </p> + <p> + It was at Roland's tongue's end to say something concerning the occasion + they had for using mutually each other's prudence, but the real anxiety + which Adam evinced at parting with him, took away his disposition to such + ungracious raillery. The falconer did not altogether escape, however, for, + in turning his face towards the lattice, his friend Michael caught a + glimpse of it, and exclaimed, “I prithee, Adam Woodcock, what hast thou + been doing with these eyes of thine? They are swelled to the starting from + the socket!” + </p> + <p> + “Nought in the world,” said he, after casting a deprecating glance at + Roland Graeme, “but the effect of sleeping in this d—ned truckle + without a pillow.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Adam Woodcock, thou must be grown strangely dainty,” said his old + companion; “I have known thee sleep all night with no better pillow than a + bush of ling, and start up with the sun, as glegg as a falcon; and now + thine eyes resemble——” + </p> + <p> + “Tush, man, what signifies how mine eyes look now?” said Adam—“let + us but roast a crab-apple, pour a pottle of ale on it, and bathe our + throats withal, thou shalt see a change in me.” + </p> + <p> + “And thou wilt be in heart to sing thy jolly ballad about the Pope,” said + his comrade. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, that I will,” replied the falconer, “that is, when we have left this + quiet town five miles behind us, if you will take your hobby and ride so + far on my way.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, that I may not,” said Michael—“I can but stop to partake your + morning draught, and see you fairly to horse—I will see that they + saddle them, and toast the crab for thee, without loss of time.” + </p> + <p> + During his absence the falconer took the page by the hand—“May I + never hood hawk again,” said the good-natured fellow, “if I am not as + sorry to part with you as if you were a child of mine own, craving pardon + for the freedom—I cannot tell what makes me love you so much, unless + it be for the reason that I loved the vicious devil of a brown galloway + nag whom my master the Knight called Satan, till Master Warden changed his + name to Seyton; for he said it was over boldness to call a beast after the + King of Darkness——” + </p> + <p> + “And,” said the page, “it was over boldness in him, I trow, to call a + vicious brute after a noble family.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” proceeded Adam, “Seyton or Satan, I loved that nag over every + other horse in the stable—-There was no sleeping on his back—he + was for ever fidgeting, bolting, rearing, biting, kicking, and giving you + work to do, and maybe the measure of your back on the heather to the boot + of it all. And I think I love you better than any lad in the castle, for + the self-same qualities.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks, thanks, kind Adam. I regard myself bound to you for the good + estimation in which you hold me.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, interrupt me not,” said the falconer—“Satan was a good nag—But + I say I think I shall call the two eyases after you, the one Roland, and + the other Graeme; and while Adam Woodcock lives, be sure you have a friend—Here + is to thee, my dear son.” + </p> + <p> + Roland most heartily returned the grasp of the hand, and Woodcock, having + taken a deep draught, continued his farewell speech. + </p> + <p> + “There are three things I warn you against, Roland, now that you art to + tread this weary world without my experience to assist you. In the first + place, never draw dagger on slight occasion—every man's doublet is + not so well stuffed as a certain abbot's that you wot of. Secondly, fly + not at every pretty girl, like a merlin at a thrush—you will not + always win a gold chain for your labour—and, by the way, here I + return to you your fanfarona—keep it close, it is weighty, and may + benefit you at a pinch more ways than one. Thirdly, and to conclude, as + our worthy preacher says, beware of the pottle-pot—it has drenched + the judgment of wiser men than you. I could bring some instances of it, + but I dare say it needeth not; for if you should forget your own mishaps, + you will scarce fail to remember mine—And so farewell, my dear son.” + </p> + <p> + Roland returned his good wishes, and failed not to send his humble duty to + his kind Lady, charging the falconer, at the same time, to express his + regret that he should have offended her, and his determination so to bear + him in the world that she would not be ashamed of the generous protection + she had afforded him. + </p> + <p> + The falconer embraced his young friend, mounted his stout, round-made, + trotting-nag, which the serving-man, who had attended him, held ready at + the door, and took the road to the southward. A sullen and heavy sound + echoed from the horse's feet, as if indicating the sorrow of the + good-natured rider. Every hoof-tread seemed to tap upon Roland's heart as + he heard his comrade withdraw with so little of his usual alert activity, + and felt that he was once more alone in the world. + </p> + <p> + He was roused from his reverie by Michael Wing-the-wind, who reminded him + that it was necessary they should instantly return to the palace, as my + Lord Regent went to the Sessions early in the morning. They went thither + accordingly, and Wing-the-wind, a favourite old domestic, who was admitted + nearer to the Regent's person and privacy, than many whose posts were more + ostensible, soon introduced Graeme into a small matted chamber, where he + had an audience of the present head of the troubled State of Scotland. The + Earl of Murray was clad in a sad-coloured morning-gown, with a cap and + slippers of the same cloth, but, even in this easy deshabillé, held his + sheathed rapier in his hand, a precaution which he adopted when receiving + strangers, rather in compliance with the earnest remonstrances of his + friends and partisans, than from any personal apprehensions of his own. He + answered with a silent nod the respectful obeisance of the page, and took + one or two turns through the small apartment in silence, fixing his keen + eye on Roland, as if he wished to penetrate into his very soul. At length + he broke silence. + </p> + <p> + “Your name is, I think, Julian Graeme?” + </p> + <p> + “Roland Graeme, my lord, not Julian,” replied the page. + </p> + <p> + “Right—I was misled by some trick of my memory—Roland Graeme, + from the Debateable Land.—Roland, thou knowest the duties which + belong to a lady's service?” + </p> + <p> + “I should know them, my lord,” replied Roland, “having been bred so near + the person of my Lady of Avenel; but I trust never more to practise them, + as the Knight hath promised——” + </p> + <p> + “Be silent, young man,” said the Regent, “I am to speak, and you to hear + and obey. It is necessary that, for some space at least, you shall again + enter into the service of a lady, who, in rank, hath no equal in Scotland; + and this service accomplished, I give thee my word as Knight and Prince, + that it shall open to you a course of ambition, such as may well gratify + the aspiring wishes of one whom circumstances entitle to entertain much + higher views than thou. I will take thee into my household and near to my + person, or, at your own choice, I will give you the command of a + foot-company—either is a preferment which the proudest laird in the + land might be glad to ensure for a second son.” + </p> + <p> + “May I presume to ask, my lord,” said Roland, observing the Earl paused + for a reply, “to whom my poor services are in the first place destined?” + </p> + <p> + “You will be told hereafter,” said the Regent; and then, as if overcoming + some internal reluctance to speak farther himself, he added, “or why + should I not myself tell you, that you are about to enter into the service + of a most illustrious—most unhappy lady—into the service of + Mary of Scotland.” + </p> + <p> + “Of the Queen, my lord!” said the page, unable to suppress his surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Of her who was the Queen!” said Murray, with a singular mixture of + displeasure and embarrassment in his tone of voice. “You must be aware, + young man, that her son reigns in her stead.” + </p> + <p> + He sighed from an emotion, partly natural, perhaps, and partly assumed. + </p> + <p> + “And am I to attend upon her Grace in her place of imprisonment, my lord?” + again demanded the page, with a straightforward and hardy simplicity, + which somewhat disconcerted the sage and powerful statesman. + </p> + <p> + “She is not imprisoned,” answered Murray, angrily; “God forbid she should—she + is only sequestered from state affairs, and from the business of the + public, until the world be so effectually settled, that she may enjoy her + natural and uncontrolled freedom, without her royal disposition being + exposed to the practices of wicked and designing men. It is for this + purpose,” he added, “that while she is to be furnished, as right is, with + such attendance as may befit her present secluded state, it becomes + necessary that those placed around her, are persons on whose prudence I + can have reliance. You see, therefore, you are at once called on to + discharge an office most honourable in itself, and so to discharge it that + you may make a friend of the Regent of Scotland. Thou art, I have been + told, a singularly apprehensive youth; and I perceive by thy look, that + thou dost already understand what I would say on this matter. In this + schedule your particular points of duty are set down at length—but + the sum required of you is fidelity—I mean fidelity to myself and to + the state. You are, therefore, to watch every attempt which is made, or + inclination displayed, to open any communication with any of the lords who + have become banders in the west—with Hamilton, Seyton, with Fleming, + or the like. It is true that my gracious sister, reflecting upon the ill + chances that have happened to the state of this poor kingdom, from evil + counsellors who have abused her royal nature in time past, hath determined + to sequestrate herself from state affairs in future. But it is our duty, + as acting for and in the name of our infant nephew, to guard against the + evils which may arise from any mutation or vacillation in her royal + resolutions. Wherefore, it will be thy duty to watch, and report to our + lady mother, whose guest our sister is for the present, whatever may infer + a disposition to withdraw her person from the place of security in which + she is lodged, or to open communication with those without. If, however, + your observation should detect any thing of weight, and which may exceed + mere suspicion, fail not to send notice by an especial messenger to me + directly, and this ring shall be thy warrant to order horse and men on + such service.—And now begone. If there be half the wit in thy head + that there is apprehension in thy look, thou fully comprehendest all that + I would say—Serve me faithfully, and sure as I am belted earl, thy + reward shall be great.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme made an obeisance, and was about to depart. + </p> + <p> + The Earl signed to him to remain. “I have trusted thee deeply,” he said, + “young man, for thou art the only one of her suite who has been sent to + her by my own recommendation. Her gentlewomen are of her own nomination—it + were too hard to have barred her that privilege, though some there were + who reckoned it inconsistent with sure policy. Thou art young and + handsome. Mingle in their follies, and see they cover not deeper designs + under the appearance of female levity—if they do mine, do thou + countermine. For the rest, bear all decorum and respect to the person of + thy mistress—she is a princess, though a most unhappy one, and hath + been a queen! though now, alas! no longer such! Pay, therefore, to her all + honour and respect, consistent with thy fidelity to the King and me—and + now, farewell.—Yet stay—you travel with Lord Lindesay, a man + of the old world, rough and honest, though untaught; see that thou offend + him not, for he is not patient of raillery, and thou, I have heard, art a + crack-halter.” This he said with a smile, then added, “I could have wished + the Lord Lindesay's mission had been intrusted to some other and more + gentle noble.” + </p> + <p> + “And wherefore should you wish that, my lord?” said Morton, who even then + entered the apartment; “the council have decided for the best—we + have had but too many proofs of this lady's stubbornness of mind, and the + oak that resists the sharp steel axe, must be riven with the rugged iron + wedge.—And this is to be her page?—My Lord Regent hath + doubtless instructed you, young man, how you shall guide yourself in these + matters; I will add but a little hint on my part. You are going to the + castle of a Douglas, where treachery never thrives—the first moment + of suspicion will be the last of your life. My kinsman, William Douglas, + understands no raillery, and if he once have cause to think you false, you + will waver in the wind from the castle battlements ere the sun set upon + his anger.—And is the lady to have an almoner withal?” + </p> + <p> + “Occasionally, Douglas,” said the Regent; “it were hard to deny the + spiritual consolation which she thinks essential to her salvation.” + </p> + <p> + “You are ever too soft hearted, my lord—What! a false priest to + communicate her lamentations, not only to our unfriends in Scotland, but + to the Guises, to Rome, to Spain, and I know not where!” + </p> + <p> + “Fear not,” said the Regent, “we will take such order that no treachery + shall happen.” + </p> + <p> + “Look to it then.” said Morton; “you know my mind respecting the wench you + have consented she shall receive as a waiting-woman—one of a family, + which, of all others, has ever been devoted to her, and inimical to us. + Had we not been wary, she would have been purveyed of a page as much to + her purpose as her waiting-damsel. I hear a rumour that an old mad Romish + pilgrimer, who passes for at least half a saint among them, was employed + to find a fit subject.” + </p> + <p> + “We have escaped that danger at least,” said Murray, “and converted it + into a point of advantage, by sending this boy of Glendinning's—and + for her waiting-damsel, you cannot grudge her one poor maiden instead of + her four noble Marys and all their silken train?” + </p> + <p> + “I care not so much for the waiting-maiden,” said Morton, “but I cannot + brook the almoner—I think priests of all persuasions are much like + each other—Here is John Knox, who made such a noble puller-down, is + ambitious of becoming a setter-up, and a founder of schools and colleges + out of the Abbey lands, and bishops' rents, and other spoils of Rome, + which the nobility of Scotland have won with their sword and bow, and with + which he would endow new hives to sing the old drone.” + </p> + <p> + “John is a man of God,” said the Regent, “and his scheme is a devout + imagination.” + </p> + <p> + The sedate smile with which this was spoken, left it impossible to + conjecture whether the words were meant in approbation, or in derision, of + the plan of the Scottish Reformer. Turning then to Roland Graeme, as if he + thought he had been long enough a witness of this conversation, he bade + him get him presently to horse, since my Lord of Lindesay was already + mounted. The page made his reverence, and left the apartment. + </p> + <p> + Guided by Michael Wing-the-wind, he found his horse ready saddled and + prepared for the journey, in front of the palace porch, where hovered + about a score of men-at-arms, whose leader showed no small symptoms of + surly impatience. + </p> + <p> + “Is this the jackanape page for whom we have waited thus long?” said he to + Wing-the-wind.—“And my Lord Ruthven will reach the castle long + before us.” + </p> + <p> + Michael assented, and added, that the boy had been detained by the Regent + to receive some parting instructions. The leader made an inarticulate + sound in his throat, expressive of sullen acquiescence, and calling to one + of his domestic attendants, “Edward,” said he, “take the gallant into your + charge, and let him speak with no one else.” + </p> + <p> + He then addressed, by the title of Sir Robert, an elderly and + respectable-looking gentleman, the only one of the party who seemed above + the rank of a retainer or domestic, and observed, that they must get to + horse with all speed. + </p> + <p> + During this discourse, and while they were riding slowly along the street + of the suburb, Roland had time to examine more accurately the looks and + figure of the Baron, who was at their head. + </p> + <p> + Lord Lindesay of the Byres was rather touched than stricken with years. + His upright stature and strong limbs, still showed him fully equal to all + the exertions and fatigues of war. His thick eyebrows, now partially + grizzled, lowered over large eyes full of dark fire, which seemed yet + darker from the uncommon depth at which they were set in his head. His + features, naturally strong and harsh, had their sternness exaggerated by + one or two scars received in battle. These features, naturally calculated + to express the harsher passions, were shaded by an open steel cap, with a + projecting front, but having no visor, over the gorget of which fell the + black and grizzled beard of the grim old Baron, and totally hid the lower + part of his face. The rest of his dress was a loose buff-coat, which had + once been lined with silk and adorned with embroidery, but which seemed + much stained with travel, and damaged with cuts, received probably in + battle. It covered a corslet, which had once been of polished steel, + fairly gilded, but was now somewhat injured with rust. A sword of antique + make and uncommon size, framed to be wielded with both hands, a kind of + weapon which was then beginning to go out of use, hung from his neck in a + baldrick, and was so disposed as to traverse his whole person, the huge + hilt appearing over his left shoulder, and the point reaching well-nigh to + the right heel, and jarring against his spur as he walked. This unwieldy + weapon could only be unsheathed by pulling the handle over the left + shoulder—for no human arm was long enough to draw it in the usual + manner. The whole equipment was that of a rude warrior, negligent of his + exterior even to misanthropical sullenness; and the short, harsh, haughty + tone, which he used towards his attendants, belonged to the same + unpolished character. + </p> + <p> + The personage who rode with Lord Lindesay, at the head of the party, was + an absolute contrast to him, in manner, form, and features. His thin and + silky hair was already white, though he seemed not above forty-five or + fifty years old. His tone of voice was soft and insinuating—his form + thin, spare, and bent by an habitual stoop—his pale cheek was + expressive of shrewdness and intelligence—his eye was quick though + placid, and his whole demeanour mild and conciliatory. He rode an ambling + nag, such as were used by ladies, clergymen, or others of peaceful + professions—wore a riding habit of black velvet, with a cap and + feather of the same hue, fastened up by a golden medal—and for show, + and as a mark of rank rather than for use, carried a walking-sword, (as + the short light rapiers were called,) without any other arms, offensive or + defensive. + </p> + <p> + The party had now quitted the town, and proceeded, at a steady trot, + towards the west.—As they prosecuted their journey, Roland Graeme + would gladly have learned something of its purpose and tendency, but the + countenance of the personage next to whom he had been placed in the train, + discouraged all approach to familiarity. The Baron himself did not look + more grim and inaccessible than his feudal retainer, whose grisly beard + fell over his mouth like the portcullis before the gate of a castle, as if + for the purpose of preventing the escape of any word, of which absolute + necessity did not demand the utterance. The rest of the train seemed under + the same taciturn influence, and journeyed on without a word being + exchanged amongst them—more like a troop of Carthusian friars than a + party of military retainers. Roland Graeme was surprised at this extremity + of discipline; for even in the household of the Knight of Avenel, though + somewhat distinguished for the accuracy with which decorum was enforced, a + journey was a period of license, during which jest and song, and every + thing within the limits of becoming mirth and pastime were freely + permitted. This unusual silence was, however, so far acceptable, that it + gave him time to bring any shadow of judgment which he possessed to + council on his own situation and prospects, which would have appeared to + any reasonable person in the highest degree dangerous and perplexing. + </p> + <p> + It was quite evident that he had, through various circumstances not under + his own control, formed contradictory connexions with both the contending + factions, by whose strife the kingdom was distracted, without being + properly an adherent of either. It seemed also clear, that the same + situation in the household of the deposed Queen, to which he was now + promoted by the influence of the Regent, had been destined to him by his + enthusiastic grandmother, Magdalen Graeme; for on this subject, the words + which Morton had dropped had been a ray of light; yet it was no less clear + that these two persons, the one the declared enemy, the other the + enthusiastic votary, of the Catholic religion,—the one at the head + of the King's new government, the other, who regarded that government as a + criminal usurpation—must have required and expected very different + services from the individual whom they had thus united in recommending. It + required very little reflection to foresee that these contradictory claims + on his services might speedily place him in a situation where his honour + as well as his life might be endangered. But it was not in Roland Graeme's + nature to anticipate evil before it came, or to prepare to combat + difficulties before they arrived. “I will see this beautiful and + unfortunate Mary Stewart,” said he, “of whom we have heard so much, and + then there will be time enough to determine whether I will be kingsman or + queensman. None of them can say I have given word or promise to either of + their factions; for they have led me up and down like a blind Billy, + without giving me any light into what I was to do. But it was lucky that + grim Douglas came into the Regent's closet this morning, otherwise I had + never got free of him without plighting my troth to do all the Earl would + have me, which seemed, after all, but foul play to the poor imprisoned + lady, to place her page as an espial on her.” + </p> + <p> + Skipping thus lightly over a matter of such consequence, the thoughts of + the hare-brained boy went a wool-gathering after more agreeable topics. + Now he admired the Gothic towers of Barnbougle, rising from the seabeaten + rock, and overlooking one of the most glorious landscapes in Scotland—and + now he began to consider what notable sport for the hounds and the hawks + must be afforded by the variegated ground over which they travelled—and + now he compared the steady and dull trot at which they were then + prosecuting their journey, with the delight of sweeping over hill and dale + in pursuit of his favourite sports. As, under the influence of these + joyous recollections, he gave his horse the spur, and made him execute a + gambade, he instantly incurred the censure of his grave neighbour, who + hinted to him to keep the pace, and move quietly and in order, unless he + wished such notice to be taken of his eccentric movements as was likely to + be very displeasing to him. + </p> + <p> + The rebuke and the restraint under which the youth now found himself, + brought back to his recollection his late good-humoured and accommodating + associate and guide, Adam Woodcock; and from that topic his imagination + made a short flight to Avenel Castle, to the quiet and unconfined life of + its inhabitants, the goodness of his early protectress, not forgetting the + denizens of its stables, kennels, and hawk-mews. In a brief space, all + these subjects of meditation gave way to the resemblance of that riddle of + womankind, Catherine Seyton, who appeared before the eye of his mind—now + in her female form, now in her male attire—now in both at once—like + some strange dream, which presents to us the same individual under two + different characters at the same instant. Her mysterious present also + recurred to his recollection—the sword which he now wore at his + side, and which he was not to draw save by command of his legitimate + Sovereign! But the key of this mystery he judged he was likely to find in + the issue of his present journey. + </p> + <p> + With such thoughts passing through his mind, Roland Graeme accompanied the + party of Lord Lindesay to the Queen's-Ferry, which they passed in vessels + that lay in readiness for them. They encountered no adventure whatever in + their passage, excepting one horse being lamed in getting into the boat, + an accident very common on such occasions, until a few years ago, when the + ferry was completely regulated. What was more peculiarly characteristic of + the olden age, was the discharge of a culverin at the party from the + battlements of the old castle of Rosythe, on the north side of the Ferry, + the lord of which happened to have some public or private quarrel with the + Lord Lindesay, and took this mode of expressing his resentment. The + insult, however, as it was harmless, remained unnoticed and unavenged, nor + did any thing else occur worth notice until the band had come where + Lochleven spread its magnificent sheet of waters to the beams of a bright + summer's sun. + </p> + <p> + The ancient castle, which occupies an island nearly in the centre of the + lake, recalled to the page that of Avenel, in which he had been nurtured. + But the lake was much larger, and adorned with several islets besides that + on which the fortress was situated; and instead of being embosomed in + hills like that of Avenel, had upon the southern side only a splendid + mountainous screen, being the descent of one of the Lomond hills, and on + the other was surrounded by the extensive and fertile plain of Kinross. + Roland Graeme looked with some degree of dismay on the water-girdled + fortress, which then, as now, consisted only of one large donjon-keep, + surrounded with a court-yard, with two round flanking-towers at the + angles, which contained within its circuit some other buildings of + inferior importance. A few old trees, clustered together near the castle, + gave some relief to the air of desolate seclusion; but yet the page, while + he gazed upon a building so sequestrated, could not but feel for the + situation of a captive Princess doomed to dwell there, as well as for his + own. “I must have been born,” he thought, “under the star that presides + over ladies and lakes of water, for I cannot by any means escape from the + service of the one, or from dwelling in the other. But if they allow me + not the fair freedom of my sport and exercise, they shall find it as hard + to confine a wild-drake, as a youth who can swim like one.” + </p> + <p> + The band had now reached the edge of the water, and one of the party + advancing displayed Lord Lindesay's pennon, waving it repeatedly to and + fro, while that Baron himself blew a clamorous blast on his bugle. A + banner was presently displayed from the roof of the castle in reply to + these signals, and one or two figures were seen busied as if unmooring a + boat which lay close to the islet. + </p> + <p> + “It will be some time ere they can reach us with the boat,” said the + companion of Lord Lindesay; “should we not do well to proceed to the town, + and array ourselves in some better order, ere we appear before——” + </p> + <p> + “You may do as you list, Sir Robert,” replied Lindesay, “I have neither + time nor temper to waste on such vanities. She has cost me many a hard + ride, and must not now take offence at the threadbare cloak and soiled + doublet that I am arrayed in. It is the livery to which she has brought + all Scotland.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not speak so harshly,” said Sir Robert; “if she hath done wrong, she + hath dearly abied it; and in losing all real power, one would not deprive + her of the little external homage due at once to a lady and a princess.” + </p> + <p> + “I say to you once more, Sir Robert Melville,” replied Lindesay, “do as + you will—for me, I am now too old to dink myself as a gallant to + grace the bower of dames.” + </p> + <p> + “The bower of dames, my lord!” said Melville, looking at the rude old + tower—“is it yon dark and grated castle, the prison of a captive + Queen, to which you give so gay a name?” + </p> + <p> + “Name it as you list,” replied Lindesay; “had the Regent desired to send + an envoy capable to speak to a captive Queen, there are many gallants in + his court who would have courted the occasion to make speeches out of + Amadis of Gaul, or the Mirror of Knighthood. But when he sent blunt old + Lindesay, he knew he would speak to a misguided woman, as her former + misdoings and her present state render necessary. I sought not this + employment—it has been thrust upon me; and I will not cumber myself + with more form in the discharge of it, than needs must be tacked to such + an occupation.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, Lord Lindesay threw himself from horseback, and wrapping his + riding-cloak around him, lay down at lazy length upon the sward, to await + the arrival of the boat, which was now seen rowing from the castle towards + the shore. Sir Robert Melville, who had also dismounted, walked at short + turns to and fro upon the bank, his arms crossed on his breast, often + looking to the castle, and displaying in his countenance a mixture of + sorrow and of anxiety. The rest of the party sate like statues on + horseback, without moving so much as the points of their lances, which + they held upright in the air. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the boat approached a rude quay or landing-place, near to which + they had stationed themselves, Lord Lindesay started up from his recumbent + posture, and asked the person who steered, why he had not brought a larger + boat with him to transport his retinue. + </p> + <p> + “So please you,” replied the boatman, “because it is the order of our + lady, that we bring not to the castle more than four persons.” + </p> + <p> + “Thy lady is a wise woman,” said Lindesay, “to suspect me of treachery!—Or, + had I intended it, what was to hinder us from throwing you and your + comrades into the lake, and filling the boat with my own fellows?” + </p> + <p> + The steersman, on hearing this, made a hasty signal to his men to back + their oars, and hold off from the shore which they were approaching. + </p> + <p> + “Why, thou ass,” said Lindesay, “thou didst not think that I meant thy + fool's head serious harm? Hark thee, friend—with fewer than three + servants I will go no whither—Sir Robert Melville will require at + least the attendance of one domestic; and it will be at your peril and + your lady's to refuse us admission, come hither as we are, on matters of + great national concern.” + </p> + <p> + The steersman answered with firmness, but with great civility of + expression, that his orders were positive to bring no more than four into + the island, but he offered to row back to obtain a revisal of his orders. + </p> + <p> + “Do so, my friend,” said Sir Robert Melville, after he had in vain + endeavoured to persuade his stubborn companion to consent to a temporary + abatement of his train, “row back to the castle, sith it will be no + better, and obtain thy lady's orders to transport the Lord Lindesay, + myself, and our retinue hither.” + </p> + <p> + “And hearken,” said Lord Lindesay, “take with you this page, who comes as + an attendant on your lady's guest.—Dismount, sirrah,” said he, + addressing Roland, “and embark with them in that boat.” + </p> + <p> + “And what is to become of my horse?” said Graeme; “I am answerable for him + to my master.” + </p> + <p> + “I will relieve you of the charge,” said Lindesay; “thou wilt have little + enough to do with horse, saddle, or bridle, for ten years to come—Thou + mayst take the halter an thou wilt—it may stand thee in a turn.” + </p> + <p> + “If I thought so,” said Roland—but he was interrupted by Sir Robert + Melville, who said to him good-humouredly, “Dispute it not, young friend—resistance + can do no good, but may well run thee into danger.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme felt the justice of what he said, and, though neither + delighted with the matter or manner of Lindesay's address, deemed it best + to submit to necessity, and to embark without farther remonstrance. The + men plied their oars. The quay, with the party of horse stationed near it, + receded from the page's eyes—the castle and the islet seemed to draw + near in the same proportion, and in a brief space he landed under the + shadow of a huge old tree which overhung the landing place. The steersman + and Graeme leaped ashore; the boatmen remained lying on their oars ready + for further service. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Twenty-First. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Could valour aught avail or people's love, + France had not wept Navarre's brave Henry slain; + If wit or beauty could compassion move, + The rose of Scotland had not wept in vain. + <i>Elegy in a Royal Mausoleum.</i> LEWIS. +</pre> + <p> + At the gate of the court-yard of Lochleven appeared the stately form of + the Lady Lochleven, a female whose early charms had captivated James V., + by whom she became mother of the celebrated Regent Murray. As she was of + noble birth (being a daughter of the house of Mar) and of great beauty, + her intimacy with James did not prevent her being afterwards sought in + honourable marriage by many gallants of the time, among whom she had + preferred Sir William Douglas of Lochleven. But well has it been said + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ——“Our pleasant vices + Are made the whips to scourge us”—- +</pre> + <p> + The station which the Lady of Lochleven now held as the wife of a man of + high rank and interest, and the mother of a lawful family, did not prevent + her nourishing a painful sense of degradation, even while she was proud of + the talents, the power, and the station of her son, now prime ruler of the + state, but still a pledge of her illicit intercourse. “Had James done to + her,” she said, in her secret heart, “the justice he owed her, she had + seen in her son, as a source of unmixed delight and of unchastened pride, + the lawful monarch of Scotland, and one of the ablest who ever swayed the + sceptre.” The House of Mar, not inferior in antiquity or grandeur to that + of Drummond, would then have also boasted a Queen among its daughters, and + escaped the stain attached to female frailty, even when it has a royal + lover for its apology. While such feelings preyed on a bosom naturally + proud and severe, they had a corresponding effect on her countenance, + where, with the remains of great beauty, were mingled traits of inward + discontent and peevish melancholy. It perhaps contributed to increase this + habitual temperament, that the Lady Lochleven had adopted uncommonly rigid + and severe views of religion, imitating in her ideas of reformed faith the + very worst errors of the Catholics, in limiting the benefit of the gospel + to those who profess their own speculative tenets. + </p> + <p> + In every respect, the unfortunate Queen Mary, now the compulsory guest, or + rather prisoner, of this sullen lady, was obnoxious to her hostess. Lady + Lochleven disliked her as the daughter of Mary of Guise, the legal + possessor of those rights over James's heart and hand, of which she + conceived herself to have been injuriously deprived; and yet more so as + the professor of a religion which she detested worse than Paganism. + </p> + <p> + Such was the dame, who, with stately mien, and sharp yet handsome + features, shrouded by her black velvet coif, interrogated the domestic who + steered her barge to the shore, what had become of Lindesay and Sir Robert + Melville. The man related what had passed, and she smiled scornfully as + she replied, “Fools must be flattered, not foughten with.—Row back—make + thy excuse as thou canst—say Lord Ruthven hath already reached this + castle, and that he is impatient for Lord Lindesay's presence. Away with + thee, Randal—yet stay—what galopin is that thou hast brought + hither?” + </p> + <p> + “So please you, my lady, he is the page who is to wait upon——” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, the new male minion,” said the Lady Lochleven; “the female attendant + arrived yesterday. I shall have a well-ordered house with this lady and + her retinue; but I trust they will soon find some others to undertake such + a charge. Begone, Randal—and you” (to Roland Graeme) “follow me to + the garden.” + </p> + <p> + She led the way with a slow and stately step to the small garden, which, + enclosed by a stone wall ornamented with statues, and an artificial + fountain in the centre, extended its dull parterres on the side of the + court-yard, with which it communicated by a low and arched portal. Within + the narrow circuit of its formal and limited walks, Mary Stewart was now + learning to perform the weary part of a prisoner, which, with little + interval, she was doomed to sustain during the remainder of her life. She + was followed in her slow and melancholy exercise by two female attendants; + but in the first glance which Roland Graeme bestowed upon one so + illustrious by birth, so distinguished by her beauty, accomplishments, and + misfortunes, he was sensible of the presence of no other than the unhappy + Queen of Scotland. + </p> + <p> + Her face, her form, have been so deeply impressed upon the imagination, + that even at the distance of nearly three centuries, it is unnecessary to + remind the most ignorant and uninformed reader of the striking traits + which characterize that remarkable countenance, which seems at once to + combine our ideas of the majestic, the pleasing, and the brilliant, + leaving us to doubt whether they express most happily the queen, the + beauty, or the accomplished woman. Who is there, that, at the very mention + of Mary Stewart's name, has not her countenance before him, familiar as + that of the mistress of his youth, or the favourite daughter of his + advanced age? Even those who feel themselves compelled to believe all, or + much, of what her enemies laid to her charge, cannot think without a sigh + upon a countenance expressive of anything rather than the foul crimes with + which she was charged when living, and which still continue to shade, if + not to blacken, her memory. That brow, so truly open and regal—those + eyebrows, so regularly graceful, which yet were saved from the charge of + regular insipidity by the beautiful effect of the hazel eyes which they + overarched, and which seem to utter a thousand histories—the nose, + with all its Grecian precision of outline—the mouth, so well + proportioned, so sweetly formed, as if designed to speak nothing but what + was delightful to hear—the dimpled chin—the stately swan-like + neck, form a countenance, the like of which we know not to have existed in + any other character moving in that class of life, where the actresses as + well as the actors command general and undivided attention. It is in vain + to say that the portraits which exist of this remarkable woman are not + like each other; for, amidst their discrepancy, each possesses general + features which the eye at once acknowledges as peculiar to the vision + which our imagination has raised while we read her history for the first + time, and which has been impressed upon it by the numerous prints and + pictures which we have seen. Indeed we cannot look on the worst of them, + however deficient in point of execution, without saying that it is meant + for Queen Mary; and no small instance it is of the power of beauty, that + her charms should have remained the subject not merely of admiration, but + of warm and chivalrous interest, after the lapse of such a length of time. + We know that by far the most acute of those who, in latter days, have + adopted the unfavourable view of Mary's character, longed, like the + executioner before his dreadful task was performed, to kiss the fair hand + of her on whom he was about to perform so horrible a duty. + </p> + <p> + Dressed, then, in a deep mourning robe, and with all those charms of face, + shape, and manner, with which faithful tradition has made each reader + familiar, Mary Stewart advanced to meet the Lady of Lochleven, who, on her + part, endeavoured to conceal dislike and apprehension under the appearance + of respectful indifference. The truth was, that she had experienced + repeatedly the Queen's superiority in that species of disguised yet + cutting sarcasm, with which women can successfully avenge themselves, for + real and substantial injuries. It may be well doubted, whether this talent + was not as fatal to its possessor as the many others enjoyed by that + highly gifted, but most unhappy female; for, while it often afforded her a + momentary triumph over her keepers, it failed not to exasperate their + resentment; and the satire and sarcasm in which she had indulged were + frequently retaliated by the deep and bitter hardships which they had the + power of inflicting. It is well known that her death was at length + hastened by a letter which she wrote to Queen Elizabeth, in which she + treated her jealous rival, and the Countess of Shrewsbury, with the + keenest irony and ridicule. + </p> + <p> + As the ladies met together, the Queen said, bending her head at the same + time, in return to the obeisance of the Lady Lochleven, “We are this day + fortunate—we enjoy the company of our amiable hostess at an unusual + hour, and during a period which we have hitherto been permitted to give to + our private exercise. But our good hostess knows well she has at all times + access to our presence, and need not observe the useless ceremony of + requiring our permission.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry my presence is deemed an intrusion by your Grace,” said the + Lady of Lochleven. “I came but to announce the arrival of an addition to + your train,” motioning with her hand towards Roland Graeme; “a + circumstance to which ladies are seldom indifferent.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! I crave your ladyship's pardon; and am bent to the earth with + obligations for the kindness of my nobles—or my sovereigns, shall I + call them?—who have permitted me such a respectable addition to my + personal retinue.” + </p> + <p> + “They have indeed studied, Madam,” said the Lady of Lochleven, “to show + their kindness towards your Grace—something at the risk perhaps of + sound policy, and I trust their doings will not be misconstrued.” + </p> + <p> + “Impossible!” said the Queen; “the bounty which permits the daughter of so + many kings, and who yet is Queen of the realm, the attendance of two + waiting-women and a boy, is a grace which Mary Stewart can never + sufficiently acknowledge. Why! my train will be equal to that of any + country dame in this your kingdom of Fife, saving but the lack of a + gentleman-usher, and a pair or two of blue-coated serving-men. But I must + not forget, in my selfish joy, the additional trouble and charges to which + this magnificent augmentation of our train will put our kind hostess, and + the whole house of Lochleven. It is this prudent anxiety, I am aware, + which clouds your brows, my worthy lady. But be of good cheer; the crown + of Scotland has many a fair manor, and your affectionate son, and my no + less affectionate brother, will endow the good knight your husband with + the best of them, ere Mary should be dismissed from this hospitable castle + from your ladyship's lack of means to support the charges.” + </p> + <p> + “The Douglasses of Lochleven, madam,” answered the lady, “have known for + ages how to discharge their duty to the State, without looking for reward, + even when the task was both irksome and dangerous.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay! but, my dear Lochleven,” said the Queen, “you are over scrupulous—I + pray you accept of a goodly manor; what should support the Queen of + Scotland in this her princely court, saving her own crown-lands—and + who should minister to the wants of a mother, save an affectionate son + like the Earl of Murray, who possesses so wonderfully both the power and + inclination?—Or said you it was the danger of the task which clouded + your smooth and hospitable brow?—No doubt, a page is a formidable + addition to my body-guard of females; and I bethink me it must have been + for that reason that my Lord of Lindesay refused even now to venture + within the reach of a force so formidable, without being attended by a + competent retinue.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady Lochleven started, and looked something surprised; and Mary + suddenly changing her manner from the smooth ironical affectation of + mildness to an accent of austere command, and drawing up at the same time + her fine person, said, with the full majesty of her rank, “Yes! Lady of + Lochleven; I know that Ruthven is already in the castle, and that Lindesay + waits on the bank the return of your barge to bring him hither along with + Sir Robert Melville. For what purpose do these nobles come—and why + am I not in ordinary decency apprised of their arrival?”' + </p> + <p> + “Their purpose, madam,” replied the Lady of Lochleven, “they must + themselves explain—but a formal annunciation were needless, where + your Grace hath attendants who can play the espial so well.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! poor Fleming,” said the Queen, turning to the elder of the female + attendants, “thou wilt be tried, condemned, and gibbeted, for a spy in the + garrison, because thou didst chance to cross the great hall while my good + Lady of Lochleven was parleying at the full pitch of her voice with her + pilot Randal. Put black wool in thy ears, girl, as you value the wearing + of them longer. Remember, in the Castle of Lochleven, ears and tongues are + matters not of use, but for show merely. Our good hostess can hear, as + well as speak, for us all. We excuse your farther attendance, my lady + hostess,” she said, once more addressing the object of her resentment, + “and retire to prepare for an interview with our rebel lords. We will use + the ante-chamber of our sleeping apartment as our hall of audience. You, + young man,” she proceeded, addressing Roland Graeme, and at once softening + the ironical sharpness of her manner into good-humoured raillery, “you, + who are all our male attendance, from our Lord High Chamberlain down to + our least galopin, follow us to prepare our court.” + </p> + <p> + She turned, and walked slowly towards the castle. The Lady of Lochleven + folded her arms, and smiled in bitter resentment, as she watched her + retiring steps. + </p> + <p> + “The whole male attendance!” she muttered, repeating the Queen's last + words, “and well for thee had it been had thy train never been larger;” + then turning to Roland, in whose way she had stood while making this + pause, she made room for him to pass, saying at the same time, “Art thou + already eaves-dropping? follow thy mistress, minion, and, if thou wilt, + tell her what I have now said.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme hastened after his royal mistress and her attendants, who + had just entered a postern-gate communicating betwixt the castle and the + small garden. They ascended a winding-stair as high as the second story, + which was in a great measure occupied by a suite of three rooms, opening + into each other, and assigned as the dwelling of the captive Princess. The + outermost was a small hall or ante-room, within which opened a large + parlour, and from that again the Queen's bedroom. Another small apartment, + which opened into the same parlour, contained the beds of the gentlewomen + in waiting. + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme stopped, as became his station, in the outermost of these + apartments, there to await such orders as might be communicated to him. + From the grated window of the room he saw Lindesay, Melville, and their + followers disembark; and observed that they were met at the castle gate by + a third noble, to whom Lindesay exclaimed, in his loud harsh voice, “My + Lord of Ruthven, you have the start of us!” + </p> + <p> + At this instant, the page's attention was called to a burst of hysterical + sobs from the inner apartment, and to the hurried ejaculations of the + terrified females, which led him almost instantly to hasten to their + assistance. When he entered, he saw that the Queen had thrown herself into + the large chair which stood nearest the door, and was sobbing for breath + in a strong fit of hysterical affection. The elder female supported her in + her arms, while the younger bathed her face with water and with tears + alternately. + </p> + <p> + “Hasten, young man!” said the elder lady, in alarm, “fly—call in + assistance—she is swooning!” + </p> + <p> + But the Queen ejaculated in a faint and broken voice, “Stir not, I charge + you!—call no one to witness—I am better—I shall recover + instantly.” And, indeed, with an effort which seemed like that of one + struggling for life, she sate up in her chair, and endeavoured to resume + her composure, while her features yet trembled with the violent emotion of + body and mind which she had undergone. “I am ashamed of my weakness, + girls,” she said, taking the hands of her attendants; “but it is over—and + I am Mary Stewart once more. The savage tone of that man's voice—my + knowledge of his insolence—the name which he named—the purpose + for which they come—may excuse a moment's weakness, and it shall be + a moment's only.” She snatched from her head the curch or cap, which had + been disordered during her hysterical agony, shook down the thick + clustered tresses of dark brown which had been before veiled under it—and, + drawing her slender fingers across the labyrinth which they formed, she + arose from the chair, and stood like the inspired image of a Grecian + prophetess in a mood which partook at once of sorrow and pride, of smiles + and of tears. “We are ill appointed,” she said, “to meet our rebel + subjects; but, as far as we may, we will strive to present ourselves as + becomes their Queen. Follow me, my maidens,” she said; “what says thy + favourite song, my Fleming? + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 'My maids, come to my dressing-bower, + And deck my nut-brown hair; + Where'er ye laid a plait before, + Look ye lay ten times 'mair.' +</pre> + <p> + “Alas!” she added, when she had repeated with a smile these lines of an + old ballad, “violence has already robbed me of the ordinary decorations of + my rank; and the few that nature gave me have been destroyed by sorrow and + by fear.” Yet while she spoke thus, she again let her slender fingers + stray through the wilderness of the beautiful tresses which veiled her + kingly neck and swelling bosom, as if, in her agony of mind, she had not + altogether lost the consciousness of her unrivalled charms. Roland Graeme, + on whose youth, inexperience, and ardent sense of what was dignified and + lovely, the demeanour of so fair and high-born a lady wrought like the + charm of a magician, stood rooted to the spot with surprise and interest, + longing to hazard his life in a quarrel so fair as that which Mary + Stewart's must needs be. She had been bred in France—she was + possessed of the most distinguished beauty—she had reigned a Queen + and a Scottish Queen, to whom knowledge of character was as essential as + the use of vital air. In all these capacities, Mary was, of all women on + the earth, most alert at perceiving and using the advantages which her + charms gave her over almost all who came within the sphere of their + influence. She cast on Roland a glance which might have melted a heart of + stone. “My poor boy,” she said, with a feeling partly real, partly + politic, “thou art a stranger to us—sent to this doleful captivity + from the society of some tender mother, or sister, or maiden, with whom + you had freedom to tread a gay measure round the Maypole. I grieve for + you; but you are the only male in my limited household—wilt thou + obey my orders?” + </p> + <p> + “To the death, madam,” said Graeme, in a determined tone. + </p> + <p> + “Then keep the door of mine apartment,” said the Queen; “keep it till they + offer actual violence, or till we shall be fitly arrayed to receive these + intrusive visiters.” + </p> + <p> + “I will defend it till they pass over my body,” said Roland Graeme; any + hesitation which he had felt concerning the line of conduct he ought to + pursue being completely swept away by the impulse of the moment. + </p> + <p> + “Not so, my good youth,” answered Mary; “not so, I command. If I have one + faithful subject beside me, much need, God wot, I have to care for his + safety. Resist them but till they are put to the shame of using actual + violence, and then give way, I charge you. Remember my commands.” And, + with a smile expressive at once of favour and of authority, she turned + from him, and, followed by her attendants, entered the bedroom. + </p> + <p> + The youngest paused for half a second ere she followed her companion, and + made a signal to Roland Graeme with her hand. He had been already long + aware that this was Catherine Seyton—a circumstance which could not + much surprise a youth of quick intellects, who recollected the sort of + mysterious discourse which had passed betwixt the two matrons at the + deserted nunnery, and on which his meeting with Catherine in this place + seemed to cast so much light. Yet such was the engrossing effect of Mary's + presence, that it surmounted for the moment even the feelings of a + youthful lover; and it was not until Catherine Seyton had disappeared, + that Roland began to consider in what relation they were to stand to each + other. “She held up her hand to me in a commanding manner,” he thought; + “perhaps she wanted to confirm my purpose for the execution of the Queen's + commands; for I think she could scarce purpose to scare me with the sort + of discipline which she administered to the groom in the frieze-jacket, + and to poor Adam Woodcock. But we will see to that anon; meantime, let us + do justice to the trust reposed in us by this unhappy Queen. I think my + Lord of Murray will himself own that it is the duty of a faithful page to + defend his lady against intrusion on her privacy.” + </p> + <p> + Accordingly, he stepped to the little vestibule, made fast, with lock and + bar, the door which opened from thence to the large staircase, and then + sat himself down to attend the result. He had not long to wait—a + rude and strong hand first essayed to lift the latch, then pushed and + shook the door with violence, and, when it resisted his attempt to open + it, exclaimed, “Undo the door there, you within!” + </p> + <p> + “Why, and at whose command,” said the page, “am I to undo the door of the + apartments of the Queen of Scotland?” + </p> + <p> + Another vain attempt, which made hinge and bolt jingle, showed that the + impatient applicant without would willingly have entered altogether + regardless of his challenge; but at length an answer was returned. + </p> + <p> + “Undo the door, on your peril—the Lord Lindesay comes to speak with + the Lady Mary of Scotland.” + </p> + <p> + “The Lord Lindesay, as a Scottish noble,” answered the page, “must await + his Sovereign's leisure.” + </p> + <p> + An earnest altercation ensued amongst those without, in which Roland + distinguished the remarkable harsh voice of Lindesay in reply to Sir + Robert Melville, who appeared to have been using some soothing language—“No! + no! no! I tell thee, no! I will place a petard against the door rather + than be baulked by a profligate woman, and bearded by an insolent + footboy.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet, at least,” said Melville, “let me try fair means in the first + instance. Violence to a lady would stain your scutcheon for ever. Or await + till my Lord Ruthven comes.” + </p> + <p> + “I will await no longer,” said Lindesay; “it is high time the business + were done, and we on our return to the council. But thou mayest try thy + fair play, as thou callest it, while I cause my train to prepare the + petard. I came hither provided with as good gunpowder as blew up the Kirk + of Field.” + </p> + <p> + “For God's sake, be patient,” said Melville; and, approaching the door, he + said, as speaking to those within, “Let the Queen know, that I, her + faithful servant, Robert Melville, do entreat her, for her own sake, and + to prevent worse consequences, that she will undo the door, and admit Lord + Lindesay, who brings a mission from the Council of State.” + </p> + <p> + “I will do your errand to the Queen,” said the page, “and report to you + her answer.” + </p> + <p> + He went to the door of the bedchamber, and tapping against it gently, it + was opened by the elderly lady, to whom he communicated his errand, and + returned with directions from the Queen to admit Sir Robert Melville and + Lord Lindesay. Roland Graeme returned to the vestibule, and opened the + door accordingly, into which the Lord Lindesay strode, with the air of a + soldier who has fought his way into a conquered fortress; while Melville, + deeply dejected, followed him more slowly. + </p> + <p> + “I draw you to witness, and to record,” said the page to this last, “that, + save for the especial commands of the Queen, I would have made good the + entrance, with my best strength, and my best blood, against all Scotland.” + </p> + <p> + “Be silent, young man,” said Melville, in a tone of grave rebuke; “add not + brands to fire—this is no time to make a flourish of thy boyish + chivalry.” + </p> + <p> + “She has not appeared even yet,” said Lindesay, who had now reached the + midst of the parlour or audience-room; “how call you this trifling?” + </p> + <p> + “Patience, my lord,” replied Sir Robert, “time presses not—and Lord + Ruthven hath not as yet descended.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment the door of the inner apartment opened, and Queen Mary + presented herself, advancing with an air of peculiar grace and majesty, + and seeming totally unruffled, either by the visit, or by the rude manner + in which it had been enforced. Her dress was a robe of black velvet; a + small ruff, open in front, gave a full view of her beautifully formed chin + and neck, but veiled the bosom. On her head she wore a small cap of lace, + and a transparent white veil hung from her shoulders over the long black + robe, in large loose folds, so that it could be drawn at pleasure over the + face and person. She wore a cross of gold around her neck, and had her + rosary of gold and ebony hanging from her girdle. She was closely followed + by her two ladies, who remained standing behind her during the conference. + Even Lord Lindesay, though the rudest noble of that rude age, was + surprised into something like respect by the unconcerned and majestic mien + of her, whom he had expected to find frantic with impotent passion, or + dissolved in useless and vain sorrow, or overwhelmed with the fears likely + in such a situation to assail fallen royalty. + </p> + <p> + “We fear we have detained you, my Lord of Lindesay,” said the Queen, while + she curtsied with dignity in answer to his reluctant obeisance; “but a + female does not willingly receive her visiters without some minutes spent + at the toilette. Men, my lord, are less dependant on such ceremonies.” + </p> + <p> + Lord Lindesay, casting his eye down on his own travel-stained and + disordered dress, muttered something of a hasty journey, and the Queen + paid her greeting to Sir Robert Melville with courtesy, and even, as it + seemed, with kindness. There was then a dead pause, during which Lindesay + looked towards the door, as if expecting with impatience the colleague of + their embassy. The Queen alone was entirely unembarrassed, and, as if to + break the silence, she addressed Lord Lindesay, with a glance at the large + and cumbrous sword which he wore, as already mentioned, hanging from his + neck. + </p> + <p> + “You have there a trusty and a weighty travelling companion, my lord. I + trust you expected to meet with no enemy here, against whom such a + formidable weapon could be necessary? it is, methinks, somewhat a singular + ornament for a court, though I am, as I well need to be, too much of a + Stuart to fear a sword.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not the first time, madam,” replied Lindesay, bringing round the + weapon so as to rest its point on the ground, and leaning one hand on the + huge cross-handle, “it is not the first time that this weapon has intruded + itself into the presence of the House of Stewart.” + </p> + <p> + “Possibly, my lord,” replied the Queen, “it may have done service to my + ancestors—Your ancestors were men of loyalty” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, madam,” replied he, “service it hath done; but such as kings love + neither to acknowledge nor to reward. It was the service which the knife + renders to the tree when trimming it to the quick, and depriving it of the + superfluous growth of rank and unfruitful suckers, which rob it of + nourishment.” + </p> + <p> + “You talk riddles, my lord,” said Mary; “I will hope the explanation + carries nothing insulting with it.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall judge, madam,” answered Lindesay. “With this good sword was + Archibald Douglas, Earl of Angus, girded on the memorable day when he + acquired the name of Bell-the-Cat, for dragging from the presence of your + great grandfather, the third James of the race, a crew of minions, + flatterers, and favourites whom he hanged over the bridge of Lauder, as a + warning to such reptiles how they approach a Scottish throne. With this + same weapon, the same inflexible champion of Scottish honour and nobility + slew at one blow Spens of Kilspindie, a courtier of your grandfather, + James the fourth, who had dared to speak lightly of him in the royal + presence. They fought near the brook of Fala; and Bell-the-Cat, with this + blade, sheared through the thigh of his opponent, and lopped the limb as + easily as a shepherd's boy slices a twig from a sapling.” + </p> + <p> + “My lord,” replied the Queen, reddening, “my nerves are too good to be + alarmed even by this terrible history—May I ask how a blade so + illustrious passed from the House of Douglas to that of Lindesay?—Methinks + it should have been preserved as a consecrated relic, by a family who have + held all that they could do against their king, to be done in favour of + their country.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, madam,” said Melville, anxiously interfering, “ask not that question + of Lord Lindesay—And you, my lord, for shame—for decency—forbear + to reply to it.” + </p> + <p> + “It is time that this lady should hear the truth,” replied Lindesay. + </p> + <p> + “And be assured,” said the Queen, “that she will be moved to anger by none + that you can tell her, my lord. There are cases in which just scorn has + always the mastery over just anger.” + </p> + <p> + “Then know,” said Lindesay, “that upon the field of Carberry-hill, when + that false and infamous traitor and murderer, James, sometime Earl of + Bothwell, and nicknamed Duke of Orkney, offered to do personal battle with + any of the associated nobles who came to drag him to justice, I accepted + his challenge, and was by the noble Earl of Morton gifted with his good + sword that I might therewith fight it out—Ah! so help me Heaven, had + his presumption been one grain more, or his cowardice one grain less, I + should have done such work with this good steel on his traitorous corpse, + that the hounds and carrion-crows should have found their morsels daintily + carved to their use !” + </p> + <p> + The Queen's courage well-nigh gave way at the mention of Bothwell's name—a + name connected with such a train of guilt, shame, and disaster. But the + prolonged boast of Lindesay gave her time to rally herself, and to answer + with an appearance of cold contempt—“It is easy to slay an enemy who + enters not the lists. But had Mary Stewart inherited her father's sword as + well as his sceptre, the boldest of her rebels should not upon that day + have complained that they had no one to cope withal. Your lordship will + forgive me if I abridge this conference. A brief description of a bloody + fight is long enough to satisfy a lady's curiosity; and unless my Lord of + Lindesay has something more important to tell us than of the deeds which + old Bell-the-Cat achieved, and how he would himself have emulated them, + had time and tide permitted, we will retire to our private apartment, and + you, Fleming, shall finish reading to us yonder little treatise <i>Des + Rodomontades Espagnolles</i>.” + </p> + <p> + “Tarry, madam,” said Lindesay, his complexion reddening in his turn, “I + know your quick wit too well of old to have sought an interview that you + might sharpen its edge at the expense of my honour. Lord Ruthven and + myself, with Sir Robert Melville as a concurrent, come to your Grace on + the part of the Secret Council, to tender to you what much concerns the + safety of your own life and the welfare of the State.” + </p> + <p> + “The Secret Council?” said the Queen; “by what powers can it subsist or + act, while I, from whom it holds its character, am here detained under + unjust restraint? But it matters not—what concerns the welfare of + Scotland shall be acceptable to Mary Stewart, come from whatever quarter + it will—and for what concerns her own life, she has lived long + enough to be weary of it, even at the age of twenty-five.—Where is + your colleague, my lord?—why tarries he?” + </p> + <p> + “He comes, madam,” said Melville, and Lord Ruthven entered at the instant, + holding in his hand a packet. As the Queen returned his salutation she + became deadly pale, but instantly recovered herself by dint of strong and + sudden resolution, just as the noble, whose appearance seemed to excite + such emotions in her bosom, entered the apartment in company with George + Douglas, the youngest son of the Knight of Lochleven, who, during the + absence of his father and brethren, acted as Seneschal of the Castle, + under the direction of the elder Lady Lochleven, his father's mother. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Twenty-Second. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + I give this heavy weight from off my head, + And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand; + With mine own tears I wash away my balm, + With mine own hand I give away my crown, + With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, + With mine own breath release all duteous oaths. + RICHARD II. +</pre> + <p> + Lord Ruthven had the look and bearing which became a soldier and a + statesman, and the martial cast of his form and features procured him the + popular epithet of Greysteil, by which he was distinguished by his + intimates, after the hero of a metrical romance then generally known. His + dress, which was a buff-coat embroidered, had a half-military character, + but exhibited nothing of the sordid negligence which distinguished that of + Lindesay. But the son of an ill-fated sire, and the father of a yet more + unfortunate family, bore in his look that cast of inauspicious melancholy, + by which the physiognomists of that time pretended to distinguish those + who were predestined to a violent and unhappy death. + </p> + <p> + The terror which the presence of this nobleman impressed on the Queen's + mind, arose from the active share he had borne in the slaughter of David + Rizzio; his father having presided at the perpetration of that abominable + crime, although so weak from long and wasting illness, that he could not + endure the weight of his armour, having arisen from a sick-bed to commit a + murder in the presence of his Sovereign. On that occasion his son also had + attended and taken an active part. It was little to be wondered at, that + the Queen, considering her condition when such a deed of horror was acted + in her presence, should retain an instinctive terror for the principal + actors in the murder. She returned, however, with grace the salutation of + Lord Ruthven, and extended her hand to George Douglas, who kneeled, and + kissed it with respect; the first mark of a subject's homage which Roland + Graeme had seen any of them render to the captive Sovereign. She returned + his greeting in silence, and there was a brief pause, during which the + steward of the castle, a man of a sad brow and a severe eye, placed, under + George Douglas's directions, a table and writing materials; and the page, + obedient to his mistress's dumb signal, advanced a large chair to the side + on which the Queen stood, the table thus forming a sort of bar which + divided the Queen and her personal followers from her unwelcome visitors. + The steward then withdrew after a low reverence. When he had closed the + door behind him, the Queen broke silence—“With your favour, my + lords, I will sit—my walks are not indeed extensive enough at + present to fatigue me greatly, yet I find repose something more necessary + than usual.” + </p> + <p> + She sat down accordingly, and, shading her cheek with her beautiful hand, + looked keenly and impressively at each of the nobles in turn. Mary Fleming + applied her kerchief to her eyes, and Catherine Seyton and Roland Graeme + exchanged a glance, which showed that both were too deeply engrossed with + sentiments of interest and commiseration for their royal mistress, to + think of any thing which regarded themselves. + </p> + <p> + “I wait the purpose of your mission, my lords,” said the Queen, after she + had been seated for about a minute without a word-being spoken,—“I + wait your message from those you call the Secret Council.-I trust it is a + petition of pardon, and a desire that I will resume my rightful throne, + without using with due severity my right of punishing those who have + dispossessed me of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” replied Ruthven, “it is painful for us to speak harsh truths to a + Princess who has long ruled us. But we come to offer, not to implore, + pardon. In a word, madam, we have to propose to you on the part of the + Secret Council, that you sign these deeds, which will contribute greatly + to the pacification of the State, the advancement of God's word, and the + welfare of your own future life.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I expected to take these fair words on trust, my lord? or may I hear + the contents of these reconciling papers, ere I am asked to sign them?” + </p> + <p> + “Unquestionably, madam; it is our purpose and wish, you should read what + you are required to sign,” replied Ruthven. + </p> + <p> + “Required?” replied the Queen, with some emphasis; “but the phrase suits + well the matter-read, my lord.” + </p> + <p> + The Lord Ruthven proceeded to read a formal instrument, running in the + Queen's name, and setting forth that she had been called, at an early age, + to the administration of the crown and realm of Scotland, and had toiled + diligently therein, until she was in body and spirit so wearied out and + disgusted, that she was unable any longer to endure the travail and pain + of State affairs; and that since God had blessed her with a fair and + hopeful son, she was desirous to ensure to him, even while she yet lived, + his succession to the crown, which was his by right of hereditary descent. + “Wherefore,” the instrument proceeded, “we, of the motherly affection we + bear to our said son, have renounced and demitted, and by these our + letters of free good-will, renounce and demit, the Crown, government, and + guiding of the realm of Scotland, in favour of our said son, that he may + succeed to us as native Prince thereof, as much as if we had been removed + by disease, and not by our own proper act. And that this demission of our + royal authority may have the more full and solemn effect, and none pretend + ignorance, we give, grant, and commit, fall and free and plain power to + our trusty cousins, Lord Lindesay of the Byres, and William Lord Ruthven, + to appear in our name before as many of the nobility, clergy, and + burgesses, as may be assembled at Stirling, and there, in our name and + behalf, publicly, and in their presence, to renounce the Crown, guidance, + and government of this our kingdom of Scotland.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen here broke in with an air of extreme surprise. “How is this, my + lords?” she said: “Are my ears turned rebels, that they deceive me with + sounds so extraordinary?—And yet it is no wonder that, having + conversed so long with rebellion, they should now force its language upon + my understanding. Say I am mistaken, my lords—say, for the honour of + yourselves and the Scottish nobility, that my right trusty cousins of + Lindesay and Ruthven, two barons of warlike fame and ancient line, have + not sought the prison-house of their kind mistress for such a purpose as + these words seem to imply. Say, for the sake of honour and loyalty, that + my ears have deceived me.” + </p> + <p> + “No, madam,” said Ruthven gravely, “your ears do <i>not</i> deceive you—they + deceived you when they were closed against the preachers of the evangele, + and the honest advice of your faithful subjects; and when they were ever + open to flattery of pickthanks and traitors, foreign cubiculars and + domestic minions. The land may no longer brook the rule of one who cannot + rule herself; wherefore, I pray you to comply with the last remaining wish + of your subjects and counsellors, and spare yourself and us the farther + agitation of matter so painful.” + </p> + <p> + “And is this <i>all</i> my loving subjects require of me, my lord?” said + Mary, in a tone of bitter irony. “Do they really stint themselves to the + easy boon that I should yield up the crown, which is mine by birthright, + to an infant which is scarcely more than a year old—fling down my + sceptre, and take up a distaff—Oh no! it is too little for them to + ask—That other roll of parchment contains something harder to be + complied with, and which may more highly task my readiness to comply with + the petitions of my lieges.” + </p> + <p> + “This parchment,” answered Ruthven, in the same tone of inflexible + gravity, and unfolding the instrument as he spoke, “is one by which your + grace constitutes your nearest in blood, and the most honourable and + trustworthy of your subjects, James, Earl of Murray, Regent of the kingdom + during the minority of the young King. He already holds the appointment + from the Secret Council.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen gave a sort of shriek, and, clapping her hands together, + exclaimed, “Comes the arrow out of his quiver?—out of my brother's + bow?—Alas! I looked for his return from France as my sole, at least + my readiest, chance of deliverance.—And yet, when I heard he had + assumed the government, I guessed he would shame to wield it in my name.” + </p> + <p> + “I must pray your answer, madam,” said Lord Ruthven, “to the demand of the + Council.” + </p> + <p> + “The demand of the Council!” said the Queen; “say rather the demand of a + set of robbers, impatient to divide the spoil they have seized. To such a + demand, and sent by the mouth of a traitor, whose scalp, but for my + womanish mercy, should long since have stood on the city gates, Mary of + Scotland has no answer.” + </p> + <p> + “I trust, madam,” said Lord Ruthven, “my being unacceptable to your + presence will not add to your obduracy of resolution. It may become you to + remember that the death of the minion, Rizzio, cost the house of Ruthven + its head and leader. My father, more worthy than a whole province of such + vile sycophants, died in exile, and broken-hearted.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen clasped her hands on her face, and, resting her arms on the + table, stooped down her head and wept so bitterly, that the tears were + seen to find their way in streams between the white and slender fingers + with which she endeavoured to conceal them. + </p> + <p> + “My lords,” said Sir Robert Melville, “this is too much rigour. Under your + lordship's favour, we came hither, not to revive old griefs, but to find + the mode of avoiding new ones.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir Robert Melville,” said Ruthven, “we best know for what purpose we + were delegated hither, and wherefore you were somewhat unnecessarily sent + to attend us.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, by my hand,” said Lord Lindesay, “I know not why we were cumbered + with the good knight, unless he comes in place of the lump of sugar which + pothicars put into their wholesome but bitter medicaments, to please a + froward child—a needless labour, methinks, where men have the means + to make them swallow the physic otherwise.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, my lords,” said Melville, “ye best know your own secret + instructions. I conceive I shall best obey mine in striving to mediate + between her Grace and you.” + </p> + <p> + “Be silent, Sir Robert Melville,” said the Queen, arising, and her face + still glowing with agitation as she spoke. “My kerchief, Fleming—I + shame that traitors should have power to move me thus.—Tell me, + proud lords,” she added, wiping away the tears as she spoke, “by what + earthly warrant can liege subjects pretend to challenge the rights of an + anointed Sovereign—to throw off the allegiance they have vowed, and + to take away the crown from the head on which Divine warrant hath placed + it?” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” said Ruthven, “I will deal plainly with you. Your reign, from the + dismal field of Pinkie-cleugh, when you were a babe in the cradle, till + now that ye stand a grown dame before us, hath been such a tragedy of + losses, disasters, civil dissensions, and foreign wars, that the like is + not to be found in our chronicles. The French and English have, with one + consent, made Scotland the battle-field on which to fight out their own + ancient quarrel.—For ourselves every man's hand hath been against + his brother, nor hath a year passed over without rebellion and slaughter, + exile of nobles, and oppressing of the commons. We may endure it no + longer, and therefore, as a prince, to whom God hath refused the gift of + hearkening to wise counsel, and on whose dealings and projects no blessing + hath ever descended, we pray you to give way to other rule and governance + of the land, that a remnant may yet be saved to this distracted realm.” + </p> + <p> + “My lord,” said Mary, “it seems to me that you fling on my unhappy and + devoted head those evils, which, with far more justice, I may impute to + your own turbulent, wild, and untameable dispositions—the frantic + violence with which you, the Magnates of Scotland, enter into feuds + against each other, sticking at no cruelty to gratify your wrath, taking + deep revenge for the slightest offences, and setting at defiance those + wise laws which your ancestors made for stanching of such cruelty, + rebelling against the lawful authority, and bearing yourselves as if there + were no king in the land; or rather as if each were king in his own + premises. And now you throw the blame on me—on me, whose life has + been embittered—whose sleep has been broken—whose happiness + has been wrecked by your dissensions. Have I not myself been obliged to + traverse wilds and mountains, at the head of a few faithful followers, to + maintain peace and put down oppression? Have I not worn harness on my + person, and carried pistols at my saddle; fain to lay aside the softness + of a woman, and the dignity of a Queen, that I might show an example to my + followers?” + </p> + <p> + “We grant, madam,” said Lindesay, “that the affrays occasioned by your + misgovernment, may sometimes have startled you in the midst of a masque or + galliard; or it may be that such may have interrupted the idolatry of the + mass, or the jesuitical counsels of some French ambassador. But the + longest and severest journey which your Grace has taken in my memory, was + from Hawick to Hermitage Castle; and whether it was for the weal of the + state, or for your own honour, rests with your Grace's conscience.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen turned to him with inexpressible sweetness of tone and manner, + and that engaging look which Heaven had assigned her, as if to show that + the choicest arts to win men's affections may be given in vain. + “Lindesay,” she said, “you spoke not to me in this stern tone, and with + such scurril taunt, yon fair summer evening, when you and I shot at the + butts against the Earl of Mar and Mary Livingstone, and won of them the + evening's collation, in the privy garden of Saint Andrews. The Master of + Lindesay was then my friend, and vowed to be my soldier. How I have + offended the Lord of Lindesay I know not, unless honours have changed + manners.” + </p> + <p> + Hardhearted as he was, Lindesay seemed struck with this unexpected appeal, + but almost instantly replied, “Madam, it is well known that your Grace + could in those days make fools of whomever approached you. I pretend not + to have been wiser than others. But gayer men and better courtiers soon + jostled aside my rude homage, and I think your Grace cannot but remember + times, when my awkward attempts to take the manners that pleased you, were + the sport of the court-popinjays, the Marys and the Frenchwomen.” + </p> + <p> + “My lord, I grieve if I have offended you through idle gaiety,” said the + Queen; “and can but say it was most unwittingly done. You are fully + revenged; for through gaiety,” she said with a sigh, “will I never offend + any one more.” + </p> + <p> + “Our time is wasting, madam,” said Lord Ruthven; “I must pray your + decision on this weighty matter which I have submitted to you.” + </p> + <p> + “What, my lord!” said the Queen, “upon the instant, and without a moment's + time to deliberate?—Can the Council, as they term themselves, expect + this of me?” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” replied Ruthven, “the Council hold the opinion, that since the + fatal term which passed betwixt the night of King Henry's murder and the + day of Carberry-hill, your Grace should have held you prepared for the + measure now proposed, as the easiest escape from your numerous dangers and + difficulties.” + </p> + <p> + “Great God!” exclaimed the Queen; “and is it as a boon that you propose to + me, what every Christian king ought to regard as a loss of honour equal to + the loss of life!—You take from me my crown, my power, my subjects, + my wealth, my state. What, in the name of every saint, can you offer, or + do you offer, in requital of my compliance?” + </p> + <p> + “We give you pardon,” answered Ruthven, sternly—“we give you space + and means to spend your remaining life in penitence and seclusion—we + give you time to make your peace with Heaven, and to receive the pure + Gospel, which you have ever rejected and persecuted.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen turned pale at the menace which this speech, as well as the + rough and inflexible tones of the speaker, seemed distinctly to infer—“And + if I do not comply with your request so fiercely urged, my lord, what then + follows?” + </p> + <p> + She said this in a voice in which female and natural fear was contending + with the feelings of insulted dignity.—There was a pause, as if no + one cared to return to the question a distinct answer. At length Ruthven + spoke: “There is little need to tell to your Grace, who are well read both + in the laws and in the chronicles of the realm, that murder and adultery + are crimes for which ere now queens themselves have suffered death.” + </p> + <p> + “And where, my lord, or how, found you an accusation so horrible, against + her who stands before you?” said Queen Mary. “The foul and odious + calumnies which have poisoned the general mind of Scotland, and have + placed me a helpless prisoner in your hands, are surely no proof of + guilt?” + </p> + <p> + “We need look for no farther proof,” replied the stern Lord Ruthven, “than + the shameless marriage betwixt the widow of the murdered and the leader of + the band of murderers!—They that joined hands in the fated month of + May, had already united hearts and counsel in the deed which preceded that + marriage but a few brief weeks.” + </p> + <p> + “My lord, my lord!” said the Queen, eagerly, “remember well there were + more consents than mine to that fatal union, that most unhappy act of a + most unhappy life. The evil steps adopted by sovereigns are often the + suggestion of bad counsellors; but these counsellors are worse than fiends + who tempt and betray, if they themselves are the first to call their + unfortunate princes to answer for the consequences of their own advice.—Heard + ye never of a bond by the nobles, my lords, recommending that ill-fated + union to the ill-fated Mary? Methinks, were it carefully examined, we + should see that the names of Morton and of Lindesay, and of Ruthven, may + be found in that bond, which pressed me to marry that unhappy man.—Ah! + stout and loyal Lord Herries, who never knew guile or dishonour, you bent + your noble knee to me in vain, to warn me of my danger, and wert yet the + first to draw thy good sword in my cause when I suffered for neglecting + thy counsel! Faithful knight and true noble, what a difference betwixt + thee and those counsellors of evil, who now threaten my life for having + fallen into the snares they spread for me!” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” said Ruthven, “we know that you are an orator; and perhaps for + that reason the Council has sent hither men, whose converse hath been more + with the wars, than with the language of the schools or the cabals of + state. We but desire to know if, on assurance of life and honour, ye will + demit the rule of this kingdom of Scotland?” + </p> + <p> + “And what warrant have I,” said the Queen, “that ye will keep treaty with + me, if I should barter my kingly estate for seclusion, and leave to weep + in secret?” + </p> + <p> + “Our honour and our word, madam,” answered Ruthven. + </p> + <p> + “They are too slight and unsolid pledges, my lord,” said the Queen; “add + at least a handful of thistle-down to give them weight in the balance.” + </p> + <p> + “Away, Ruthven,” said Lindesay; “she was ever deaf to counsel, save of + slaves and sycophants; let her remain by her refusal, and abide by it!” + </p> + <p> + “Stay, my lord,” said Sir Robert Melville, “or rather permit me to have + but a few minutes' private audience with her Grace. If my presence with + you could avail aught, it must be as a mediator—do not, I conjure + you, leave the castle, or break off the conference, until I bring you word + how her Grace shall finally stand disposed.” + </p> + <p> + “We will remain in the hall,” said Lindesay, “for half an hour's space; + but in despising our words and our pledge of honour, she has touched the + honour of my name—let her look herself to the course she has to + pursue. If the half hour should pass away without her determining to + comply with the demands of the nation, her career will be brief enough.” + </p> + <p> + With little ceremony the two nobles left the apartment, traversed the + vestibule, and descended the winding-stairs, the clash of Lindesay's huge + sword being heard as it rang against each step in his descent. George + Douglas followed them, after exchanging with Melville a gesture of + surprise and sympathy. + </p> + <p> + As soon as they were gone, the Queen, giving way to grief, fear, and + agitation, threw herself into the seat, wrung her hands, and seemed to + abandon herself to despair. Her female attendants, weeping themselves, + endeavoured yet to pray her to be composed, and Sir Robert Melville, + kneeling at her feet, made the same entreaty. After giving way to a + passionate burst of sorrow, she at length said to Melville, “Kneel not to + me, Melville—mock me not with the homage of the person, when the + heart is far away—Why stay you behind with the deposed, the + condemned? her who has but few hours perchance to live? You have been + favoured as well as the rest; why do you continue the empty show of + gratitude and thankfulness any longer than they?” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” said Sir Robert Melville, “so help me Heaven at my need, my heart + is as true to you as when you were in your highest place.” + </p> + <p> + “True to me! true to me!” repeated the Queen, with some scorn; “tush, + Melville, what signifies the truth which walks hand in hand with my + enemies' falsehood?—thy hand and thy sword have never been so well + acquainted that I can trust thee in aught where manhood is required—Oh, + Seyton, for thy bold father, who is both wise, true, and valiant!” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme could withstand no longer his earnest desire to offer his + services to a princess so distressed and so beautiful. “If one sword,” he + said, “madam, can do any thing to back the wisdom of this grave + counsellor, or to defend your rightful cause, here is my weapon, and here + is my hand ready to draw and use it.” And raising his sword with one hand, + he laid the other upon the hilt. + </p> + <p> + As he thus held up the weapon, Catherine Seyton exclaimed, “Methinks I see + a token from my father, madam;” and immediately crossing the apartment, + she took Roland Graeme by the skirt of the cloak, and asked him earnestly + whence he had that sword. + </p> + <p> + The page answered with surprise, “Methinks this is no presence in which to + jest—Surely, damsel, you yourself best know whence and how I + obtained the weapon.” + </p> + <p> + “Is this a time for folly?” said Catherine Seyton; “unsheathe the sword + instantly!” + </p> + <p> + “If the Queen commands me,” said the youth, looking towards his royal + mistress. + </p> + <p> + “For shame, maiden!” said the Queen; “wouldst thou instigate the poor boy + to enter into useless strife with the two most approved soldiers in + Scotland?” + </p> + <p> + “In your Grace's cause,” replied the page, “I will venture my life upon + them!” And as he spoke, he drew his weapon partly from the sheath, and a + piece of parchment, rolled around the blade, fell out and dropped on the + floor. Catherine Seyton caught it up with eager haste. + </p> + <p> + “It is my father's hand-writing,” she said, “and doubtless conveys his + best duteous advice to your Majesty; I know that it was prepared to be + sent in this weapon, but I expected another messenger.” + </p> + <p> + “By my faith, fair one,” thought Roland, “and if you knew not that I had + such a secret missive about me, I was yet more ignorant.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen cast her eye upon the scroll, and remained a few minutes wrapped + in deep thought. “Sir Robert Melville,” she at length said, “this scroll + advises me to submit myself to necessity, and to subscribe the deeds these + hard men have brought with them, as one who gives way to the natural fear + inspired by the threats of rebels and murderers. You, Sir Robert, are a + wise man, and Seyton is both sagacious and brave. Neither, I think, would + mislead me in this matter.” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” said Melville, “if I have not the strength of body of the Lord + Herries or Seyton, I will yield to neither in zeal for your Majesty's + service. I cannot fight for you like these lords, but neither of them is + more willing to die for your service.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe it, my old and faithful counsellor,” said the Queen, “and + believe me, Melville, I did thee but a moment's injustice. Read what my + Lord Seyton hath written to us, and give us thy best counsel.” + </p> + <p> + He glanced over the parchment, and instantly replied,—“Oh! my dear + and royal mistress, only treason itself could give you other advice than + Lord Seyton has here expressed. He, Herries, Huntly, the English + ambassador Throgmorton, and others, your friends, are all alike of + opinion, that whatever deeds or instruments you execute within these + walls, must lose all force and effect, as extorted from your Grace by + duresse, by sufferance of present evil, and fear of men, and harm to ensue + on your refusal. Yield, therefore, to the tide, and be assured, that in + subscribing what parchments they present to you, you bind yourself to + nothing, since your act of signature wants that which alone can make it + valid, the free will of the granter.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, so says my Lord Seyton,” replied Mary; “yet methinks, for the + daughter of so long a line of sovereigns to resign her birthright, because + rebels press upon her with threats, argues little of royalty, and will + read ill for the fame of Mary in future chronicles. Tush! Sir Robert + Melville, the traitors may use black threats and bold words, but they will + not dare to put their hands forth on our person.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! madam, they have already dared so far and incurred such peril by + the lengths which they have gone, that they are but one step from the + worst and uttermost.” + </p> + <p> + “Surely,” said the Queen, her fears again predominating, “Scottish nobles + would not lend themselves to assassinate a helpless woman?” + </p> + <p> + “Bethink you, madam,” he replied, “what horrid spectacles have been seen + in our day; and what act is so dark, that some Scottish hand has not been + found to dare it? Lord Lindesay, besides his natural sullenness and + hardness of temper, is the near kinsman of Henry Darnley, and Ruthven has + his own deep and dangerous plans. The Council, besides, speak of proofs by + writ and word, of a casket with letters—of I know not what.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! good Melville,” answered the Queen, “were I as sure of the + even-handed integrity of my judges, as of my own innocence—and yet——” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! pause, madam,” said Melville; “even innocence must sometimes for a + season stoop to injurious blame. Besides, you are here—” + </p> + <p> + He looked round, and paused. + </p> + <p> + “Speak out, Melville,” said the Queen, “never one approached my person who + wished to work me evil; and even this poor page, whom I have to-day seen + for the first time in my life, I can trust safely with your + communication.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, madam,” answered Melville, “in such emergence, and he being the + bearer of Lord Seyton's message, I will venture to say, before him and + these fair ladies, whose truth and fidelity I dispute not—I say I + will venture to say, that there are other modes besides that of open + trial, by which deposed sovereigns often die; and that, as Machiavel + saith, there is but one step betwixt a king's prison and his grave.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh I were it but swift and easy for the body,” said the unfortunate + Princess, “were it but a safe and happy change for the soul, the woman + lives not that would take the step so soon as I—But, alas! Melville, + when we think of death, a thousand sins, which we have trod as worms + beneath our feet, rise up against us as flaming serpents. Most injuriously + do they accuse me of aiding Darnley's death; yet, blessed Lady! I afforded + too open occasion for the suspicion—I espoused Bothwell.” + </p> + <p> + “Think not of that now, madam,” said Melville, “think rather of the + immediate mode of saving yourself and son. Comply with the present + unreasonable demands, and trust that better times will shortly arrive.” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” said Roland Graeme, “if it pleases you that I should do so, I + will presently swim through the lake, if they refuse me other conveyance + to the shore; I will go to the courts successively of England, France, and + Spain, and will show you have subscribed these vile instruments from no + stronger impulse than the fear of death, and I will do battle against them + that say otherwise.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen turned her round, and with one of those sweet smiles which, + during the era of life's romance, overpay every risk, held her hand + towards Roland, but without “speaking a word. He kneeled reverently, and + kissed it, and Melville again resumed his plea. + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” he said, “time presses, and you must not let those boats, which I + see they are even now preparing, put forth on the lake. Here are enough of + witnesses—your ladies—this bold youth—myself, when it + can serve your cause effectually, for I would not hastily stand committed + in this matter—but even without me here is evidence enough to show, + that you have yielded to the demands of the Council through force and + fear, but from no sincere and unconstrained assent. Their boats are + already manned for their return—oh! permit your old servant to + recall them.” + </p> + <p> + “Melville,” said the Queen, “thou art an ancient courtier—when didst + thou ever know a Sovereign Prince recall to his presence subjects who had + parted from him on such terms as those on which these envoys of the + Council left us, and who yet were recalled without submission or apology?—Let + it cost me both life and crown, I will not again command them to my + presence.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! madam, that empty form should make a barrier! If I rightly + understand, you are not unwilling to listen to real and advantageous + counsel—but your scruple is saved—I hear them returning to ask + your final resolution. Oh! take the advice of the noble Seyton, and you + may once more command those who now usurp a triumph over you. But hush! I + hear them in the vestibule.” + </p> + <p> + As he concluded speaking, George Douglas opened the door of the apartment, + and marshalled in the two noble envoys. + </p> + <p> + “We come, madam,” said the Lord Ruthven, “to request your answer to the + proposal of the Council.” + </p> + <p> + “Your final answer,” said Lord Lindesay; “for with a refusal you must + couple the certainty that you have precipitated your fate, and renounced + the last opportunity of making peace with God, and ensuring your longer + abode in the world.” + </p> + <p> + “My lords,” said Mary, with inexpressible grace and dignity, “the evils we + cannot resist we must submit to—I will subscribe these parchments + with such liberty of choice as my condition permits me. Were I on yonder + shore, with a fleet jennet and ten good and loyal knights around me, I + would subscribe my sentence of eternal condemnation as soon as the + resignation of my throne. But here, in the Castle of Lochleven, with deep + water around me—and you, my lords, beside me,—I have no + freedom of choice.—Give me the pen, Melville, and bear witness to + what I do, and why I do it.” + </p> + <p> + “It is our hope your Grace will not suppose yourself compelled by any + apprehensions from us,” said the Lord Ruthven, “to execute what must be + your own voluntary deed.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen had already stooped towards the table, and placed the parchment + before her, with the pen between her fingers, ready for the important act + of signature. But when Lord Ruthven had done speaking, she looked up, + stopped short, and threw down the pen. “If,” she said, “I am expected to + declare I give away my crown of free will, or otherwise than because I am + compelled to renounce it by the threat of worse evils to myself and my + subjects, I will not put my name to such an untruth—not to gain full + possession of England, France, and Scotland!—all once my own, in + possession, or by right.” + </p> + <p> + “Beware, madam,” said Lindesay, and, snatching hold of the Queen's arm + with his own gauntleted hand, he pressed it, in the rudeness of his + passion, more closely, perhaps, than he was himself aware of,—“beware + how you contend with those who are the stronger, and have the mastery of + your fate!” + </p> + <p> + He held his grasp on her arm, bending his eyes on her with a stern and + intimidating look, till both Ruthven and Melville cried shame; and + Douglas, who had hitherto remained in a state of apparent apathy, had made + a stride from the door, as if to interfere. The rude Baron then quitted + his hold, disguising the confusion which he really felt at having indulged + his passion to such extent, under a sullen and contemptuous smile. + </p> + <p> + The Queen immediately began, with an expression of pain, to bare the arm + which he had grasped, by drawing up the sleeve of her gown, and it + appeared that his gripe had left the purple marks of his iron fingers upon + her flesh—“My lord,” she said, “as a knight and gentleman, you might + have spared my frail arm so severe a proof that you have the greater + strength on your side, and are resolved to use it—But I thank you + for it—it is the most decisive token of the terms on which this + day's business is to rest.—I draw you to witness, both lords and + ladies,” she said, showing the marks of the grasp on her arm, “that I + subscribe these instruments in obedience to the sign manual of my Lord of + Lindesay, which you may see imprinted on mine arm.” + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: The details of this remarkable event are, as given in the + preceding chapter, imaginary; but the outline of the events is historical. + Sir Robert Lindesay, brother to the author of the Memoirs, was at first + intrusted with the delicate commission of persuading the imprisoned queen + to resign her crown. As he flatly refused to interfere, they determined to + send the Lord Lindesay, one of the rudest and most violent of their own + faction, with instructions, first to use fair persuasions, and if these + did not succeed, to enter into harder terms. Knox associates Lord Ruthven + with Lindesay in this alarming commission. He was the son of that Lord + Ruthven who was prime agent in the murder of Rizzio; and little mercy was + to be expected from his conjunction with Lindesay. + </p> + <p> + The employment of such rude tools argued a resolution on the part of those + who had the Queen's person in their power, to proceed to the utmost + extremities, should they find Mary obstinate. To avoid this pressing + danger, Sir Robert Melville was despatched by them to Lochleven, carrying + with him, concealed in the scabbard of his sword, letters to the Queen + from the Earl of Athole, Maitland of Lethington, and even from + Throgmorton, the English Ambassador, who was then favourable to the + unfortunate Mary, conjuring her to yield to the necessity of the times, + and to subscribe such deeds as Lindesay should lay before her, without + being startled by their tenor; and assuring her that her doing so, in the + state of captivity under which she was placed, would neither, in law, + honour, nor conscience, be binding upon her when she should obtain her + liberty. Submitting by the advice of one part of her subjects to the + menace of the others, and learning that Lindesay was arrived in a + boasting, that is, threatening humour, the Queen, “with some reluctancy, + and with tears,” saith Knox, subscribed one deed resigning her crown to + her infant son, and another establishing the Earl of Murray regent. It + seems agreed by historians that Lindesay behaved with great brutality on + the occasion. The deeds were signed 24th July, 1567.] + </p> + <p> + Lindesay would have spoken, but was restrained by his colleague Ruthven, + who said to him, “Peace, my lord. Let the Lady Mary of Scotland ascribe + her signature to what she will, it is our business to procure it, and + carry it to the Council. Should there be debate hereafter on the manner in + which it was adhibited, there will be time enough for it.” + </p> + <p> + Lindesay was silent accordingly, only muttering within his beard, “I meant + not to hurt her; but I think women's flesh be as tender as new-fallen + snow.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen meanwhile subscribed the rolls of parchment with a hasty + indifference, as if they had been matters of slight consequence, or of + mere formality. When she had performed this painful task, she arose, and, + having curtsied to the lords, was about to withdraw to her chamber. + Ruthven and Sir Robert Melville made, the first a formal reverence, the + second an obeisance, in which his desire to acknowledge his sympathy was + obviously checked by the fear of appearing in the eyes of his colleagues + too partial to his former mistress. But Lindesay stood motionless, even + when they were preparing to withdraw. At length, as if moved by a sudden + impulse, he walked round the table which had hitherto been betwixt them + and the Queen, kneeled on one knee, took her hand, kissed it, let it fall, + and arose—“Lady,” he said, “thou art a noble creature, even though + thou hast abused God's choicest gifts. I pay that devotion to thy + manliness of spirit, which I would not have paid to the power thou hast + long undeservedly wielded—I kneel to Mary Stewart, not to the + Queen.” + </p> + <p> + “The Queen and Mary Stewart pity thee alike, Lindesay,” said Mary—“alike + thee pity, and they forgive thee. An honoured soldier hadst thou been by a + king's side—leagued with rebels, what art thou but a good blade in + the hands of a ruffian?—Farewell, my Lord Ruthven, the smoother but + the deeper traitor.—Farewell, Melville—Mayest thou find + masters that can understand state policy better, and have the means to + reward it more richly, than Mary Stewart.—Farewell, George of + Douglas—make your respected grand-dame comprehend that we would be + alone for the remainder of the day—God wot, we have need to collect + our thoughts.” + </p> + <p> + All bowed and withdrew; but scarce had they entered the vestibule, ere + Ruthven and Lindesay were at variance. “Chide not with me, Ruthven,” + Lindesay was heard to say, in answer to something more indistinctly urged + by his colleague—“Chide not with me, for I will not brook it! You + put the hangman's office on me in this matter, and even the very hangman + hath leave to ask some pardon of those on whom he does his office. I would + I had as deep cause to be this lady's friend as I have to be her enemy—thou + shouldst see if I spared limb and life in her quarrel.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art a sweet minion,” said Ruthven, “to fight a lady's quarrel, and + all for a brent brow and a tear in the eye! Such toys have been out of thy + thoughts this many a year.” + </p> + <p> + “Do me right, Ruthven,” said Lindesay. “You are like a polished corslet of + steel; it shines more gaudily, but it is not a whit softer—nay, it + is five times harder than a Glasgow breastplate of hammered iron. Enough. + We know each other.” + </p> + <p> + They descended the stairs, were heard to summon their boats, and the Queen + signed to Roland Graeme to retire to the vestibule, and leave her with her + female attendants. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Twenty-Third. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Give me a morsel on the greensward rather, + Coarse as you will the cooking—Let the fresh spring + Bubble beside my napkin—and the free birds + Twittering and chirping, hop from bough to bough, + To claim the crumbs I leave for perquisites— + Your prison feasts I like not. + THE WOODSMAN, A DRAMA. +</pre> + <p> + A recess in the vestibule was enlightened by a small window, at which + Roland Graeme stationed himself to mark the departure of the lords. He + could see their followers mustering on horseback under their respective + banners—the western sun glancing on their corslets and steel-caps as + they moved to and fro, mounted or dismounted, at intervals. On the narrow + space betwixt the castle and the water, the Lords Ruthven and Lindesay + were already moving slowly to their boats, accompanied by the Lady of + Lochleven, her grandson, and their principal attendants. They took a + ceremonious leave of each other, as Roland could discern by their + gestures, and the boats put oft from their landing-place; the boatmen + stretched to their oars, and they speedily diminished upon the eye of the + idle gazer, who had no better employment than to watch their motions. Such + seemed also the occupation of the Lady Lochleven and George Douglas, who, + returning from the landing-place, looked frequently back to the boats, and + at length stopped as if to observe their progress under the window at + which Roland Graeme was stationed.—As they gazed on the lake, he + could hear the lady distinctly say, “And she has bent her mind to save her + life at the expense of her kingdom?” + </p> + <p> + “Her life, madam!” replied her son; “I know not who would dare to attempt + it in the castle of my father. Had I dreamt that it was with such purpose + that Lindesay insisted on bringing his followers hither, neither he nor + they should have passed the iron gate of Lochleven castle.” + </p> + <p> + “I speak not of private slaughter, my son, but of open trial, + condemnation, and execution; for with such she has been threatened, and to + such threats she has given way. Had she not more of the false Gusian blood + than of the royal race of Scotland in her veins, she had bidden them + defiance to their teeth—But it is all of the same complexion, and + meanness is the natural companion of profligacy.—I am discharged, + forsooth, from intruding on her gracious presence this evening. Go thou, + my son, and render the usual service of the meal to this unqueened Queen.” + </p> + <p> + “So please you, lady mother,” said Douglas, “I care not greatly to + approach her presence.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art right, my son; and therefore I trust thy prudence, even because + I have noted thy caution. She is like an isle on the ocean, surrounded + with shelves and quicksands; its verdure fair and inviting to the eye, but + the wreck of many a goodly vessel which hath approached it too rashly. But + for thee, my son, I fear nought; and we may not, with our honour, suffer + her to eat without the attendance of one of us. She may die by the + judgment of Heaven, or the fiend may have power over her in her despair; + and then we would be touched in honour to show that in our house, and at + our table, she had had all fair play and fitting usage.” + </p> + <p> + Here Roland was interrupted by a smart tap on the shoulders, reminding him + sharply of Adam Woodcock's adventure of the preceding evening. He turned + round, almost expecting to see the page of Saint Michael's hostelry. He + saw, indeed, Catherine Seyton; but she was in female attire, differing, no + doubt, a great deal in shape and materials from that which she had worn + when they first met, and becoming her birth as the daughter of a great + baron, and her rank as the attendant on a princess. “So, fair page,” said + she, “eaves-dropping is one of your page-like qualities, I presume.” + </p> + <p> + “Fair sister,” answered Roland, in the same tone, “if some friends of mine + be as well acquainted with the rest of our mystery as they are with the + arts of swearing, swaggering, and switching, they need ask no page in + Christendom for farther insight into his vocation.” + </p> + <p> + “Unless that pretty speech infer that you have yourself had the discipline + of the switch since we last met, the probability whereof I nothing doubt, + I profess, fair page, I am at a loss to conjecture your meaning. But there + is no time to debate it now—they come with the evening meal. Be + pleased, Sir Page, to do your duty.” + </p> + <p> + Four servants entered bearing dishes, preceded by the same stern old + steward whom Roland had already seen, and followed by George Douglas, + already mentioned as the grandson of the Lady of Lochleven, and who, + acting as seneschal, represented, upon this occasion, his father, the Lord + of the Castle. He entered with his arms folded on his bosom, and his looks + bent on the ground. With the assistance of Roland Graeme, a table was + suitably covered in the next or middle apartment, on which the domestics + placed their burdens with great reverence, the steward and Douglas bending + low when they had seen the table properly adorned, as if their royal + prisoner had sat at the board in question. The door opened, and Douglas, + raising his eyes hastily, cast them again on the earth, when he perceived + it was only the Lady Mary Fleming who entered. + </p> + <p> + “Her Grace,” she said, “will not eat to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us hope she may be otherwise persuaded,” said Douglas; “meanwhile, + madam, please to see our duty performed.” + </p> + <p> + A servant presented bread and salt on a silver plate, and the old steward + carved for Douglas a small morsel in succession from each of the dishes + presented, which he tasted, as was then the custom at the tables of + princes, to which death was often suspected to find its way in the + disguise of food. + </p> + <p> + “The Queen will not then come forth to-night?” said Douglas. + </p> + <p> + “She has so determined,” replied the lady. + </p> + <p> + “Our farther attendance then is unnecessary—we leave you to your + supper, fair ladies, and wish you good even.” + </p> + <p> + He retired slowly as he came, and with the same air of deep dejection, and + was followed by the attendants belonging to the castle. The two ladies + sate down to their meal, and Roland Graeme, with ready alacrity, prepared + to wait upon them. Catherine Seyton whispered to her companion, who + replied with the question spoken in a low tone, but looking at the page—“Is + he of gentle blood and well nurtured?” + </p> + <p> + The answer which she received seemed satisfactory, for she said to Roland, + “Sit down, young gentleman, and eat with your sisters in captivity.” + </p> + <p> + “Permit me rather to perform my duty in attending them,” said Roland, + anxious to show he was possessed of the high tone of deference prescribed + by the rules of chivalry towards the fair sex, and especially to dames and + maidens of quality. + </p> + <p> + “You will find, Sir Page,” said Catherine, “you will have little time + allowed you for your meal; waste it not in ceremony, or you may rue your + politeness ere to-morrow morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Your speech is too free, maiden,” said the elder lady; “the modesty of + the youth may teach you more fitting fashions towards one whom to-day you + have seen for the first time.” + </p> + <p> + Catherine Seyton cast down her eyes, but not till she had given a single + glance of inexpressible archness towards Roland, whom her more grave + companion now addressed in a tone of protection. + </p> + <p> + “Regard her not, young gentleman—she knows little of the world, save + the forms of a country nunnery—take thy place at the board-end, and + refresh thyself after thy journey.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme obeyed willingly, as it was the first food he had that day + tasted; for Lindesay and his followers seemed regardless of human wants. + Yet, notwithstanding the sharpness of his appetite, a natural gallantry of + disposition, the desire of showing himself a well-nurtured gentleman, in + all courtesies towards the fair sex, and, for aught I know, the pleasure + of assisting Catherine Seyton, kept his attention awake, during the meal, + to all those nameless acts of duty and service which gallants of that age + were accustomed to render. He carved with neatness and decorum, and + selected duly whatever was most delicate to place before the ladies. Ere + they could form a wish, he sprung from the table, ready to comply with it—poured + wine—tempered it with water—removed the exchanged trenchers, + and performed the whole honours of the table, with an air at once of + cheerful diligence, profound respect, and graceful promptitude. + </p> + <p> + When he observed that they had finished eating, he hastened to offer to + the elder lady the silver ewer, basin, and napkin, with the ceremony and + gravity which he would have used towards Mary herself. He next, with the + same decorum, having supplied the basin with fair water, presented it to + Catherine Seyton. Apparently, she was determined to disturb his + self-possession, if possible; for, while in the act of bathing her hands, + she contrived, as it were by accident, to flirt some drops of water upon + the face of the assiduous assistant. But if such was her mischievous + purpose she was completely disappointed; for Roland Graeme, internally + piquing himself on his self-command, neither laughed nor was discomposed; + and all that the maiden gained by her frolic was a severe rebuke from her + companion, taxing her with mal-address and indecorum. Catherine replied + not, but sat pouting, something in the humour of a spoilt child, who + watches the opportunity of wreaking upon some one or other its resentment + for a deserved reprimand. + </p> + <p> + The Lady Mary Fleming, in the mean-while, was naturally well pleased with + the exact and reverent observance of the page, and said to Catherine, + after a favourable glance at Roland Graeme,—“You might well say, + Catherine, our companion in captivity was well born and gentle nurtured. I + would not make him vain by my praise, but his services enable us to + dispense with those which George Douglas condescends not to afford us, + save when the Queen is herself in presence.” + </p> + <p> + “Umph! I think hardly,” answered Catherine. “George Douglas is one of the + most handsome gallants in Scotland, and 'tis pleasure to see him even + still, when the gloom of Lochleven Castle has shed the same melancholy + over him, that it has done over every thing else. When he was at Holyrood + who would have said the young sprightly George Douglas would have been + contented to play the locksman here in Lochleven, with no gayer amusement + than that of turning the key on two or three helpless women?—a + strange office for a Knight of the Bleeding Heart—why does he not + leave it to his father or his brothers?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps, like us, he has no choice,” answered the Lady Fleming. “But, + Catherine, thou hast used thy brief space at court well, to remember what + George Douglas was then.” + </p> + <p> + “I used mine eyes, which I suppose was what I was designed to do, and they + were worth using there. When I was at the nunnery, they were very useless + appurtenances; and now I am at Lochleven, they are good for nothing, save + to look over that eternal work of embroidery.” + </p> + <p> + “You speak thus, when you have been but a few brief hours amongst us—was + this the maiden who would live and die in a dungeon, might she but have + permission to wait on her gracious Queen?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, if you chide in earnest, my jest is ended,” said Catherine Seyton. + “I would not yield in attachment to my poor god-mother, to the gravest + dame that ever had wise saws upon her tongue, and a double-starched ruff + around her throat—you know I would not, Dame Mary Fleming, and it is + putting shame on me to say otherwise.” + </p> + <p> + “She will challenge the other court lady,” thought Roland Graeme; “she + will to a certainty fling down her glove, and if Dame Mary Fleming hath + but the soul to lift it, we may have a combat in the lists!”—but the + answer of Lady Mary Fleming was such as turns away wrath. + </p> + <p> + “Thou art a good child,” she said, “my Catherine, and a faithful; but + Heaven pity him who shall have one day a creature so beautiful to delight + him, and a thing so mischievous to torment him—thou art fit to drive + twenty husbands stark mad.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” said Catherine, resuming the full career of her careless + good-humour, “he must be half-witted beforehand, that gives me such an + opportunity. But I am glad you are not angry with me in sincerity,” + casting herself as she spoke into the arms of her friend, and continuing, + with a tone of apologetic fondness, while she kissed her on either side of + the face; “you know, my dear Fleming, that I have to contend with both my + father's lofty pride, and with my mother's high spirit—God bless + them! they have left me these good qualities, having small portion to give + besides, as times go—and so I am wilful and saucy; but let me remain + only a week in this castle, and oh, my dear Fleming, my spirit will be as + chastised and humble as thine own.” + </p> + <p> + Dame Mary Fleming's sense of dignity, and love of form, could not resist + this affectionate appeal. She kissed Catherine Seyton in her turn + affectionately; while, answering the last part of her speech, she said, + “Now Our Lady forbid, dear Catherine, that you should lose aught that is + beseeming of what becomes so well your light heart and lively humour. Keep + but your sharp wit on this side of madness, and it cannot but be a + blessing to us. But let me go, mad wench—I hear her Grace touch her + silver call.” And, extricating herself from Catherine's grasp, she went + towards the door of Queen Mary's apartment, from which was heard the low + tone of a silver whistle, which, now only used by the boatswains in the + navy, was then, for want of bells, the ordinary mode by which ladies, even + of the very highest rank, summoned their domestics. When she had made two + or three steps towards the door, however, she turned back, and advancing + to the young couple whom she left together, she said, in a very serious + though a low tone, “I trust it is impossible that we can, any of us, or in + any circumstances, forget, that, few as we are, we form the household of + the Queen of Scotland; and that, in her calamity, all boyish mirth and + childish jesting can only serve to give a great triumph to her enemies, + who have already found their account in objecting to her the lightness of + every idle folly, that the young and the gay practised in her court.” So + saying, she left the apartment. + </p> + <p> + Catherine Seyton seemed much struck with this remonstrance—She + suffered herself to drop into the seat which she had quitted when she went + to embrace Dame Mary Fleming, and for some time rested her brow upon her + hands; while Roland Graeme looked at her earnestly, with a mixture of + emotions which perhaps he himself could neither have analysed nor + explained. As she raised her face slowly from the posture to which a + momentary feeling of self-rebuke had depressed it, her eyes encountered + those of Roland, and became gradually animated with their usual spirit of + malicious drollery, which not unnaturally excited a similar expression in + those of the equally volatile page. They sat for the space of two minutes, + each looking at the other with great seriousness on their features, and + much mirth in their eyes, until at length Catherine was the first to break + silence. + </p> + <p> + “May I pray you, fair sir,” she began, very demurely, “to tell me what you + see in my face to arouse looks so extremely sagacious and knowing as those + with which it is your worship's pleasure to honour me? It would seem as if + there were some wonderful confidence and intimacy betwixt us, fair sir, if + one is to judge from your extremely cunning looks; and so help me, Our + Lady, as I never saw you but twice in my life before.” + </p> + <p> + “And where were those happy occasions,” said Roland, “if I may be bold + enough to ask the question?” + </p> + <p> + “At the nunnery of St. Catherine's,” said the damsel, “in the first + instance; and, in the second, during five minutes of a certain raid or + foray which it was your pleasure to make into the lodging of my lord and + father, Lord Seyton, from which, to my surprise, as probably to your own, + you returned with a token of friendship and favour, instead of broken + bones, which were the more probable reward of your intrusion, considering + the prompt ire of the house of Seyton. I am deeply mortified,” she added, + ironically, “that your recollection should require refreshment on a + subject so important; and that my memory should be stronger than yours on + such an occasion, is truly humiliating.” + </p> + <p> + “Your own, memory is not so exactly correct, fair mistress,” answered the + page, “seeing you have forgotten meeting the third, in the hostelrie of + St. Michael's, when it pleased you to lay your switch across the face of + my comrade, in order, I warrant, to show that, in the house of Seyton, + neither the prompt ire of its descendants, nor the use of the doublet and + hose, are subject to Salique law, or confined to the use of the males.” + </p> + <p> + “Fair sir,” answered Catherine, looking at him with great steadiness, and + some surprise, “unless your fair wits have forsaken you, I am at a loss + what to conjecture of your meaning.” + </p> + <p> + “By my troth, fair mistress,” answered Roland, “and were I as wise a + warlock as Michael Scott, I could scarce riddle the dream you read me. Did + I not see you last night in the hostelrie of St. Michael's?—Did you + not bring me this sword, with command not to draw it save at the command + of my native and rightful Sovereign? And have I not done as you required + me? Or is the sword a piece of lath—my word a bulrush—my + memory a dream—and my eyes good for nought—espials which + corbies might pick out of my head?” + </p> + <p> + “And if your eyes serve you not more truly on other occasions than in your + vision of St. Michael,” said Catherine, “I know not, the pain apart, that + the corbies would do you any great injury in the deprivation—But + hark, the bell—hush, for God's sake, we are interrupted.—” + </p> + <p> + The damsel was right; for no sooner had the dull toll of the castle bell + begun to resound through the vaulted apartment, than the door of the + vestibule flew open, and the steward, with his severe countenance, his + gold chain, and his white rod, entered the apartment, followed by the same + train of domestics who had placed the dinner on the table, and who now, + with the same ceremonious formality, began to remove it. + </p> + <p> + The steward remained motionless as some old picture, while the domestics + did their office; and when it was accomplished, every thing removed from + the table, and the board itself taken from its tressels and disposed + against the wall, he said aloud, without addressing any one in particular, + and somewhat in the tone of a herald reading a proclamation, “My noble + lady, Dame Margaret Erskine, by marriage Douglas, lets the Lady Mary of + Scotland and her attendants to wit, that a servant of the true evangele, + her reverend chaplain, will to-night, as usual, expound, lecture, and + catechise, according to the forms of the congregation of gospellers.” + </p> + <p> + “Hark you, my friend, Mr. Dryfesdale,” said Catherine, “I understand this + announcement is a nightly form of yours. Now, I pray you to remark, that + the Lady Fleming and I—for I trust your insolent invitation concerns + us only—have chosen Saint Peter's pathway to Heaven, so I see no one + whom your godly exhortation, catechise, or lecture, can benefit, excepting + this poor page, who, being in Satan's hand as well as yourself, had better + worship with you than remain to cumber our better-advised devotions.” + </p> + <p> + The page was well-nigh giving a round denial to the assertions which this + speech implied, when, remembering what had passed betwixt him and the + Regent, and seeing Catherine's finger raised in a monitory fashion, he + felt himself, as on former occasions at the Castle of Avenel, obliged to + submit to the task of dissimulation, and followed Dryfesdale down to the + castle chapel, where he assisted in the devotions of the evening. + </p> + <p> + The chaplain was named Elias Henderson. He was a man in the prime of life, + and possessed of good natural parts, carefully improved by the best + education which those times afforded. To these qualities were added a + faculty of close and terse reasoning; and, at intervals, a flow of happy + illustration and natural eloquence. The religious faith of Roland Graeme, + as we have already had opportunity to observe, rested on no secure basis, + but was entertained rather in obedience to his grandmother's behests, and + his secret desire to contradict the chaplain of Avenel Castle, than from + any fixed or steady reliance which he placed on the Romish creed. His + ideas had been of late considerably enlarged by the scenes he had passed + through; and feeling that there was shame in not understanding something + of those political disputes betwixt the professors of the ancient and the + reformed faith, he listened with more attention than it had hitherto been + in his nature to yield on such occasions, to an animated discussion of + some of the principal points of difference betwixt the churches. So passed + away the first day in the Castle of Lochleven; and those which followed it + were, for some time, of a very monotonous and uniform tenor. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Twenty-Fourth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 'Tis a weary life this— + Vaults overhead, and grates and bars around me, + And my sad hours spent with as sad companions, + Whose thoughts are brooding: o'er their own mischances, + Far, far too deeply to take part in mine. + THE WOODSMAN. +</pre> + <p> + The course of life to which Mary and her little retinue were doomed, was + in the last degree secluded and lonely, varied only as the weather + permitted or rendered impossible the Queen's usual walk in the garden or + on the battlements. The greater part of the morning she wrought with her + ladies at those pieces of needlework, many of which still remain proofs of + her indefatigable application. At such hours the page was permitted the + freedom of the castle and islet; nay, he was sometimes invited to attend + George Douglas when he went a-sporting upon the lake, or on its margin; + opportunities of diversion which were only clouded by the remarkable + melancholy which always seemed to brood on that gentleman's brow, and to + mark his whole demeanour,—a sadness so profound, that Roland never + observed him to smile, or to speak any word unconnected with the immediate + object of their exercise. + </p> + <p> + The most pleasant part of Roland's day, was the occasional space which he + was permitted to pass in personal attendance on the Queen and her ladies, + together with the regular dinner-time, which he always spent with Dame + Mary Fleming and Catharine Seyton. At these periods, he had frequent + occasion to admire the lively spirit and inventive imagination of the + latter damsel, who was unwearied in her contrivances to amuse her + mistress, and to banish, for a time at least, the melancholy which preyed + on her bosom. She danced, she sung, she recited tales of ancient and + modern times, with that heartfelt exertion of talent, of which the + pleasure lies not in the vanity of displaying it to others, but in the + enthusiastic consciousness that we possess it ourselves. And yet these + high accomplishments were mixed with an air of rusticity and harebrained + vivacity, which seemed rather to belong to some village maid, the coquette + of the ring around the Maypole, than to the high-bred descendant of an + ancient baron. A touch of audacity, altogether short of effrontery, and + far less approaching to vulgarity, gave as it were a wildness to all that + she did; and Mary, while defending her from some of the occasional + censures of her grave companion, compared her to a trained singing-bird + escaped from a cage, which practises in all the luxuriance of freedom, and + in full possession of the greenwood bough, the airs which it had learned + during its earlier captivity. + </p> + <p> + The moments which the page was permitted to pass in the presence of this + fascinating creature, danced so rapidly away, that, brief as they were, + they compensated the weary dulness of all the rest of the day. The space + of indulgence, however, was always brief, nor were any private interviews + betwixt him and Catharine permitted, or even possible. Whether it were + some special precaution respecting the Queen's household, or whether it + were her general ideas of propriety, Dame Fleming seemed particularly + attentive to prevent the young people from holding any separate + correspondence together, and bestowed, for Catharine's sole benefit in + this matter, the full stock of prudence and experience which she had + acquired, when mother of the Queen's maidens of honour, and by which she + had gained their hearty hatred. Casual meetings, however, could not be + prevented, unless Catherine had been more desirous of shunning, or Roland + Graeme less anxious in watching for them. A smile, a gibe, a sarcasm, + disarmed of its severity by the arch look with which it was accompanied, + was all that time permitted to pass between them on such occasions. But + such passing interviews neither afforded means nor opportunity to renew + the discussion of the circumstances attending their earlier acquaintance, + nor to permit Roland to investigate more accurately the mysterious + apparition of the page in the purple velvet cloak at the hostelrie of + Saint Michael's. + </p> + <p> + The winter months slipped heavily away, and spring was already advanced, + when Roland Graeme observed a gradual change in the manners of his + fellow-prisoners. Having no business of his own to attend to, and being, + like those of his age, education, and degree, sufficiently curious + concerning what passed around, he began by degrees to suspect, and finally + to be convinced, that there was something in agitation among his + companions in captivity, to which they did not desire that he should be + privy. Nay, he became almost certain that, by some means unintelligible to + him, Queen Mary held correspondence beyond the walls and waters which + surrounded her prison-house, and that she nourished some secret hope of + deliverance or escape. In the conversations betwixt her and her + attendants, at which he was necessarily present, the Queen could not + always avoid showing that she was acquainted with the events which were + passing abroad in the world, and which he only heard through her report. + He observed that she wrote more and worked less than had been her former + custom, and that, as if desirous to lull suspicion asleep, she changed her + manner towards the Lady Lochleven into one more gracious, and which seemed + to express a resigned submission to her lot. “They think I am blind,” he + said to himself, “and that I am unfit to be trusted because I am so young, + or it may be because I was sent hither by the Regent. Well!—be it so—they + may be glad to confide in me in the long run; and Catherine Seyton, for as + saucy as she is, may find me as safe a confidant as that sullen Douglas, + whom she is always running after. It may be they are angry with me for + listening to Master Elias Henderson; but it was their own fault for + sending me there, and if the man speaks truth and good sense, and preaches + only the word of God, he is as likely to be right as either Pope or + Councils.” + </p> + <p> + It is probable that in this last conjecture, Roland Graeme had hit upon + the real cause why the ladies had not intrusted him with their councils. + He had of late had several conferences with Henderson on the subject of + religion, and had given him to understand that he stood in need of his + instructions, although he had not thought there was either prudence or + necessity for confessing that hitherto he had held the tenets of the + Church of Rome. + </p> + <p> + Elias Henderson, a keen propagator of the reformed faith, had sought the + seclusion of Lochleven Castle, with the express purpose and expectation of + making converts from Rome amongst the domestics of the dethroned Queen, + and confirming the faith of those who already held the Protestant + doctrines. Perhaps his hopes soared a little higher, and he might nourish + some expectation of a proselyte more distinguished in the person of the + deposed Queen. But the pertinacity with which she and her female + attendants refused to see or listen to him, rendered such hope, if he + nourished it, altogether abortive. + </p> + <p> + The opportunity, therefore, of enlarging the religious information of + Roland Graeme, and bringing him to a more due sense of his duties to + Heaven, was hailed by the good man as a door opened by Providence for the + salvation of a sinner. He dreamed not, indeed, that he was converting a + Papist, but such was the ignorance which Roland displayed upon some + material points of the reformed doctrine, that Master Henderson, while + praising his docility to the Lady Lochleven and her grandson, seldom + failed to add, that his venerable brother, Henry Warden, must be now + decayed in strength and in mind, since he found a catechumen of his flock + so ill-grounded in the principles of his belief. For this, indeed, Roland + Graeme thought it was unnecessary to assign the true reason, which was his + having made it a point of honour to forget all that Henry Warden taught + him, as soon as he was no longer compelled to read it over as a lesson + acquired by rote. The lessons of his new instructor, if not more + impressively delivered, were received by a more willing ear, and a more + awakened understanding, and the solitude of Lochleven Castle was + favourable to graver thoughts than the page had hitherto entertained. He + wavered yet, indeed, as one who was almost persuaded; but his attention to + the chaplain's instructions procured him favour even with the stern old + dame herself; and he was once or twice, but under great precaution, + permitted to go to the neighbouring village of Kinross, situated on the + mainland, to execute some ordinary commission of his unfortunate mistress. + </p> + <p> + For some time Roland Graeme might be considered as standing neuter betwixt + the two parties who inhabited the water-girdled Tower of Lochleven; but, + as he rose in the opinion of the Lady of the Castle and her chaplain, he + perceived, with great grief, that he lost ground in that of Mary and her + female allies. + </p> + <p> + He came gradually to be sensible that he was regarded as a spy upon their + discourse, and that, instead of the ease with which they had formerly + conversed in his presence, without suppressing any of the natural feelings + of anger, of sorrow, or mirth, which the chance topic of the moment + happened to call forth, their talk was now guardedly restricted to the + most indifferent subjects, and a studied reserve observed even in their + mode of treating these. This obvious want of confidence was accompanied + with a correspondent change in their personal demeanor towards the + unfortunate page. The Queen, who had at first treated him with marked + courtesy, now scarce spoke to him, save to convey some necessary command + for her service. The Lady Fleming restricted her notice to the most dry + and distant expressions of civility, and Catherine Seyton became bitter in + her pleasantries, and shy, cross, and pettish, in any intercourse they had + together. What was yet more provoking, he saw, or thought he saw, marks of + intelligence betwixt George Douglas and the beautiful Catherine Seyton; + and, sharpened by jealousy, he wrought himself almost into a certainty, + that the looks which they exchanged, conveyed matters of deep and serious + import. “No wonder,” he thought, “if, courted by the son of a proud and + powerful baron, she can no longer spare a word or look to the poor + fortuneless page.” + </p> + <p> + In a word, Roland Graeme's situation became truly disagreeable, and his + heart naturally enough rebelled against the injustice of this treatment, + which deprived him of the only comfort which he had received for + submitting to a confinement in other respects irksome. He accused Queen + Mary and Catherine Seyton (for concerning the opinion of Dame Fleming he + was indifferent) of inconsistency in being displeased with him on account + of the natural consequences of an order of their own. Why did they send + him to hear this overpowering preacher? The Abbot Ambrosius, he + recollected, understood the weakness of their Popish cause better, when he + enjoined him to repeat within his own mind, <i>aves</i>, and <i>credos</i>, + and <i>paters</i>, all the while old Henry Warden preached or lectured, + that so he might secure himself against lending even a momentary ear to + his heretical doctrine. “But I will endure this life no longer,” said he + to himself, manfully; “do they suppose I would betray my mistress, because + I see cause to doubt of her religion?—that would be a serving, as + they say, the devil for God's sake. I will forth into the world—he + that serves fair ladies, may at least expect kind looks and kind words; + and I bear not the mind of a gentleman, to submit to cold treatment and + suspicion, and a life-long captivity besides. I will speak to George + Douglas to-morrow when we go out a-fishing.” + </p> + <p> + A sleepless night was spent in agitating this magnanimous resolution, and + he arose in the morning not perfectly decided in his own mind whether he + should abide by it or not. It happened that he was summoned by the Queen + at an unusual hour, and just as he was about to go out with George + Douglas. He went to attend her commands in, the garden; but as he had his + angling-rod in his hand, the circumstance announced his previous + intention, and the Queen, turning to the Lady Fleming, said, “Catherine + must devise some other amusement for us, <i>ma bonnie amie</i>; our + discreet page has already made his party for the day's pleasure.” + </p> + <p> + “I said from the beginning,” answered the Lady Fleming, “that your Grace + ought not to rely on being favoured with the company of a youth who has so + many Huguenot acquaintances, and has the means of amusing himself far more + agreeably than with us.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish,” said Catherine, her animated features reddening with + mortification, “that his friends would sail away with him for good, and + bring us in return a page (if such a thing can be found) faithful to his + Queen and to his religion.” + </p> + <p> + “One part of your wishes may be granted, madam,” said Roland Graeme, + unable any longer to restrain his sense of the treatment which he received + on all sides; and he was about to add, “I heartily wish you a companion in + my room, if such can be found, who is capable of enduring women's caprices + without going distracted.” Luckily, he recollected the remorse which he + had felt at having given way to the vivacity of his temper upon a similar + occasion; and, closing his lips, imprisoned, until it died on his tongue, + a reproach so misbecoming the presence of majesty. + </p> + <p> + “Why do you remain there,” said the Queen, “as if you were rooted to the + parterre?” + </p> + <p> + “I but attend your Grace's commands,” said the page. + </p> + <p> + “I have none to give you—Begone, sir.” + </p> + <p> + As he left the garden to go to the boat, he distinctly heard Mary upbraid + one of her attendants in these words:—“You see to what you have + exposed us!” + </p> + <p> + This brief scene at once determined Roland Graeme's resolution to quit the + castle, if it were possible, and to impart his resolution to George + Douglas without loss of time. That gentleman, in his usual mood of + silence, sate in the stern of the little skiff which they used on such + occasions, trimming his fishing-tackle, and, from time to time, indicating + by signs to Graeme, who pulled the oars, which way he should row. When + they were a furlong or two from the castle, Roland rested on the oars, and + addressed his companion somewhat abruptly,—“I have something of + importance to say to you, under your pleasure, fair sir.” + </p> + <p> + The pensive melancholy of Douglas's countenance at once gave way to the + eager, keen, and startled look of one who expects to hear something of + deep and alarming import. + </p> + <p> + “I am wearied to the very death of this Castle of Lochleven,” continued + Roland. + </p> + <p> + “Is that all?” said Douglas; “I know none of its inhabitants who are much + better pleased with it.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but I am neither a native of the house, nor a prisoner in it, and so + I may reasonably desire to leave it.” + </p> + <p> + “You might desire to quit it with equal reason,” answered Douglas, “if you + were both the one and the other.” + </p> + <p> + “But,” said Roland Graeme, “I am not only tired of living in Lochleven + Castle, but I am determined to quit it.” + </p> + <p> + “That is a resolution more easily taken than executed,” replied Douglas. + </p> + <p> + “Not if yourself, sir, and your Lady Mother, choose to consent,” answered + the page. + </p> + <p> + “You mistake the matter, Roland,” said Douglas; “you will find that the + consent of two other persons is equally essential—that of the Lady + Mary your mistress, and that of my uncle the Regent, who placed you about + her person, and who will not think it proper that she should change her + attendants so soon.” + </p> + <p> + “And must I then remain whether I will or no?” demanded the page, somewhat + appalled at a view of the subject, which would have occurred sooner to a + person of more experience. + </p> + <p> + “At least,” said George Douglas, “you must will to remain till my uncle + consents to dismiss you.” + </p> + <p> + “Frankly,” said the page, “and speaking to you as a gentleman who is + incapable of betraying me, I will confess, that if I thought myself a + prisoner here, neither walls nor water should confine me long.” + </p> + <p> + “Frankly,” said Douglas, “I could not much blame you for the attempt; yet, + for all that, my father, or uncle, or the earl, or any of my brothers, or + in short any of the king's lords into whose hands you fell, would in such + a case hang you like a dog, or like a sentinel who deserts his post; and I + promise you that you will hardly escape them. But row towards Saint Serf's + island—there is a breeze from the west, and we shall have sport, + keeping to windward of the isle, where the ripple is strongest. We will + speak more of what you have mentioned when we have had an hour's sport.” + </p> + <p> + Their fishing was successful, though never did two anglers pursue even + that silent and unsocial pleasure with less of verbal intercourse. + </p> + <p> + When their time was expired, Douglas took the oars in his turn, and by his + order Roland Graeme steered the boat, directing her course upon the + landing-place at the castle. But he also stopped in the midst of his + course, and, looking around him, said to Graeme, “There is a thing which I + could mention to thee; but it is so deep a secret, that even here, + surrounded as we are by sea and sky, without the possibility of a + listener, I cannot prevail on myself to speak it out.” + </p> + <p> + “Better leave it unspoken, sir,” answered Roland Graeme, “if you doubt the + honour of him who alone can hear it.” + </p> + <p> + “I doubt not your honour,” replied George Douglas; “but you are young, + imprudent, and changeful.” + </p> + <p> + “Young,” said Roland, “I am, and it may be imprudent—but who hath + informed you that I am changeful?” + </p> + <p> + “One that knows you, perhaps, better than you know yourself,” replied + Douglas. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you mean Catherine Seyton,” said the page, his heart rising as + he spoke; “but she is herself fifty times more variable in her humour than + the very water which we are floating upon.” + </p> + <p> + “My young acquaintance,” said Douglas, “I pray you to remember that + Catherine Seyton is a lady of blood and birth, and must not be lightly + spoken of.” + </p> + <p> + “Master George of Douglas,” said Graeme, “as that speech seemed to be made + under the warrant of something like a threat, I pray you to observe, that + I value not the threat at the estimation of a fin of one of these dead + trouts; and, moreover, I would have you to know that the champion who + undertakes the defence of every lady of blood and birth, whom men accuse + of change of faith and of fashion, is like to have enough of work on his + hands.” + </p> + <p> + “Go to,” said the Seneschal, but in a tone of good-humour, “thou art a + foolish boy, unfit to deal with any matter more serious than the casting + of a net, or the flying of a hawk.” + </p> + <p> + “If your secret concern Catherine Seyton,” said the page, “I care not for + it, and so you may tell her if you will. I wot she can shape you + opportunity to speak with her, as she has ere now.” + </p> + <p> + The flush which passed over Douglas's face, made the page aware that he + had alighted on a truth, when he was, in fact, speaking at random; and the + feeling that he had done so, was like striking a dagger into his own + heart. His companion, without farther answer, resumed the oars, and pulled + lustily till they arrived at the island and the castle. The servants + received the produce of their spoil, and the two fishers, turning from + each other in silence, went each to his several apartment. + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme had spent about an hour in grumbling against Catherine + Seyton, the Queen, the Regent, and the whole house of Lochleven, with + George Douglas at the head of it, when the time approached that his duty + called him to attend the meal of Queen Mary. As he arranged his dress for + this purpose, he grudged the trouble, which, on similar occasions, he + used, with boyish foppery, to consider as one of the most important duties + of his day; and when he went to take his place behind the chair of the + Queen, it was with an air of offended dignity, which could not escape her + observation, and probably appeared to her ridiculous enough, for she + whispered something in French to her ladies, at which the lady Fleming + laughed, and Catherine appeared half diverted and half disconcerted. This + pleasantry, of which the subject was concealed from him, the unfortunate + page received, of course, as a new offence, and called an additional + degree of sullen dignity into his mien, which might have exposed him to + farther raillery, but that Mary appeared disposed to make allowance for + and compassionate his feelings. + </p> + <p> + With the peculiar tact and delicacy which no woman possessed in greater + perfection, she began to soothe by degrees the vexed spirit of her + magnanimous attendant. The excellence of the fish which he had taken in + his expedition, the high flavour and beautiful red colour of the trouts, + which have long given distinction to the lake, led her first to express + her thanks to her attendant for so agreeable an addition to her table, + especially upon a <i>jour de jeune</i>; and then brought on inquiries into + the place where the fish had been taken, their size, their peculiarities, + the times when they were in season, and a comparison between the Lochleven + trouts and those which are found in the lakes and rivers of the south of + Scotland. The ill humour of Roland Graeme was never of an obstinate + character. It rolled away like mist before the sun, and he was easily + engaged in a keen and animated dissertation about Lochleven trout, and sea + trout, and river trout, and bull trout, and char, which never rise to a + fly, and par, which some suppose infant salmon, and <i>herlings</i>, which + frequent the Nith, and <i>vendisses</i>, which are only found in the + Castle-Loch of Lochmaben; and he was hurrying on with the eager + impetuosity and enthusiasm of a young sportsman, when he observed that the + smile with which the Queen at first listened to him died languidly away, + and that, in spite of her efforts to suppress them, tears rose to her + eyes. He stopped suddenly short, and, distressed in his turn, asked, “If + he had the misfortune unwittingly to give displeasure to her Grace?” + </p> + <p> + “No, my poor boy,” replied the Queen; “but as you numbered up the lakes + and rivers of my kingdom, imagination cheated me, as it will do, and + snatched me from these dreary walls away to the romantic streams of + Nithsdale, and the royal towers of Lochmaben.—O land, which my + fathers have so long ruled! of the pleasures which you extend so freely, + your Queen is now deprived, and the poorest beggar, who may wander free + from one landward town to another, would scorn to change fates with Mary + of Scotland!” + </p> + <p> + “Your highness,” said the Lady Fleming, “will do well to withdraw.” + </p> + <p> + “Come with me, then, Fleming,” said the Queen, “I would not burden hearts + so young as these are, with the sight of my sorrows.” + </p> + <p> + She accompanied these words with a look of melancholy compassion towards + Roland and Catherine, who were now left alone together in the apartment. + </p> + <p> + The page found his situation not a little embarrassing; for, as every + reader has experienced who may have chanced to be in such a situation, it + is extremely difficult to maintain the full dignity of an offended person + in the presence of a beautiful girl, whatever reason we may have for being + angry with her. Catherine Seyton, on her part, sate still like a lingering + ghost, which, conscious of the awe which its presence imposes, is + charitably disposed to give the poor confused mortal whom it visits, time + to recover his senses, and comply with the grand rule of demonology by + speaking first. But as Roland seemed in no hurry to avail himself of her + condescension, she carried it a step farther, and herself opened the + conversation. + </p> + <p> + “I pray you, fair sir, if it may be permitted me to disturb your august + reverie by a question so simple,—what may have become of your + rosary?” + </p> + <p> + “It is lost, madam—lost some time since,” said Roland, partly + embarrassed and partly indignant. + </p> + <p> + “And may I ask farther, sir,” said Catherine, “why you have not replaced + it with another?—I have half a mind,” she said, taking from her + pocket a string of ebony beads adorned with gold, “to bestow one upon you, + to keep for my sake, just to remind you of former acquaintance.” + </p> + <p> + There was a little tremulous accent in the tone with which these words + were delivered, which at once put to flight Roland Graeme's resentment, + and brought him to Catherine's side; but she instantly resumed the bold + and firm accent which was more familiar to her. “I did not bid you,” she + said, “come and sit so close by me; for the acquaintance that I spoke of, + has been stiff and cold, dead and buried, for this many a day.” + </p> + <p> + “Now Heaven forbid!” said the page, “it has only slept, and now that you + desire it should awake, fair Catherine, believe me that a pledge of your + returning favour—” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, nay,” said Catherine, withholding the rosary, towards which, as he + spoke, he extended his hand, “I have changed my mind on better reflection. + What should a heretic do with these holy beads, that have been blessed by + the father of the church himself?” + </p> + <p> + Roland winced grievously, for he saw plainly which way the discourse was + now likely to tend, and felt that it must at all events be embarrassing. + “Nay, but,” he said, “it was as a token of your own regard that you + offered them.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, fair sir, but that regard attended the faithful subject, the loyal + and pious Catholic, the individual who was so solemnly devoted at the same + time with myself to the same grand duty; which, you must now understand, + was to serve the church and Queen. To such a person, if you ever heard of + him, was my regard due, and not to him who associates with heretics, and + is about to become a renegado.” + </p> + <p> + “I should scarce believe, fair mistress,” said Roland, indignantly, “that + the vane of your favour turned only to a Catholic wind, considering that + it points so plainly to George Douglas, who, I think, is both kingsman and + Protestant.” + </p> + <p> + “Think better of George Douglas,” said Catherine, “than to believe—” + and then checking herself, as if she had spoken too much, she went on, “I + assure you, fair Master Roland, that all who wish you well are sorry for + you.” + </p> + <p> + “Their number is very few, I believe,” answered Roland, “and their sorrow, + if they feel any, not deeper than ten minutes' time will cure.” + </p> + <p> + “They are more numerous, and think more deeply concerning you, than you + seem to be aware,” answered Catherine. “But perhaps they think wrong—You + are the best judge in your own affairs; and if you prefer gold and + church-lands to honour and loyalty, and the faith of your fathers, why + should you be hampered in conscience more than others?” + </p> + <p> + “May Heaven bear witness for me,” said Roland, “that if I entertain any + difference of opinion—that is, if I nourish any doubts in point of + religion, they have been adopted on the conviction of my own mind, and the + suggestion of my own conscience!” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ay, your conscience—your conscience!” repeated she with satiric + emphasis; “your conscience is the scape-goat; I warrant it an able one—it + will bear the burden of one of the best manors of the Abbey of Saint Mary + of Kennaquhair, lately forfeited to our noble Lord the King, by the Abbot + and community thereof, for the high crime of fidelity to their religious + vows, and now to be granted by the High and Mighty Traitor, and so forth, + James Earl of Murray, to the good squire of dames Roland Graeme, for his + loyal and faithful service as under-espial, and deputy-turnkey, for + securing the person of his lawful sovereign, Queen Mary.” + </p> + <p> + “You misconstrue me cruelly,” said the page; “yes, Catherine, most cruelly—God + knows I would protect this poor lady at the risk of my life, or with my + life; but what can I do—what can any one do for her?” + </p> + <p> + “Much may be done—enough may be done—all may be done—if + men will be but true and honourable, as Scottish men were in the days of + Bruce and Wallace. Oh, Roland, from what an enterprise you are now + withdrawing your heart and hand, through mere fickleness and coldness of + spirit!” + </p> + <p> + “How can I withdraw,” said Roland, “from an enterprise which has never + been communicated to me?—Has the Queen, or have you, or has any one, + communicated with me upon any thing for her service which I have refused? + Or have you not, all of you, held me at such distance from your counsels, + as if I were the most faithless spy since the days of Ganelon?” [Footnote: + Gan, Gano, or Ganelon of Mayence, is in the Romances on the subject of + Charlemagne and his Paladins, always represented as the traitor by whom + the Christian champions are betrayed.] + </p> + <p> + “And who,” said Catherine Seyton, “would trust the sworn friend, and + pupil, and companion, of the heretic preacher Henderson? ay—a proper + tutor you have chosen, instead of the excellent Ambrosius, who is now + turned out of house and homestead, if indeed he is not languishing in a + dungeon, for withstanding the tyranny of Morton, to whose brother the + temporalities of that noble house of God have been gifted away by the + Regent.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it possible?” said the page; “and is the excellent Father Ambrose in + such distress?” + </p> + <p> + “He would account the news of your falling away from the faith of your + fathers,” answered Catherine, “a worse mishap than aught that tyranny can + inflict on himself.” + </p> + <p> + “But why,” said Roland, very much moved, “why should you suppose that—that—that + it is with me as you say?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you yourself deny it?” replied Catherine; “do you not admit that you + have drunk the poison which you should have dashed from your lips?—Do + you deny that it now ferments in your veins, if it has not altogether + corrupted the springs of life?—Do you deny that you have your + doubts, as you proudly term them, respecting what popes and councils have + declared it unlawful to doubt of?—Is not your faith wavering, if not + overthrown?—Does not the heretic preacher boast his conquest?—Does + not the heretic woman of this prison-house hold up thy example to others?—Do + not the Queen and the Lady Fleming believe in thy falling away?—And + is there any except one—yes, I will speak it out, and think as + lightly as you please of my good-will—is there one except myself + that holds even a lingering hope that you may yet prove what we once all + believed of you?” + </p> + <p> + “I know not,” said our poor page, much embarrassed by the view which was + thus presented to him of the conduct he was expected to pursue, and by a + person in whom he was not the less interested that, though long a resident + in Lochleven Castle, with no object so likely to attract his undivided + attention, no lengthened interview had taken place since they had first + met,—“I know not what you expect of me, or fear from me. I was sent + hither to attend Queen Mary, and to her I acknowledge the duty of a + servant through life and death. If any one had expected service of another + kind, I was not the party to render it. I neither avow nor disclaim the + doctrines of the reformed church.—Will you have the truth?—It + seems to me that the profligacy of the Catholic clergy has brought this + judgment on their own heads, and, for aught I know, it may be for their + reformation. But, for betraying this unhappy Queen, God knows I am + guiltless of the thought. Did I even believe worse of her, than as her + servant I wish—as her subject I dare to do—I would not betray + her—far from it—I would aid her in aught which could tend to a + fair trial of her cause.” + </p> + <p> + “Enough! enough!” answered Catherine, clasping her hands together; “then + thou wilt not desert us if any means are presented, by which, placing our + Royal Mistress at freedom, this case may be honestly tried betwixt her and + her rebellious subjects?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay—but, fair Catherine,” replied the page, “hear but what the Lord + of Murray said when he sent me hither.”— + </p> + <p> + “Hear but what the devil said,” replied the maiden, “rather than what a + false subject, a false brother, a false counsellor, a false friend, said! + A man raised from a petty pensioner on the crown's bounty, to be the + counsellor of majesty, and the prime distributor of the bounties of the + state;—one with whom rank, fortune, title, consequence, and power, + all grew up like a mushroom, by the mere warm good-will of the sister, + whom, in requital, he hath mewed up in this place of melancholy seclusion—whom, + in farther requital, he has deposed, and whom, if he dared, he would + murder!” + </p> + <p> + “I think not so ill of the Earl of Murray,” said Roland Graeme; “and sooth + to speak,” he added, with a smile, “it would require some bribe to make me + embrace, with firm and desperate resolution, either one side or the + other.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, if that is all,” replied Catherine Seyton, in a tone of enthusiasm, + “you shall be guerdoned with prayers from oppressed subjects—from + dispossessed clergy—from insulted nobles—with immortal praise + by future ages—with eager gratitude by the present—with fame + on earth, and with felicity in heaven! Your country will thank you—your + Queen will be debtor to you—you will achieve at once the highest + from the lowest degree in chivalry—all men will honour, all women + will love you—and I, sworn with you so early to the accomplishment + of Queen Mary's freedom, will—yes, I will—love you better than—ever + sister loved brother!” “Say on—say on!” whispered Roland, kneeling + on one knee, and taking her hand, which, in the warmth of exhortation, + Catherine held towards him. + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” said she, pausing, “I have already said too much—far too + much, if I prevail not with you—far too little if I do. But I + prevail,” she continued, seeing that the countenance of the youth she + addressed returned the enthusiasm of her own—“I prevail; or rather + the good cause prevails through its own strength—thus I devote thee + to it.” And as she spoke she approached her finger to the brow of the + astonished youth, and, without touching it, signed the cross over his + forehead—stooped her face towards him, and seemed to kiss the empty + space in which she had traced the symbol; then starting up, and + extricating herself from his grasp, darted into the Queen's apartment. + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme remained as the enthusiastic maiden had left him, kneeling + on one knee, with breath withheld, and with eyes fixed upon the space + which the fairy form of Catherine Seyton had so lately occupied. If his + thoughts were not of unmixed delight, they at least partook of that + thrilling and intoxicating, though mingled sense of pain and pleasure, the + most over-powering which life offers in its blended cup. He rose and + retired slowly; and although the chaplain Mr. Henderson preached on that + evening his best sermon against the errors of Popery, I would not engage + that he was followed accurately through the train of his reasoning by the + young proselyte, with a view to whose especial benefit he had handled the + subject. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Twenty-Fifth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + And when love's torch hath set the heart in flame, + Comes Seignor Reason, with his saws and cautions, + Giving such aid as the old gray-beard Sexton, + Who from the church-vault drags the crazy engine, + To ply its dribbling ineffectual streamlet + Against a conflagration. + OLD PLAY. +</pre> + <p> + In a musing mood, Roland Graeme upon the ensuing morning betook himself to + the battlements of the Castle, as a spot where he might indulge the course + of his thick-coming fancies with least chance of interruption. But his + place of retirement was in the present case ill chosen, for he was + presently joined by Mr. Elias Henderson. + </p> + <p> + “I sought you, young man,” said the preacher, “having to speak of + something which concerns you nearly.” + </p> + <p> + The page had no pretence for avoiding the conference which the chaplain + thus offered, though he felt that it might prove an embarrassing one. + </p> + <p> + “In teaching thee, as far as my feeble knowledge hath permitted, thy duty + towards God,” said the chaplain, “there are particulars of your duty + towards man, upon which I was unwilling long or much to insist. You are + here in the service of a lady, honourable as touching her birth, deserving + of all compassion as respects her misfortunes, and garnished with even but + too many of those outward qualities which win men's regard and affection. + Have you ever considered your regard to this Lady Mary of Scotland, in its + true light and bearing?” + </p> + <p> + “I trust, reverend sir,” replied Roland Graeme, “that I am well aware of + the duties a servant in my condition owes to his royal mistress, + especially in her lowly and distressed condition.” + </p> + <p> + “True,” answered the preacher; “but it is even that honest feeling which + may, in the Lady Mary's case, carry thee into great crime and treachery.” + </p> + <p> + “How so, reverend sir?” replied the page; “I profess I understand you + not.” + </p> + <p> + “I speak to you not of the crimes of this ill-advised lady,” said the + preacher; “they are not subjects for the ears of her sworn servant. But it + is enough to say, that this unhappy person hath rejected more offers of + grace, and more hopes of glory, than ever were held out to earthly + princes; and that she is now, her day of favour being passed, sequestered + in this lonely castle, for the common weal of the people of Scotland, and + it may be for the benefit of her own soul.” + </p> + <p> + “Reverend sir,” said Roland, somewhat impatiently, “I am but too well + aware that my unfortunate mistress is imprisoned, since I have the + misfortune to share in her restraint myself—of which, to speak + sooth, I am heartily weary.” + </p> + <p> + “It is even of that which I am about to speak,” said the chaplain, mildly; + “but, first, my good Roland, look forth on the pleasant prospect of yonder + cultivated plain. You see, where the smoke arises, yonder village standing + half hidden by the trees, and you know it to be the dwelling-place of + peace and industry. From space to space, each by the side of its own + stream, you see the gray towers of barons, with cottages interspersed; and + you know that they also, with their household, are now living in unity; + the lance hung upon the wall, and the sword resting in its sheath. You + see, too, more than one fair church, where the pure waters of life are + offered to the thirsty, and where the hungry are refreshed with spiritual + food.—What would he deserve, who should bring fire and slaughter + into so fair and happy a scene—who should bare the swords of the + gentry and turn them against each other—who should give tower and + cottage to the flames, and slake the embers with the blood of the + indwellers?—What would he deserve who should lift up again that + ancient Dagon of Superstition, whom the worthies of the time have beaten + down, and who should once more make the churches of God the high places of + Baal?” + </p> + <p> + “You have limned a frightful picture, reverend sir,” said Roland Graeme; + “yet I guess not whom you would charge with the purpose of effecting a + change so horrible.” + </p> + <p> + “God forbid,” replied the preacher, “that I should say to thee, Thou art + the man.—Yet beware, Roland Graeme, that thou, in serving thy + mistress, hold fast the still higher service which thou owest to the peace + of thy country, and the prosperity of her inhabitants; else, Roland + Graeme, thou mayest be the very man upon whose head will fall the curses + and assured punishment due to such work. If thou art won by the song of + these sirens to aid that unhappy lady's escape from this place of + penitence and security, it is over with the peace of Scotland's cottages, + and with the prosperity of her palaces—and the babe unborn shall + curse the name of the man who gave inlet to the disorder which will follow + the war betwixt the mother and the son.” + </p> + <p> + “I know of no such plan, reverend sir,” answered the page, “and therefore + can aid none such.—My duty towards the Queen has been simply that of + an attendant; it is a task, of which, at times, I would willingly have + been freed; nevertheless—” + </p> + <p> + “It is to prepare thee for the enjoyment of something more of liberty,” + said the preacher, “that I have endeavoured to impress upon you the deep + responsibility under which your office must be discharged. George Douglas + hath told the Lady Lochleven that you are weary of this service, and my + intercession hath partly determined her good ladyship, that, as your + discharge cannot be granted, you shall, instead, be employed in certain + commissions on the mainland, which have hitherto been discharged by other + persons of confidence. Wherefore, come with me to the lady, for even + to-day such duty will be imposed on you.” + </p> + <p> + “I trust you will hold me excused, reverend sir,” said the page, who felt + that an increase of confidence on the part of the Lady of the Castle and + her family would render his situation in a moral view doubly embarrassing, + “one cannot serve two masters—and I much fear that my mistress will + not hold me excused for taking employment under another.” + </p> + <p> + “Fear not that,” said the preacher; “her consent shall be asked and + obtained. I fear she will yield it but too easily, as hoping to avail + herself of your agency to maintain correspondence with her friends, as + those falsely call themselves, who would make her name the watchword for + civil war.” + </p> + <p> + “And thus,” said the page, “I shall be exposed to suspicion on all sides; + for my mistress will consider me as a spy placed on her by her enemies, + seeing me so far trusted by them; and the Lady Lochleven will never cease + to suspect the possibility of my betraying her, because circumstances put + it into my power to do so—I would rather remain as I am.” + </p> + <p> + There followed a pause of one or two minutes, during which Henderson + looked steadily in Roland's countenance, as if desirous to ascertain + whether there was not more in the answer than the precise words seemed to + imply. He failed in this point, however; for Roland, bred a page from + childhood, knew how to assume a sullen pettish cast of countenance, well + enough calculated to hide all internal emotions. + </p> + <p> + “I understand thee not, Roland,” said the preacher, “or rather thou + thinkest on this matter more deeply than I apprehended to be in thy + nature. Methought, the delight of going on shore with thy bow, or thy gun, + or thy angling-rod, would have borne away all other feelings.” + </p> + <p> + “And so it would,” replied Roland, who perceived the danger of suffering + Henderson's half-raised suspicions to become fully awake,—“I would + have thought of nothing but the gun and the oar, and the wild water-fowl + that tempt me by sailing among the sedges yonder so far out of + flight-shot, had you not spoken of my going on shore as what was to + occasion burning of town and tower, the downfall of the evangele, and the + upsetting of the mass.” + </p> + <p> + “Follow me, then,” said Henderson, “and we will seek the Lady Lochleven.” + </p> + <p> + They found her at breakfast with her grandson George Douglas.—“Peace + be with your ladyship!” said the preacher, bowing to his patroness; + “Roland Graeme awaits your order.” + </p> + <p> + “Young man,” said the lady, “our chaplain hath warranted for thy fidelity, + and we are determined to give you certain errands to do for us in our town + of Kinross.” + </p> + <p> + “Not by my advice,” said Douglas, coldly. + </p> + <p> + “I said not that it was,” answered the lady, something sharply. “The + mother of thy father may, I should think, be old enough to judge for + herself in a matter so simple.—Thou wilt take the skiff, Roland, and + two of my people, whom Dryfesdale or Randal will order out, and fetch off + certain stuff of plate and hangings, which should last night be lodged at + Kinross by the wains from Edinburgh.” + </p> + <p> + “And give this packet,” said George Douglas, “to a servant of ours, whom + you will find in waiting there.—It is the report to my father,” he + added, looking towards his grandmother, who acquiesced by bending her + head. + </p> + <p> + “I have already mentioned to Master Henderson,” said Roland Graeme, “that + as my duty requires my attendance on the Queen, her Grace's permission for + my journey ought to be obtained before I can undertake your commission.” + </p> + <p> + “Look to it, my son,” said the old lady, “the scruple of the youth is + honourable.” + </p> + <p> + “Craving your pardon, madam, I have no wish to force myself on her + presence thus early,” said. Douglas, in an indifferent tone; “it might + displease her, and were no way agreeable to me.” + </p> + <p> + “And I,” said the Lady Lochleven, “although her temper hath been more + gentle of late, have no will to undergo, without necessity, the rancour of + her wit.” + </p> + <p> + “Under your permission, madam,” said the chaplain, “I will myself render + your request to the Queen. During my long residence in this house she hath + not deigned to see me in private, or to hear my doctrine; yet so may + Heaven prosper my labours, as love for her soul, and desire to bring her + into the right path, was my chief desire for coming hither.” + </p> + <p> + “Take care, Master Henderson,” said Douglas, in a tone which seemed almost + sarcastic, “lest you rush hastily on an adventure to which you have no + vocation—you are learned, and know the adage, <i>Ne accesseris in + consilium nisi vocatus</i>.—Who hath required this at your hand?” + </p> + <p> + “The Master to whose service I am called,” answered the preacher, looking + upward,—“He who hath commanded me to be earnest in season and out of + season.” + </p> + <p> + “Your acquaintance hath not been much, I think, with courts or princes,” + continued the young Esquire. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir,” replied Henderson, “but like my Master Knox, I see nothing + frightful in the fair face of a pretty lady.” + </p> + <p> + “My son,” said the Lady of Lochleven, “quench not the good man's zeal—let + him do the errand to this unhappy Princess.” + </p> + <p> + “With more willingness than I would do it myself,” said George Douglas. + Yet something in his manner appeared to contradict his words. + </p> + <p> + The minister went accordingly, followed by Roland Graeme, and, demanding + an audience of the imprisoned Princess, was admitted. He found her with + her ladies engaged in the daily task of embroidery. The Queen received him + with that courtesy, which, in ordinary cases, she used towards all who + approached her, and the clergyman, in opening his commission, was + obviously somewhat more embarrassed than he had expected to be.—“The + good Lady of Lochleven—may it please your Grace—” + </p> + <p> + He made a short pause, during which Mary said, with a smile, “My Grace + would, in truth, be well pleased, were the Lady Lochleven our <i>good</i> + lady—But go on—what is the will of the good Lady of + Lochleven?” + </p> + <p> + “She desires, madam,” said the chaplain, “that your Grace will permit this + young gentleman, your page, Roland Graeme, to pass to Kinross, to look + after some household stuff and hangings, sent hither for the better + furnishing your Grace's apartments.” + </p> + <p> + “The Lady of Lochleven,” said the Queen, “uses needless ceremony, in + requesting our permission for that which stands within her own pleasure. + We well know that this young gentleman's attendance on us had not been so + long permitted, were he not thought to be more at the command of that good + lady than at ours.—But we cheerfully yield consent that he shall go + on her errand—with our will we would doom no living creature to the + captivity which we ourselves must suffer.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, madam,” answered the preacher, “and it is doubtless natural for + humanity to quarrel with its prison-house. Yet there have been those, who + have found, that time spent in the house of temporal captivity may be so + employed as to redeem us from spiritual slavery.” + </p> + <p> + “I apprehend your meaning, sir,” replied the Queen, “but I have heard your + apostle—I have heard Master John Knox; and were I to be perverted, I + would willingly resign to the ablest and most powerful of heresiarchs, the + poor honour he might acquire by overcoming my faith and my hope.” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” said the preacher, “it is not to the talents or skill of the + husbandman that God gives the increase—the words which were offered + in vain by him whom you justly call our apostle, during the bustle and + gaiety of a court, may yet find better acceptance during the leisure for + reflection which this place affords. God knows, lady, that I speak in + singleness of heart, as one who would as soon compare himself to the + immortal angels, as to the holy man whom you have named. Yet would you but + condescend to apply to their noblest use, those talents and that learning + which all allow you to be possessed of—would you afford us but the + slightest hope that you would hear and regard what can be urged against + the blinded superstition and idolatry in which you are brought up, sure am + I, that the most powerfully-gifted of my brethren, that even John Knox + himself, would hasten hither, and account the rescue of your single soul + from the nets of Romish error—” + </p> + <p> + “I am obliged to you and to them for their charity,” said Mary; “but as I + have at present but one presence-chamber, I would reluctantly see it + converted into a Huguenot synod.” + </p> + <p> + “At least, madam, be not thus obstinately blinded in your errors! Hear one + who has hungered and thirsted, watched and prayed, to undertake the good + work of your conversion, and who would be content to die the instant that + a work so advantageous for yourself and so beneficial to Scotland were + accomplished—Yes, lady, could I but shake the remaining pillar of + the heathen temple in this land—and that permit me to term your + faith in the delusions of Rome—I could be content to die overwhelmed + in the ruins!” + </p> + <p> + “I will not insult your zeal, sir,” replied Mary, “by saying you are more + likely to make sport for the Philistines than to overwhelm them—your + charity claims my thanks, for it is warmly expressed and may be truly + purposed—But believe as well of me as I am willing to do of you, and + think that I may be as anxious to recall you to the ancient and only road, + as you are to teach me your new by-ways to paradise.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, madam, if such be your generous purpose,” said Henderson, eagerly, + “—what hinders that we should dedicate some part of that time, + unhappily now too much at your Grace's disposal, to discuss a question so + weighty? You, by report of all men, are both learned and witty; and I, + though without such advantages, am strong in my cause as in a tower of + defence. Why should we not spend some space in endeavouring to discover + which of us hath the wrong side in this important matter?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” said Queen Mary, “I never alleged my force was strong enough to + accept of a combat <i>en champ clos</i>, with a scholar and a polemic. + Besides, the match is not equal. You, sir, might retire when you felt the + battle go against you, while I am tied to the stake, and have no + permission to say the debate wearies me.—I would be alone.” + </p> + <p> + She curtsied low to him as she uttered these words; and Henderson, whose + zeal was indeed ardent, but did not extend to the neglect of delicacy, + bowed in return, and prepared to withdraw. + </p> + <p> + “I would,” he said, “that my earnest wish, my most zealous prayer, could + procure to your Grace any blessing or comfort, but especially that in + which alone blessing or comfort is, as easily as the slightest intimation + of your wish will remove me from your presence.” + </p> + <p> + He was in the act of departing, when Mary said to him with much courtesy, + “Do me no injury in your thoughts, good sir; it may be, that if my time + here be protracted longer—as surely I hope it will not, trusting + that either my rebel subjects will repent of their disloyalty, or that my + faithful lieges will obtain the upper hand—but if my time be here + protracted, it may be I shall have no displeasure in hearing one who seems + so reasonable and compassionate as yourself, and I may hazard your + contempt by endeavouring to recollect and repeat the reasons which + schoolmen and councils give for the faith that is in me,—although I + fear that, God help me! my Latin has deserted me with my other + possessions. This must, however, be for another day. Meanwhile, sir, let + the Lady of Lochleven employ my page as she lists—I will not afford + suspicion by speaking a word to him before he goes.—Roland Graeme, + my friend, lose not an opportunity of amusing thyself—dance, sing, + run, and leap—all may be done merrily on the mainland; but he must + have more than quicksilver in his veins who would frolic here.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! madam,” said the preacher, “to what is it you exhort the youth, + while time passes, and eternity summons? Can our salvation be insured by + idle mirth, or our good work wrought out without fear and trembling?” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot fear or tremble,” replied the Queen; “to Mary Stewart such + emotions are unknown. But if weeping and sorrow on my part will atone for + the boy's enjoying an hour of boyish pleasure, be assured the penance + shall be duly paid.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but, gracious lady,” said the preacher, “in this you greatly err;—our + tears and our sorrows are all too little for our own faults and follies, + nor can we transfer them, as your church falsely teaches, to the benefit + of others.” + </p> + <p> + “May I pray you, sir,” answered the Queen, “with as little offence as such + a prayer may import, to transfer yourself elsewhere? We are sick at heart, + and may not now be disposed with farther controversy—and thou, + Roland, take this little purse;” (then, turning to the divine, she said, + showing its contents,) “Look, reverend sir,—it contains only these + two or three gold testoons, a coin which, though bearing my own poor + features, I have ever found more active against me than on my side, just + as my subjects take arms against me, with my own name for their summons + and signal.—Take this purse, that thou mayest want no means of + amusement. Fail not—fail not to bring met back news from Kinross; + only let it be such as, without suspicion or offence, may be told in the + presence of this reverend gentleman, or of the good Lady Lochleven + herself.” + </p> + <p> + The last hint was too irresistible to be withstood; and Henderson + withdrew, half mortified, half pleased, with his reception; for Mary, from + long habit, and the address which was natural to her, had learned, in an + extraordinary degree, the art of evading discourse which was disagreeable + to her feelings or prejudices, without affronting those by whom it was + proffered. + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme retired with the chaplain, at a signal from his lady; but it + did not escape him, that as he left the room, stepping backwards, and + making the deep obeisance due to royalty, Catherine Seyton held up her + slender forefinger, with a gesture which he alone could witness, and which + seemed to say, “Remember what has passed betwixt us.” + </p> + <p> + The young page had now his last charge from the Lady of Lochleven. “There + are revels,” she said, “this day at the village—my son's authority + is, as yet, unable to prevent these continued workings of the ancient + leaven of folly which the Romish priests have kneaded into the very souls + of the Scottish peasantry. I do not command thee to abstain from them—that + would be only to lay a snare for thy folly, or to teach thee falsehood; + but enjoy these vanities with moderation, and mark them as something thou + must soon learn to renounce and contemn. Our chamberlain at Kinross, Luke + Lundin,—Doctor, as he foolishly calleth himself,—will acquaint + thee what is to be done in the matter about which thou goest. Remember + thou art trusted—show thyself, therefore, worthy of trust.” + </p> + <p> + When we recollect that Roland Graeme was not yet nineteen, and that he had + spent his whole life in the solitary Castle of Avenel, excepting the few + hours he had passed in Edinburgh, and his late residence at Lochleven, + (the latter period having very little served to enlarge his acquaintance + with the gay world.) we cannot wonder that his heart beat, high with hope + and curiosity, at the prospect of partaking the sport even of a country + wake. He hastened to his little cabin, and turned over the wardrobe with + which (in every respect becoming his station) he had been supplied from + Edinburgh, probably by order of the Earl of Murray. By the Queen's command + he had hitherto waited upon her in mourning, or at least in sad-coloured + raiment. Her condition, she said, admitted of nothing more gay. But now he + selected the gayest dress his wardrobe afforded; composed of scarlet + slashed with black satin, the royal colours of Scotland—combed his + long curled hair—disposed his chain and medal round a beaver hat of + the newest block; and with the gay falchion which had reached him in so + mysterious a manner, hung by his side in an embroidered belt, his apparel, + added to his natural frank mien and handsome figure, formed a most + commendable and pleasing specimen of the young gallant of the period. He + sought to make his parting reverence to the Queen and her ladies, but old + Dryfesdale hurried him to the boat. + </p> + <p> + “We will have no private audiences,” he said, “my master; since you are to + be trusted with somewhat, we will try at least to save thee from the + temptation of opportunity. God help thee, child,” he added, with a glance + of contempt at his gay clothes, “an the bear-ward be yonder from Saint + Andrews, have a care thou go not near him.” + </p> + <p> + “And wherefore, I pray you?” said Roland. + </p> + <p> + “Lest he take thee for one of his runaway jackanapes,” answered the + steward, smiling sourly. + </p> + <p> + “I wear not my clothes at thy cost,” said Roland indignantly. + </p> + <p> + “Nor at thine own either, my son” replied the steward, “else would thy + garb more nearly resemble thy merit and thy station.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme suppressed with difficulty the repartee which arose to his + lips, and, wrapping his scarlet mantle around him, threw himself into the + boat, which two rowers, themselves urged by curiosity to see the revels, + pulled stoutly towards the west end of the lake. As they put off, Roland + thought he could discover the face of Catherine Seyton, though carefully + withdrawn from observation, peeping from a loophole to view his departure. + He pulled off his hat, and held it up as a token that he saw and wished + her adieu. A white kerchief waved for a second across the window, and for + the rest of the little voyage, the thoughts of Catherine Seyton disputed + ground in his breast with the expectations excited by the approaching + revel. As they drew nearer and nearer the shore, the sounds of mirth and + music, the laugh, the halloo, and the shout, came thicker upon the ear, + and in a trice the boat was moored, and Roland Graeme hastened in quest of + the chamberlain, that, being informed what time he had at his own + disposal, he might lay it out to the best advantage. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Twenty-Sixth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Room for the master of the ring, ye swains, + Divide your crowded ranks—before him march + The rural minstrelsy, the rattling drum, + The clamorous war-pipe, and far-echoing horn. + <i>Rural Sports</i>.—SOMERVILLE. +</pre> + <p> + No long space intervened ere Roland Graeme was able to discover among the + crowd of revellers, who gambolled upon the open space which extends + betwixt the village and the lake, a person of so great importance as Dr. + Luke Lundin, upon whom devolved officially the charge of representing the + lord of the land, and who was attended for support of his authority by a + piper, a drummer, and four sturdy clowns armed with rusty halberds, + garnished with party-coloured ribbons; myrmidons who, early as the day + was, had already broken more than one head in the awful names of the Laird + of Lochleven and his chamberlain. + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: At Scottish fairs, the bailie, or magistrate, deputed by the + lord in whose name the meeting is held, attends the fair with his guard, + decides trifling disputes, and punishes on the spot any petty + delinquencies. His attendants are usually armed with halberds, and + sometimes, at least, escorted by music. Thus, in the “Life and Death of + Habbie Simpson,” we are told of that famous minstrel,— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “At fairs he play'd before the spear-men, + And gaily graithed in their gear-men;— + Steel bonnets, jacks, and swords shone clear then, + Like ony bead; + Now wha shall play before sic weir-men, + Since Habbie's dead! ] +</pre> + <p> + As soon as this dignitary was informed that the castle skiff had arrived, + with a gallant, dressed like a lord's son at the least, who desired + presently to speak to him, he adjusted his ruff and his black coat, turned + round his girdle till the garnished hilt of his long rapier became + visible, and walked with due solemnity towards the beach. Solemn indeed he + was entitled to be, even on less important occasions, for he had been bred + to the venerable study of medicine, as those acquainted with the science + very soon discovered from the aphorisms which ornamented his discourse. + His success had not been equal to his pretensions; but as he was a native + of the neighbouring kingdom of Fife, and bore distant relation to, or + dependence upon, the ancient family of Lundin of that Ilk, who were bound + in close friendship with the house of Lochleven, he had, through their + interest, got planted comfortably enough in his present station upon the + banks of that beautiful lake. The profits of his chamberlainship being + moderate, especially in those unsettled times, he had eked it out a little + with some practice in his original profession; and it was said that the + inhabitants of the village and barony of Kinross were not more effectually + thirled (which may be translated enthralled) to the baron's mill, than + they were to the medical monopoly of the chamberlain. Wo betide the family + of the rich boor, who presumed to depart this life without a passport from + Dr. Luke Lundin! for if his representatives had aught to settle with the + baron, as it seldom happened otherwise, they were sure to find a cold + friend in the chamberlain. He was considerate enough, however, + gratuitously to help the poor out of their ailments, and sometimes out of + all their other distresses at the same time. + </p> + <p> + Formal, in a double proportion, both as a physician and as a person in + office, and proud of the scraps of learning which rendered his language + almost universally unintelligible, Dr. Luke Lundin approached the beach, + and hailed the page as he advanced towards him.—“The freshness of + the morning upon you, fair sir—You are sent, I warrant me, to see if + we observe here the regimen which her good ladyship hath prescribed, for + eschewing all superstitious observances and idle anilities in these our + revels. I am aware that her good ladyship would willingly have altogether + abolished and abrogated them—But as I had the honour to quote to her + from the works of the learned Hercules of Saxony, <i>omnis curatio est vel + canonica vel coacta</i>,—that is, fair sir, (for silk and velvet + have seldom their Latin <i>ad unguem</i>,) every cure must be wrought + either by art and induction of rule, or by constraint; and the wise + physician chooseth the former. Which argument her ladyship being pleased + to allow well of, I have made it my business so to blend instruction and + caution with delight—<i>fiat mixtio</i>, as we say—that I can + answer that the vulgar mind will be defecated and purged of anile and + Popish fooleries by the medicament adhibited, so that the <i>primae vice</i> + being cleansed, Master Henderson, or any other able pastor, may at will + throw in tonics, and effectuate a perfect moral cure, <i>tuto, cito, + jucunde</i>.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no charge, Dr. Lundin,” replied the page— + </p> + <p> + “Call me not doctor,” said the chamberlain, “since I have laid aside my + furred gown and bonnet, and retired me into this temporality of + chamberlainship.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, sir,” said the page, who was no stranger by report to the character + of this original, “the cowl makes not the monk, neither the cord the friar—we + have all heard of the cures wrought by Dr. Lundin.” + </p> + <p> + “Toys, young sir—trifles,” answered the leech with grave + disclamation of superior skill; “the hit-or-miss practice of a poor + retired gentleman, in a short cloak and doublet—Marry, Heaven sent + its blessing—and this I must say, better fashioned mediciners have + brought fewer patients through—<i>lunga roba corta scienzia</i>, + saith the Italian—ha, fair sir, you have the language?” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme did not think it necessary to expound to this learned Theban + whether he understood him or no; but, leaving that matter uncertain, he + told him he came in quest of certain packages which should have arrived at + Kinross, and been placed under the chamberlain's charge the evening + before. + </p> + <p> + “Body o' me!” said Doctor Lundin, “I fear our common carrier, John + Auchtermuchty, hath met with some mischance, that he came not up last + night with his wains—bad land this to journey in, my master; and the + fool will travel by night too, although, (besides all maladies from your + <i>tussis</i> to your <i>pestis</i>, which walk abroad in the night-air,) + he may well fall in with half a dozen swash-bucklers, who will ease him at + once of his baggage and his earthly complaints. I must send forth to + inquire after him, since he hath stuff of the honourable household on hand—and, + by our Lady, he hath stuff of mine too—certain drugs sent me from + the city for composition of my alexipharmics—this gear must be + looked to.—Hodge,” said he, addressing one of his redoubted + body-guard, “do thou and Toby Telford take the mickle brown aver and the + black cut-tailed mare, and make out towards the Kerry-craigs, and see what + tidings you can have of Auchtermuchty and his wains—I trust it is + only the medicine of the pottle-pot, (being the only <i>medicamentum</i> + which the beast useth,) which hath caused him to tarry on the road. Take + the ribbons from your halberds, ye knaves, and get on your jacks, + plate-sleeves, and knapskulls, that your presence may work some terror if + you meet with opposers.” He then added, turning to Roland Graeme, “I + warrant me, we shall have news of the wains in brief season. Meantime it + will please you to look upon the sports; but first to enter my poor + lodging and take your morning's cup. For what saith the school of Salerno? + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + <i>Poculum, mane haustum, + Restaurat naturam exhaustam.”</i> +</pre> + <p> + “Your learning is too profound for me,” replied the page; “and so would + your draught be likewise, I fear.” + </p> + <p> + “Not a whit, fair sir—a cordial cup of sack, impregnated with + wormwood, is the best anti-pestilential draught; and, to speak truth, the + pestilential miasmata are now very rife in the atmosphere. We live in a + happy time, young man,” continued he, in a tone of grave irony, “and have + many blessings unknown to our fathers—Here are two sovereigns in the + land, a regnant and a claimant—that is enough of one good thing—but + if any one wants more, he may find a king in every peel-house in the + country; so if we lack government, it is not for want of governors. Then + have we a civil war to phlebotomize us every year, and to prevent our + population from starving for want of food—and for the same purpose + we have the Plague proposing us a visit, the best of all recipes for + thinning a land, and converting younger brothers into elder ones. Well, + each man in his vocation. You young fellows of the sword desire to + wrestle, fence, or so forth, with some expert adversary; and for my part, + I love to match myself for life or death against that same Plague.” + </p> + <p> + As they proceeded up the street of the little village towards the Doctor's + lodgings, his attention was successively occupied by the various + personages whom he met, and pointed out to the notice of his companion. + </p> + <p> + “Do you see that fellow with the red bonnet, the blue jerkin, and the + great rough baton in his hand?—I believe that clown hath the + strength of a tower—he has lived fifty years in the world, and never + encouraged the liberal sciences by buying one penny-worth of medicaments.—But + see you that man with the <i>facies hippocratica</i>?” said he, pointing + out a thin peasant, with swelled legs, and a most cadaverous countenance; + “that I call one of the worthiest men in the barony—he breakfasts, + luncheons, dines, and sups by my advice, and not without my medicine; and, + for his own single part, will go farther to clear out a moderate stock of + pharmaceutics, than half the country besides.—How do you, my honest + friend?” said he to the party in question, with a tone of condolence. + </p> + <p> + “Very weakly, sir, since I took the electuary,” answered the patient; “it + neighboured ill with the two spoonfuls of pease-porridge and the + kirnmilk.” + </p> + <p> + “Pease-porridge and kirnmilk! Have you been under medicine these ten + years, and keep your diet so ill?—the next morning take the + electuary by itself, and touch nothing for six hours.”—The poor + object bowed, and limped off. + </p> + <p> + The next whom the Doctor deigned to take notice of, was a lame fellow, by + whom the honour was altogether undeserved, for at sight of the mediciner, + he began to shuffle away in the crowd as fast as his infirmities would + permit. + </p> + <p> + “There is an ungrateful hound for you,” said Doctor Lundin; “I cured him + of the gout in his feet, and now he talks of the chargeableness of + medicine, and makes the first use of his restored legs to fly from his + physician. His <i>podagra</i> hath become a <i>chiragra</i>, as honest + Martial hath it—the gout has got into his fingers, and he cannot + draw his purse. Old saying and true, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Praemia cum poscit medicus, Sathan est. +</pre> + <p> + We are angels when we come to cure—devils when we ask payment—but + I will administer a purgation to his purse I warrant him. There is his + brother too, a sordid chuff.—So ho, there! Saunders Darlet! you have + been ill, I hear?” + </p> + <p> + “Just got the turn, as I was thinking to send to your honour, and I am + brawly now again—it was nae great thing that ailed me.” + </p> + <p> + “Hark you, sirrah,” said the Doctor, “I trust you remember you are owing + to the laird four stones of barleymeal, and a bow of oats; and I would + have you send no more such kain-fowls as you sent last season, that looked + as wretchedly as patients just dismissed from a plague-hospital; and there + is hard money owing besides.” + </p> + <p> + “I was thinking, sir,” said the man, <i>more Scotico</i>, that is, + returning no direct answer on the subject on which he was addressed, “my + best way would be to come down to your honour, and take your advice yet, + in case my trouble should come back.” + </p> + <p> + “Do so, then, knave,” replied Lundin, “and remember what Ecclesiasticus + saith—'Give place to the physician-let him not go from thee, for + thou hast need of him.'” + </p> + <p> + His exhortation was interrupted by an apparition, which seemed to strike + the doctor with as much horror and surprise, as his own visage inflicted + upon sundry of those persons whom he had addressed. + </p> + <p> + The figure which produced this effect on the Esculapius of the village, + was that of a tall old woman, who wore a high-crowned hat and muffler. The + first of these habiliments added apparently to her stature, and the other + served to conceal the lower part of her face, and as the hat itself was + slouched, little could be seen besides two brown cheek-bones, and the eyes + of swarthy fire, that gleamed from under two shaggy gray eyebrows. She was + dressed in a long dark-coloured robe of unusual fashion, bordered at the + skirts, and on the stomacher, with a sort of white trimming resembling the + Jewish phylacteries, on which were wrought the characters of some unknown + language. She held in her hand a walking staff of black ebony. + </p> + <p> + “By the soul of Celsus,” said Doctor Luke Lundin, “it is old Mother + Nicneven herself—she hath come to beard me within mine own bounds, + and in the very execution of mine office! Have at thy coat, Old Woman, as + the song says—Hob Anster, let her presently be seized and committed + to the tolbooth; and if there are any zealous brethren here who would give + the hag her deserts, and duck her, as a witch, in the loch, I pray let + them in no way be hindered.” + </p> + <p> + But the myrmidons of Dr. Lundin showed in this case no alacrity to do his + bidding. Hob Anster even ventured to remonstrate in the name of himself + and his brethren. “To be sure he was to do his honour's bidding; and for + a' that folks said about the skill and witcheries of Mother Nicneven, he + would put his trust in God, and his hand on her collar, without dreadour. + But she was no common spaewife, this Mother Nicneven, like Jean Jopp that + lived in the Bricrie-baulk. She had lords and lairds that would ruffle for + her. There was Moncrieff of Tippermalloch, that was Popish, and the laird + of Carslogie, a kend Queen's man, were in the fair, with wha kend how mony + swords and bucklers at their back; and they would be sure to make a + break-out if the officers meddled with the auld Popish witch-wife, who was + sae weel friended; mair especially as the laird's best men, such as were + not in the castle, were in Edinburgh with him, and he doubted his honour + the Doctor would find ower few to make a good backing, if blades were + bare.” + </p> + <p> + The doctor listened unwillingly to this prudential counsel, and was only + comforted by the faithful promise of his satellite, that “the old woman + should,” as he expressed it, “be ta'en canny the next time she trespassed + on the bounds.” + </p> + <p> + “And in that event,” said the Doctor to his companion, “fire and fagot + shall be the best of her welcome.” + </p> + <p> + This he spoke in hearing of the dame herself, who even then, and in + passing the Doctor, shot towards him from under her gray eyebrows a look + of the most insulting and contemptuous superiority. + </p> + <p> + “This way,” continued the physician, “this way,” marshalling his guest + into his lodging,—“take care you stumble not over a retort, for it + is hazardous for the ignorant to walk in the ways of art.” + </p> + <p> + The page found all reason for the caution; for besides stuffed birds, and + lizards, and snakes bottled up, and bundles of simples made up, and other + parcels spread out to dry, and all the confusion, not to mention the + mingled and sickening smells, incidental to a druggist's stock in trade, + he had also to avoid heaps of charcoal crucibles, bolt-heads, stoves, and + the other furniture of a chemical laboratory. + </p> + <p> + Amongst his other philosophical qualities, Doctor Lundin failed not to be + a confused sloven, and his old dame housekeeper, whose life, as she said, + was spent in “redding him up,” had trotted off to the mart of gaiety with + other and younger folks. Much chattering and jangling therefore there was + among jars, and bottles, and vials, ere the Doctor produced the + salutiferous potion which he recommended so strongly, and a search equally + long and noisy followed, among broken cans and cracked pipkins, ere he + could bring forth a cup out of which to drink it. Both matters being at + length achieved, the Doctor set the example to his guest, by quaffing off + a cup of the cordial, and smacking his lips with approbation as it + descended his gullet.—Roland, in turn, submitted to swallow the + potion which his host so earnestly recommended, but which he found so + insufferably bitter, that he became eager to escape from the laboratory in + search of a draught of fair water to expel the taste. In spite of his + efforts, he was nevertheless detained by the garrulity of his host, till + he gave him some account of Mother Nicneven. + </p> + <p> + “I care not to speak of her,” said the Doctor, “in the open air, and among + the throng of people; not for fright, like yon cowardly dog Anster, but + because I would give no occasion for a fray, having no leisure to look to + stabs, slashes, and broken bones. Men call the old hag a prophetess—I + do scarce believe she could foretell when a brood of chickens will chip + the shell—Men say she reads the heavens—my black bitch knows + as much of them when she sits baying the moon—Men pretend the + ancient wretch is a sorceress, a witch, and, what not—<i>Inter nos</i>, + I will never contradict a rumour which may bring her to the stake which + she so justly deserves; but neither will I believe that the tales of + witches which they din into our ears are aught but knavery, cozenage, and + old women's fables.” + </p> + <p> + “In the name of Heaven, what is she then,” said the page, “that you make + such a stir about her?” + </p> + <p> + “She is one of those cursed old women,” replied the Doctor, “who take + currently and impudently upon themselves to act as advisers and curers of + the sick, on the strength of some trash of herbs, some rhyme of spells, + some julap or diet, drink or cordial.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, go no farther,” said the page; “if they brew cordials, evil be their + lot and all their partakers!” + </p> + <p> + “You say well, young man,” said Dr. Lundin; “for mine own part, I know no + such pests to the commonwealth as these old incarnate devils, who haunt + the chambers of the brain-sick patients, that are mad enough to suffer + them to interfere with, disturb, and let, the regular process of a learned + and artificial cure, with their sirups, and their julaps, and diascordium, + and mithridate, and my Lady What-shall-call'um's powder, and worthy Dame + Trashem's pill; and thus make widows and orphans, and cheat the regular + and well-studied physician, in order to get the name of wise women and + skeely neighbours, and so forth. But no more on't—Mother Nicneven + [Footnote: This was the name given to the grand Mother Witch, the very + Hecate of Scottish popular superstition. Her name was bestowed, in one or + two instances, upon sorceresses, who were held to resemble her by their + superior skill in “Hell's black grammar.”] and I will meet one day, and + she shall know there is danger in dealing with the Doctor.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a true word, and many have found it,” said the page; “but under + your favour, I would fain walk abroad for a little, and see these sports.” + </p> + <p> + “It is well moved,” said the Doctor, “and I too should be showing myself + abroad. Moreover the play waits us, young man-to-day, <i>totus mundus agit + histrionem</i>.”—And they sallied forth accordingly into the + mirthful scene. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Twenty-Seventh. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + See on yon verdant lawn, the gathering crowd + Thickens amain; the buxom nymphs advance, + Usher'd by jolly clowns; distinctions cease, + Lost in the common joy, and the bold slave + Leans on his wealthy master unreproved. + <i>Rural Games</i>.—SOMERVILLLE. +</pre> + <p> + The re-appearance of the dignified Chamberlain on the street of the + village was eagerly hailed by the revellers, as a pledge that the play, or + dramatic representation, which had been postponed owing to his absence, + was now full surely to commence. Any thing like an approach to this most + interesting of all amusements, was of recent origin in Scotland, and + engaged public attention in proportion. All other sports were + discontinued. The dance around the Maypole was arrested—the ring + broken up and dispersed, while the dancers, each leading his partner by + the hand, tripped, off to the silvan theatre. A truce was in like manner + achieved betwixt a huge brown bear and certain mastiffs, who were tugging + and pulling at his shaggy coat, under the mediation of the bear-ward and + half a dozen butchers and yeomen, who, by dint of <i>staving and tailing</i>, + as it was technically termed, separated the unfortunate animals, whose + fury had for an hour past been their chief amusement. The itinerant + minstrel found himself deserted by the audience he had collected, even in + the most interesting passage of the romance which he recited, and just as + he was sending about his boy, with bonnet in hand, to collect their + oblations. He indignantly stopped short in the midst of <i>Rosewal and + Lilian</i>, and, replacing his three-stringed fiddle, or rebeck, in its + leathern case, followed the crowd, with no good-will, to the exhibition + which had superseded his own. The juggler had ceased his exertions of + emitting flame and smoke, and was content to respire in the manner of + ordinary mortals, rather than to play gratuitously the part of a fiery + dragon. In short, all other sports were suspended, so eagerly did the + revellers throng towards the place of representation. + </p> + <p> + They would err greatly, who should regulate their ideas of this dramatic + exhibition upon those derived from a modern theatre; for the rude shows of + Thespis were far less different from those exhibited by Euripides on the + stage of Athens, with all its magnificent decorations and pomp of dresses + and of scenery. In the present case, there were no scenes, no stage, no + machinery, no pit, box, and gallery, no box-lobby; and, what might in poor + Scotland be some consolation for other negations, there was no taking of + money at the door. As in the devices of the magnanimous Bottom, the actors + had a greensward plot for a stage, and a hawthorn bush for a greenroom and + tiring-house; the spectators being accommodated with seats on the + artificial bank which had been raised around three-fourths of the + playground, the remainder being left open for the entrance and exit of the + performers. Here sate the uncritical audience, the Chamberlain in the + centre, as the person highest in office, all alive to enjoyment and + admiration, and all therefore dead to criticism. + </p> + <p> + The characters which appeared and disappeared before the amused and + interested audience, were those which fill the earlier stage in all + nations—old men, cheated by their wives and daughters, pillaged by + their sons, and imposed on by their domestics, a braggadocia captain, a + knavish pardoner or quaestionary, a country bumpkin and a wanton city + dame. Amid all these, and more acceptable than almost the whole put + together, was the all-licensed fool, the Gracioso of the Spanish drama, + who, with his cap fashioned into the resemblance of a coxcomb, and his + bauble, a truncheon terminated by a carved figure wearing a fool's cap, in + his hand, went, came, and returned, mingling in every scene of the piece, + and interrupting the business, without having any share himself in the + action, and ever and anon transferring his gibes from the actors on the + stage to the audience who sate around, prompt to applaud the whole. + </p> + <p> + The wit of the piece, which was not of the most polished kind, was chiefly + directed against the superstitious practices of the Catholic religion; and + the stage artillery had on this occasion been levelled by no less a person + than Doctor Lundin, who had not only commanded the manager of the + entertainment to select one of the numerous satires which had been written + against the Papists, (several of which were cast in a dramatic form,) but + had even, like the Prince of Denmark, caused them to insert, or according + to his own phrase, to infuse here and there, a few pleasantries of his own + penning, on the same inexhaustible subject, hoping thereby to mollify the + rigour of the Lady of Lochleven towards pastimes of this description. He + failed not to jog Roland's elbow, who was sitting in state behind him, and + recommend to his particular attention those favourite passages. As for the + page, to whom, the very idea of such an exhibition, simple as it was, was + entirely new, he beheld it with the undiminished and ecstatic delight with + which men of all ranks look for the first time on dramatic representation, + and laughed, shouted, and clapped his hands as the performance proceeded. + An incident at length took place, which effectually broke off his interest + in the business of the scene. + </p> + <p> + One of the principal personages in the comic part of the drama was, as we + have already said, a quaestionary or pardoner, one of those itinerants who + hawked about from place to place relics, real or pretended, with which he + excited the devotion at once, and the charity of the populace, and + generally deceived both the one and the other. The hypocrisy, impudence, + and profligacy of these clerical wanderers, had made them the subject of + satire from the time of Chaucer down to that of Heywood. Their present + representative failed not to follow the same line of humour, exhibiting + pig's bones for relics, and boasting the virtues of small tin crosses, + which had been shaken in the holy porringer at Loretto, and of + cockleshells, which had been brought from the shrine of Saint James of + Compostella, all which he disposed of to the devout Catholics at nearly as + high a price as antiquaries are now willing to pay for baubles of similar + intrinsic value. At length the pardoner pulled from his scrip a small + phial of clear water, of which he vaunted the quality in the following + verses:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Listneth, gode people, everiche one + For in the londe of Babylone, + Far eastward I wot it lyeth, + And is the first londe the sonne espieth, + Ther, as he cometh fro out the sé; + In this ilk londe, as thinketh me, + Right as holie legendes tell. + Snottreth from a roke a well, + And falleth into ane bath of ston, + Where chaste Susanne, in times long gon, + + Wax wont to wash her bodie and lim + Mickle vertue hath that streme, + As ye shall se er that ye pas, + Ensample by this little glas— + Through nightés cold and dayés hote + Hiderward I have it brought; + Hath a wife made slip or side, + Or a maiden stepp'd aside, + Putteth this water under her nese, + Wold she nold she, she shall snese. +</pre> + <p> + The jest, as the reader skilful in the antique language of the drama must + at once perceive, turned on the same pivot as in the old minstrel tales of + the Drinking Horn of King Arthur, and the Mantle made Amiss. But the + audience were neither learned nor critical enough to challenge its want of + originality. The potent relic was, after such grimace and buffoonery as + befitted the subject, presented successively to each of the female + personages of the drama, not one of whom sustained the supposed test of + discretion; but, to the infinite delight of the audience, sneezed much + louder and longer than perhaps they themselves had counted on. The jest + seemed at last worn threadbare, and the pardoner was passing on to some + new pleasantry, when the jester or clown of the drama, possessing himself + secretly of the phial which contained the wondrous liquor, applied it + suddenly to the nose of a young woman, who, with her black silk muffler, + or screen drawn over her face, was sitting in the foremost rank of the + spectators, intent apparently upon the business of the stage. The contents + of the phial, well calculated to sustain the credit of the pardoner's + legend, set the damsel a-sneezing violently, an admission of frailty which + was received with shouts of rapture by the audience. These were soon, + however, renewed at the expense of the jester himself, when the insulted + maiden extricated, ere the paroxysm was well over, one hand from the folds + of her mantle, and bestowed on the wag a buffet, which made him reel fully + his own length from the pardoner, and then acknowledge the favour by + instant prostration. + </p> + <p> + No one pities a jester overcome in his vocation, and the clown met with + little sympathy, when, rising from the ground, and whimpering forth his + complaints of harsh treatment, he invoked the assistance and sympathy of + the audience. But the Chamberlain, feeling his own dignity insulted, + ordered two of his halberdiers to bring the culprit before him. When these + official persons first approached the virago, she threw herself into an + attitude of firm defiance, as if determined to resist their authority; and + from the sample of strength and spirit which she had already displayed, + they showed no alacrity at executing their commission. But on half a + minute's reflection, the damsel changed totally her attitude and manner, + folded her cloak around her arms in modest and maiden-like fashion, and + walked of her own accord to the presence of the great man, followed and + guarded by the two manful satellites. As she moved across the vacant + space, and more especially as she stood at the footstool of the Doctor's + judgment-seat, the maiden discovered that lightness and elasticity of + step, and natural grace of manner, which connoisseurs in female beauty + know to be seldom divided from it. Moreover, her neat russet-coloured + jacket, and short petticoat of the same colour, displayed a handsome form + and a pretty leg. Her features were concealed by the screen; but the + Doctor, whose gravity did not prevent his pretensions to be a connoisseur + of the school we have hinted at, saw enough to judge favourably of the + piece by the sample. + </p> + <p> + He began, however, with considerable austerity of manner.—“And how + now, saucy quean!” said the medical man of office; “what have you to say + why I should not order you to be ducked in the loch, for lifting your hand + to the man in my presence?” + </p> + <p> + “Marry,” replied the culprit, “because I judge that your honour will not + think the cold bath necessary for my complaints.” + </p> + <p> + “A pestilent jade,” said the Doctor, whispering to Roland Graeme; “and + I'll warrant her a good one—her voice is as sweet as sirup.—But, + my pretty maiden,” said he, “you show us wonderful little of that + countenance of yours—be pleased to throw aside your muffler.” + </p> + <p> + “I trust your honour will excuse me till we are more private,” answered + the maiden; “for I have acquaintance, and I should like ill to be known in + the country as the poor girl whom that scurvy knave put his jest upon.” + </p> + <p> + “Fear nothing for thy good name, my sweet little modicum of candied + manna,” replied the Doctor, “for I protest to you, as I am Chamberlain of + Lochleven, Kinross, and so forth, that the chaste Susanna herself could + not have snuffed that elixir without sternutation, being in truth a + curious distillation of rectified <i>acetum</i>, or vinegar of the sun, + prepared by mine own hands—Wherefore, as thou sayest thou wilt come + to me in private, and express thy contrition for the offence whereof thou + hast been guilty, I command that all for the present go forward as if no + such interruption of the prescribed course had taken place.” + </p> + <p> + The damsel curtsied and tripped back to her place. The play proceeded, but + it no longer attracted the attention of Roland Graeme. + </p> + <p> + The voice, the figure, and what the veil permitted to be seen of the neck + and tresses of the village damsel, bore so strong a resemblance to those + of Catherine Seyton, that he felt like one bewildered in the mazes of a + changeful and stupifying dream. The memorable scene of the hostelrie + rushed on his recollection, with all its doubtful and marvellous + circumstances. Were the tales of enchantment which he had read in romances + realized in this extraordinary girl? Could she transport herself from the + walled and guarded Castle of Lochleven, moated with its broad lake, + (towards which he cast back a look as if to ascertain it was still in + existence,) and watched with such scrupulous care as the safety of a + nation demanded?—Could she surmount all these obstacles, and make + such careless and dangerous use of her liberty, as to engage herself + publicly in a quarrel in a village fair? Roland was unable to determine + whether the exertions which it must have cost her to gain her freedom or + the use to which she had put it, rendered her the most unaccountable + creature. + </p> + <p> + Lost in these meditations, he kept his gaze fixed on the subject of them; + and in every casual motion, discovered, or thought he discovered, + something which reminded him still more strongly of Catherine Seyton. It + occurred to him more than once, indeed, that he might be deceiving himself + by exaggerating some casual likeness into absolute identity. But then the + meeting at the hostelrie of Saint Michael's returned to his mind, and it + seemed in the highest degree improbable, that, under such various + circumstances, mere imagination should twice have found opportunity to + play him the selfsame trick. This time, however, he determined to have his + doubts resolved, and for this purpose he sate during the rest of the play + like a greyhound in the slip, ready to spring upon the hare the instant + that she was started. The damsel, whom he watched attentively lest she + should escape in the crowd when the spectacle was closed, sate as if + perfectly unconscious that she was observed. But the worthy Doctor marked + the direction of his eyes, and magnanimously suppressed his own + inclination to become the Theseus to this Hippolyta, in deference to the + rights of hospitality, which enjoined him to forbear interference with the + pleasurable pursuits of his young friend. He passed one or two formal + gibes upon the fixed attention which the page paid to the unknown, and + upon his own jealousy; adding, however, that if both were to be presented + to the patient at once, he had little doubt she would think the younger + man the sounder prescription. “I fear me,” he added, “we shall have no + news of the knave Auchtermuchty for some time, since the vermin whom I + sent after him seem to have proved corbie-messengers. So you have an hour + or two on your hands, Master Page; and as the minstrels are beginning to + strike up, now the play is ended, why, an you incline for a dance, yonder + is the green, and there sits your partner—I trust you will hold me + perfect in my diagnostics, since I see with half an eye what disease you + are sick of, and have administered a pleasing remedy. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “<i>Discernit sapiens res</i> (as Chambers hath it) <i>quas + confundit asellus</i>.” + </pre> + <p> + The page hardly heard the end of the learned adage, or the charge which + the Chamberlain gave him to be within reach, in case of the wains arriving + suddenly, and sooner than expected—so eager he was at once to shake + himself free of his learned associate, and to satisfy his curiosity + regarding the unknown damsel. Yet in the haste with which he made towards + her he found time to reflect, that, in order to secure an opportunity of + conversing with her in private, he must not alarm her at first accosting + her. He therefore composed his manner and gait, and advancing with + becoming self-confidence before three or four country-fellows who were + intent on the same design, but knew not so well how to put their request + into shape, he acquainted her that he, as the deputy of the venerable + Chamberlain, requested the honour of her hand as a partner. + </p> + <p> + “The venerable Chamberlain,” said the damsel frankly, reaching the page + her hand, “does very well to exercise this part of his privilege by + deputy; and I suppose the laws of the revels leave me no choice but to + accept of his faithful delegate.” + </p> + <p> + “Provided, fair damsel,” said the page, “his choice of a delegate is not + altogether distasteful to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Of that, fair sir,” replied the maiden, “I will tell you more when we + have danced the first measure.” + </p> + <p> + Catherine Seyton had admirable skill in gestic lore, and was sometimes + called on to dance for the amusement of her royal mistress. Roland Graeme + had often been a spectator of her skill, and sometimes, at the Queen's + command, Catherine's partner on such occasions. He was, therefore, + perfectly acquainted with Catherine's mode of dancing; and observed that + his present partner, in grace, in agility, in quickness of ear, and + precision of execution, exactly resembled her, save that the Scottish jig, + which he now danced with her, required a more violent and rapid motion, + and more rustic agility, than the stately pavens, lavoltas, and + courantoes, which he had seen her execute in the chamber of Queen Mary. + The active duties of the dance left him little time for reflection, and + none for conversation; but when their <i>pas de deux</i> was finished, + amidst the acclamations of the villagers, who had seldom witnessed such an + exhibition, he took an opportunity, when they yielded up the green to + another couple, to use the privilege of a partner and enter into + conversation with the mysterious maiden, whom he still held by the hand. + </p> + <p> + “Fair partner, may I not crave the name of her who has graced me thus + far?” + </p> + <p> + “You may,” said the maiden; “but it is a question whether I shall answer + you.” + </p> + <p> + “And why?” asked Roland. + </p> + <p> + “Because nobody gives anything for nothing—and you can tell me + nothing in return which I care to hear.” + </p> + <p> + “Could I not tell you my name and lineage, in exchange for yours?” + returned Roland. + </p> + <p> + “No!” answered the maiden, “for you know little of either.” + </p> + <p> + “How?” said the page, somewhat angrily. + </p> + <p> + “Wrath you not for the matter,” said the damsel; “I will show you in an + instant that I know more of you than you do of yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed,” answered Graeme; “for whom then do you take me?” + </p> + <p> + “For the wild falcon,” answered she, “whom a dog brought in his mouth to a + certain castle, when he was but an unfledged eyas—for the hawk whom + men dare not fly, lest he should check at game, and pounce on carrion—whom + folk must keep hooded till he has the proper light of his eyes, and can + discover good from evil.” + </p> + <p> + “Well—be it so,” replied Roland Graeme; “I guess at a part of your + parable, fair mistress mine—and perhaps I know as much of you as you + do of me, and can well dispense with the information which you are so + niggard in giving.” + </p> + <p> + “Prove that,” said the maiden, “and I will give you credit for more + penetration than I judged you to be gifted withal.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be proved instantly,” said Roland Graeme. “The first letter of + your name is S, and the last N.” + </p> + <p> + “Admirable,” said his partner, “guess on.” + </p> + <p> + “It pleases you to-day,” continued Roland, “to wear the snood and kirtle, + and perhaps you may be seen to-morrow in hat and feather, hose and + doublet.” + </p> + <p> + “In the clout! in the clout! you have hit the very white,” said the + damsel, suppressing a great inclination to laugh. + </p> + <p> + “You can switch men's eyes out of their heads, as well as the heart out of + their bosoms.” + </p> + <p> + These last words were uttered in a low and tender tone, which, to Roland's + great mortification, and somewhat to his displeasure, was so far from + allaying, that it greatly increased, his partner's disposition to + laughter. She could scarce compose herself while she replied, “If you had + thought my hand so formidable,” extricating it from his hold, “you would + not have grasped it so hard; but I perceive you know me so fully, that + there is no occasion to show you my face.” + </p> + <p> + “Fair Catherine,” said the page, “he were unworthy ever to have seen you, + far less to have dwelt so long in the same service, and under the same + roof with you, who could mistake your air, your gesture, your step in + walking or in dancing, the turn of your neck, the symmetry of your form—none + could be so dull as not to recognize you by so many proofs; but for me, I + could swear even to that tress of hair that escapes from under your + muffler.” + </p> + <p> + “And to the face, of course, which that muffler covers,” said the maiden, + removing her veil, and in an instant endeavouring to replace it. She + showed the features of Catherine; but an unusual degree of petulant + impatience inflamed them, when, from some awkwardness in her management of + the muffler, she was unable again to adjust it with that dexterity which + was a principal accomplishment of the coquettes of the time. + </p> + <p> + “The fiend rive the rag to tatters!” said the damsel, as the veil + fluttered about her shoulders, with an accent so earnest and decided, that + it made the page start. He looked again at the damsel's face, but the + information which his eyes received, was to the same purport as before. He + assisted her to adjust her muffler, and both were for an instant silent. + The damsel spoke first, for Roland Graeme was overwhelmed with surprise at + the contrarieties which Catherine Seyton seemed to include in her person + and character. + </p> + <p> + “You are surprised,” said the damsel to him, “at what you see and hear—But + the times which make females men, are least of all fitted for men to + become women; yet you yourself are in danger of such a change.” + </p> + <p> + “I in danger of becoming effeminate!” said the page. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you, for all the boldness of your reply,” said the damsel. “When you + should hold fast your religion, because it is assailed on all sides by + rebels, traitors, and heretics, you let it glide out of your breast like + water grasped in the hand. If you are driven from the faith of your + fathers from fear of a traitor, is not that womanish?—If you are + cajoled by the cunning arguments of a trumpeter of heresy, or the praises + of a puritanic old woman, is not that womanish?—If you are bribed by + the hope of spoil and preferment, is not that womanish?—And when you + wonder at my venting a threat or an execration, should you not wonder at + yourself, who, pretending to a gentle name and aspiring to knighthood, can + be at the same time cowardly, silly, and self-interested!” + </p> + <p> + “I would that a man would bring such a charge,” said the page; “he should + see, ere his life was a minute older, whether he had cause to term me + coward or no.” + </p> + <p> + “Beware of such big words,” answered the maiden; “you said but anon that I + sometimes wear hose and doublet.” + </p> + <p> + “But remain still Catharine Seyton, wear what you list,” said the page, + endeavouring again to possess himself of her hand. + </p> + <p> + “You indeed are pleased to call me so,” replied the maiden, evading his + intention, “but I have many other names besides.” + </p> + <p> + “And will you not reply to that,” said the page, “by which you are + distinguished beyond every other maiden in Scotland?” + </p> + <p> + The damsel, unallured by his praises, still kept aloof, and sung with + gaiety a verse from an old ballad, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Oh, some do call me Jack, sweet love, + And some do call me Gill; + But when I ride to Holyrood, + My name is Wilful Will.” + </pre> + <p> + “Wilful Will” exclaimed the page, impatiently; “say rather Will o' the + Wisp—Jack with the Lantern—for never was such a deceitful or + wandering meteor!” + </p> + <p> + “If I be such,” replied the maiden, “I ask no fools to follow me—If + they do so, it is at their own pleasure, and must be on their own proper + peril.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but, dearest Catherine,” said Roland Graeme, “be for one instant + serious.” + </p> + <p> + “If you will call me your dearest Catherine, when I have given you so many + names to choose upon,” replied the damsel, “I would ask you how, supposing + me for two or three hours of my life escaped from yonder tower, you have + the cruelty to ask me to be serious during the only merry moments I have + seen perhaps for months?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but, fair Catherine, there are moments of deep and true feeling, + which are worth ten thousand years of the liveliest mirth; and such was + that of yesterday, when you so nearly—” + </p> + <p> + “So nearly what?” demanded the damsel, hastily. + </p> + <p> + “When you approached your lips so near to the sign you had traced on my + forehead.” + </p> + <p> + “Mother of Heaven!” exclaimed she, in a yet fiercer tone, and with a more + masculine manner than she had yet exhibited,-“Catherine Seyton approach + her lips to a man's brow, and thou that man!—vassal, thou liest!” + </p> + <p> + The page stood astonished; but, conceiving he had alarmed the damsel's + delicacy by alluding to the enthusiasm of a moment, and the manner in + which she had expressed it, he endeavoured to falter forth an apology. His + excuses, though he was unable to give them any regular shape, were + accepted by his companion, who had indeed suppressed her indignation after + its first explosion—“Speak no more on't,” she said. “And now let us + part; our conversation may attract more notice than is convenient for + either of us.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but allow me at least to follow you to some sequestered place.” + </p> + <p> + “You dare not,” replied the maiden. + </p> + <p> + “How,” said the youth, “dare not? where is it you dare go, where I dare + not follow?” + </p> + <p> + “You fear a Will o' the Wisp,” said the damsel; “how would you face a + fiery dragon, with an enchantress mounted on its back?” + </p> + <p> + “Like Sir Eger, Sir Grime, or Sir Greysteil,” said the page; “but be there + such toys to be seen here?” + </p> + <p> + “I go to Mother Nicneven's,” answered the maid; “and she is witch enough + to rein the horned devil, with a red silk thread for a bridle, and a + rowan-tree switch for a whip.” + </p> + <p> + “I will follow you,” said the page. + </p> + <p> + “Let it be at some distance,” said the maiden. + </p> + <p> + And wrapping her mantle round her with more success than on her former + attempt, she mingled with the throng, and walked towards the village, + heedfully followed by Roland Graeme at some distance, and under every + precaution which he could use to prevent his purpose from being observed. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Twenty-Eighth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Yes, it is he whose eyes look'd on thy childhood, + And watch'd with trembling hope thy dawn of youth, + That now, with these same eyeballs dimm'd with age, + And dimmer yet with tears, sees thy dishonour. + OLD PLAY. +</pre> + <p> + At the entrance of the principal, or indeed, so to speak, the only street + in Kinross, the damsel, whose steps were pursued by Roland Graeme, cast a + glance behind her, as if to be certain he had not lost trace of her and + then plunged down a very narrow lane which ran betwixt two rows of poor + and ruinous cottages. She paused for a second at the door of one of those + miserable tenements, again cast her eye up the lane towards Roland, then + lifted the latch, opened the door, and disappeared from his view. + </p> + <p> + With whatever haste the page followed her example, the difficulty which he + found in discovering the trick of the latch, which did not work quite in + the usual manner, and in pushing open the door, which did not yield to his + first effort, delayed for a minute or two his entrance into the cottage. A + dark and smoky passage led, as usual, betwixt the exterior wall of the + house, and the <i>hallan</i>, or clay wall, which served as a partition + betwixt it and the interior. At the end of this passage, and through the + partition, was a door leading into the <i>ben</i>, or inner chamber of the + cottage, and when Roland Graeme's hand was upon the latch of this door, a + female voice pronounced, “<i>Benedictus qui veniat in nomine Domini, + damnandus qui in nomine inimici.</i>” On entering the apartment, he + perceived the figure which the chamberlain had pointed out to him as + Mother Nicneven, seated beside the lowly hearth. But there was no other + person in the room. Roland Graeme gazed around in surprise at the + disappearance of Catherine Seyton, without paying much regard to the + supposed sorceress, until she attracted and riveted his regard by the tone + in which she asked him—“What seekest thou here?” + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0504}.jpg" alt="{0504}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0504}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “I seek,” said the page, with much embarrassment; “I seek—” + </p> + <p> + But his answer was cut short, when the old woman, drawing her huge gray + eyebrows sternly together, with a frown which knitted her brow into a + thousand wrinkles, arose, and erecting herself up to her full natural + size, tore the kerchief from her head, and seizing Roland by the arm, made + two strides across the floor of the apartment to a small window through + which the light fell full on her face, and showed the astonished youth the + countenance of Magdalen Graeme.—“Yes, Roland,” she said, “thine eyes + deceive thee not; they show thee truly the features of her whom thou hast + thyself deceived, whose wine thou hast turned into gall, her bread of + joyfulness into bitter poison, her hope into the blackest despair—it + is she who now demands of thee, what seekest thou here?—She whose + heaviest sin towards Heaven hath been, that she loved thee even better + than the weal of the whole church, and could not without reluctance + surrender thee even in the cause of God—she now asks you, what + seekest thou here?” + </p> + <p> + While she spoke, she kept her broad black eye riveted on the youth's face, + with the expression with which the eagle regards his prey ere he tears it + to pieces. Roland felt himself at the moment incapable either of reply or + evasion. This extraordinary enthusiast had preserved over him in some + measure the ascendency which she had acquired during his childhood; and, + besides, he knew the violence of her passions and her impatience of + contradiction, and was sensible that almost any reply which he could make, + was likely to throw her into an ecstasy of rage. He was therefore silent; + and Magdalen Graeme proceeded with increasing enthusiasm in her apostrophe—“Once + more, what seek'st thou, false boy?—seek'st thou the honour thou + hast renounced, the faith thou hast abandoned, the hopes thou hast + destroyed?—Or didst thou seek me, the sole protectress of thy youth, + the only parent whom thou hast known, that thou mayest trample on my gray + hairs, even as thou hast already trampled on the best wishes of my heart?” + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me, mother,” said Roland Graeme; “but, in truth and reason, I + deserve not your blame. I have been treated amongst you—even by + yourself, my revered parent, as well as by others—as one who lacked + the common attributes of free-will and human reason, or was at least + deemed unfit to exercise them. A land of enchantment have I been led into, + and spells have been cast around me—every one has met me in disguise—every + one has spoken to me in parables—I have been like one who walks in a + weary and bewildering dream; and now you blame me that I have not the + sense, and judgment, and steadiness of a waking, and a disenchanted, and a + reasonable man, who knows what he is doing, and wherefore he does it. If + one must walk with masks and spectres, who waft themselves from place to + place as it were in vision rather than reality, it might shake the + soundest faith and turn the wisest head. I sought, since I must needs avow + my folly, the same Catherine Seyton with whom you made me first + acquainted, and whom I most strangely find in this village of Kinross, + gayest among the revellers, when I had but just left her in the + well-guarded castle of Lochleven, the sad attendant of an imprisoned + Queen-I sought her, and in her place I find you, my mother, more strangely + disguised than even she is.” + </p> + <p> + “And what hadst thou to do with Catherine Seyton?” said the matron, + sternly; “is this a time or a world to follow maidens, or to dance around + a Maypole? When the trumpet summons every true-hearted Scotsman around the + standard of the true sovereign, shalt thou be found loitering in a lady's + bower?” + </p> + <p> + “No, by Heaven, nor imprisoned in the rugged walls of an island castle!” + answered Roland Graeme: “I would the blast were to sound even now, for I + fear that nothing less loud will dispel the chimerical visions by which I + am surrounded.” + </p> + <p> + “Doubt not that it will be winded,” said the matron, “and that so + fearfully loud, that Scotland will never hear the like until the last and + loudest blast of all shall announce to mountain and to valley that time is + no more. Meanwhile, be thou but brave and constant—Serve God and + honour thy sovereign—Abide by thy religion—I cannot—I + will not—I dare not ask thee the truth of the terrible surmises I + have heard touching thy falling away—perfect not that accursed + sacrifice—and yet, even at this late hour, thou mayest be what I + have hoped for the son of my dearest hope—what say I? the son of <i>my</i> + hope—thou shalt be the hope of Scotland, her boast and her honour!—Even + thy wildest and most foolish wishes may perchance be fulfilled—I + might blush to mingle meaner motives with the noble guerdon I hold out to + thee—It shames me, being such as I am, to mention the idle passions + of youth, save with contempt and the purpose of censure. But we must bribe + children to wholesome medicine by the offer of cates, and youth to + honourable achievement with the promise of pleasure. Mark me, therefore, + Roland. The love of Catherine Seyton will follow him only who shall + achieve the freedom of her mistress; and believe, it may be one day in + thine own power to be that happy lover. Cast, therefore, away doubt and + fear, and prepare to do what religion calls for, what thy country demands + of thee, what thy duty as a subject and as a servant alike require at your + hand; and be assured, even the idlest or wildest wishes of thy heart will + be most readily attained by following the call of thy duty.” + </p> + <p> + As she ceased speaking, a double knock was heard against the inner door. + The matron hastily adjusting her muffler, and resuming her chair by the + hearth, demanded who was there. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Salve in nomine sancto</i>,” was answered from without. + </p> + <p> + “<i>Salvete et vos</i>,” answered Magdalen Graeme. + </p> + <p> + And a man entered in the ordinary dress of a nobleman's retainer, wearing + at his girdle a sword and buckler—“I sought you,” said he, “my + mother, and him whom I see with you.” Then addressing himself to Roland + Graeme, he said to him, “Hast thou not a packet from George Douglas?” + </p> + <p> + “I have,” said the page, suddenly recollecting that which had been + committed to his charge in the morning, “but I may not deliver it to any + one without some token that they have a right to ask it.” + </p> + <p> + “You say well,” replied the serving-man, and whispered into his ear, “The + packet which I ask is the report to his father—will this token + suffice?” + </p> + <p> + “It will,” replied the page, and taking the packet from his bosom, gave it + to the man. + </p> + <p> + “I will return presently,” said the serving-man, and left the cottage. + </p> + <p> + Roland had now sufficiently recovered his surprise to accost his relative + in turn, and request to know the reason why he found her in so precarious + a disguise, and a place so dangerous—“You cannot be ignorant,” he + said, “of the hatred that the Lady of Lochleven bears to those of your—that + is of our religion—your present disguise lays you open to suspicion + of a different kind, but inferring no less hazard; and whether as a + Catholic, or as a sorceress, or as a friend to the unfortunate Queen, you + are in equal danger, if apprehended within the bounds of the Douglas; and + in the chamberlain who administers their authority, you have, for his own + reasons, an enemy, and a bitter one.” + </p> + <p> + “I know it,” said the matron, her eyes kindling with triumph; “I know + that, vain of his school-craft, and carnal wisdom, Luke Lundin views with + jealousy and hatred the blessings which the saints have conferred on my + prayers, and on the holy relics, before the touch, nay, before the bare + presence of which, disease and death have so often been known to retreat.—I + know he would rend and tear me; but there is a chain and a muzzle on the + ban dog that shall restrain his fury, and the Master's servant shall not + be offended by him until the Master's work is wrought. When that hour + comes, let the shadows of the evening descend on me in thunder and in + tempest; the time shall be welcome that relieves my eyes from seeing + guilt, and my ears from listening to blasphemy. Do thou but be constant—play + thy part as I have played and will play mine, and my release shall be like + that of a blessed martyr whose ascent to heaven angels hail with psalm and + song, while earth pursues him with hiss and with execration.” + </p> + <p> + As she concluded, the serving-man again entered the cottage, and said, + “All is well! the time holds for to-morrow night.” + </p> + <p> + “What time? what holds?” exclaimed Roland Graeme; “I trust I have given + the Douglas's packet to no wrong—” + </p> + <p> + “Content yourself, young man,” answered the serving-man; “thou hast my + word and token.” + </p> + <p> + “I know not if the token be right,” said the page; “and I care not much + for the word of a stranger.” + </p> + <p> + “What,” said the matron, “although thou mayest have given a packet + delivered to thy charge by one of the Queen's rebels into the hand of a + loyal subject—there were no great mistake in that, thou hot-brained + boy!” + </p> + <p> + “By Saint Andrew, there were foul mistake, though,” answered the page; “it + is the very spirit of my duty, in this first stage of chivalry, to be + faithful to my trust; and had the devil given me a message to discharge, I + would not (so I had plighted my faith to the contrary) betray his counsel + to an angel of light.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, by the love I once bore thee,” said the matron, “I could slay thee + with mine own hand, when I hear thee talk of a dearer faith being due to + rebels and heretics, than thou owest to thy church and thy prince!” + </p> + <p> + “Be patient, my good sister,” said the serving-man; “I will give him such + reasons as shall counterbalance the scruples which beset him—-the + spirit is honourable, though now it may be mistimed and misplaced.—Follow + me, young man.” + </p> + <p> + “Ere I go to call this stranger to a reckoning,” said the page to the + matron, “is there nothing I can do for your comfort and safety?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing,” she replied, “nothing, save what will lead more to thine own + honour;—the saints who have protected me thus far, will lend me + succour as I need it. Tread the path of glory that is before thee, and + only think of me as the creature on earth who will be most delighted to + hear of thy fame.—Follow the stranger—he hath tidings for you + that you little expect.” + </p> + <p> + The stranger remained on the threshold as if waiting for Roland, and as + soon as he saw him put himself in motion, he moved on before at a quick + pace. Diving still deeper down the lane, Roland perceived that it was now + bordered by buildings upon the one side only, and that the other was + fenced by a high old wall, over which some trees extended their branches. + Descending a good way farther, they came to a small door in the wall. + Roland's guide paused, looked around an instant to see if any one were + within sight, then taking a key from his pocket, opened the door and + entered, making a sign to Roland Graeme to follow him. He did so, and the + stranger locked the door carefully on the inside. During this operation + the page had a moment to look around, and perceived that he was in a small + orchard very trimly kept. + </p> + <p> + The stranger led him through an alley or two, shaded by trees loaded with + summer-fruit, into a pleached arbour, where, taking the turf-seat which + was on the one side, he motioned to Roland to occupy that which was + opposite to him, and, after a momentary silence, opened the conversation + as follows: “You have asked a better warrant than the word of a mere + stranger, to satisfy you that I have the authority of George of Douglas + for possessing myself of the packet intrusted to your charge.” + </p> + <p> + “It is precisely the point on which I demand reckoning of you,” said + Roland. “I fear I have acted hastily; if so, I must redeem my error as I + best may.” + </p> + <p> + “You hold me then as a perfect stranger?” said the man. “Look at my face + more attentively, and see if the features do not resemble those of a man + much known to you formerly.” + </p> + <p> + Roland gazed attentively; but the ideas recalled to his mind were so + inconsistent with the mean and servile dress of the person before him, + that he did not venture to express the opinion which he was irresistibly + induced to form. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my son,” said the stranger, observing his embarrassment, “you do + indeed see before you the unfortunate Father Ambrosius, who once accounted + his ministry crowned in your preservation from the snares of heresy, but + who is now condemned to lament thee as a castaway!” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme's kindness of heart was at least equal to his vivacity of + temper—he could not bear to see his ancient and honoured master and + spiritual guide in a situation which inferred a change of fortune so + melancholy, but throwing himself at his feet, grasped his knees and wept + aloud. + </p> + <p> + “What mean these tears, my son?” said the Abbot; “if they are shed for + your own sins and follies, surely they are gracious showers, and may avail + thee much—but weep not, if they fall on my account. You indeed see + the Superior of the community of Saint Mary's in the dress of a poor + sworder, who gives his master the use of his blade and buckler, and, if + needful, of his life, for a coarse livery coat and four marks by the year. + But such a garb suits the time, and, in the period of the church militant, + as well becomes her prelates, as staff, mitre, and crosier, in the days of + the church's triumph.” + </p> + <p> + “By what fate,” said the page—“and yet why,” added he, checking + himself, “need I ask? Catherine Seyton in some sort prepared me for this. + But that the change should be so absolute—the destruction so + complete!”— + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my son,” said the Abbot Ambrosius, “thine own eyes beheld, in my + unworthy elevation to the Abbot's stall, the last especial act of holy + solemnity which shall be seen in the church of Saint Mary's, until it + shall please Heaven to turn back the captivity of the church. For the + present, the shepherd is smitten—ay, well-nigh to the earth—the + flock are scattered, and the shrines of saints and martyrs, and pious + benefactors to the church, are given to the owls of night, and the satyrs + of the desert.” + </p> + <p> + “And your brother, the Knight of Avenel—could he do nothing for your + protection?” + </p> + <p> + “He himself hath fallen under the suspicion of the ruling powers,” said + the Abbot, “who are as unjust to their friends as they are cruel to their + enemies. I could not grieve at it, did I hope it might estrange him from + his cause; but I know the soul of Halbert, and I rather fear it will drive + him to prove his fidelity to their unhappy cause, by some deed which may + be yet more destructive to the church, and more offensive to Heaven. + Enough of this; and now to the business of our meeting.—I trust you + will hold it sufficient if I pass my word to you that the packet of which + you were lately the bearer, was designed for my hands by George of + Douglas?” + </p> + <p> + “Then,” said the page, “is George of Douglas——” + </p> + <p> + “A true friend to his Queen, Roland; and will soon, I trust, have his eyes + opened to the errors of his (miscalled) church.” + </p> + <p> + “But what is he to his father, and what to the Lady of Lochleven, who has + been as a mother to him?” said the page impatiently. + </p> + <p> + “The best friend to both, in time and through eternity,” said the Abbot, + “if he shall prove the happy instrument for redeeming the evil they have + wrought, and are still working.” + </p> + <p> + “Still,” said the page, “I like not that good service which begins in + breach of trust.” + </p> + <p> + “I blame not thy scruples, my son,” said the Abbot; “but the time which + has wrenched asunder the allegiance of Christians to the church, and of + subjects to their king, has dissolved all the lesser bonds of society; + and, in such days, mere human ties must no more restrain our progress, + than the brambles and briers which catch hold of his garments, should + delay the path of a pilgrim who travels to pay his vows.” + </p> + <p> + “But, my father,”—said the youth, and then stopt short in a + hesitating manner. + </p> + <p> + “Speak on, my son,” said the Abbot; “speak without fear.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me not offend you then,” said Roland, “when I say, that it is even + this which our adversaries charge against us; when they say that, shaping + the means according to the end, we are willing to commit great moral evil + in order that we may work out eventual good.” + </p> + <p> + “The heretics have played their usual arts on you, my son,” said the + Abbot; “they would willingly deprive us of the power of acting wisely and + secretly, though their possession of superior force forbids our contending + with them on terms of equality. They have reduced us to a state of + exhausted weakness, and now would fain proscribe the means by which + weakness, through all the range of nature, supplies the lack of strength + and defends itself against its potent enemies. As well might the hound say + to the hare, use not these wily turns to escape me, but contend with me in + pitched battle, as the armed and powerful heretic demand of the + down-trodden and oppressed Catholic to lay aside the wisdom of the + serpent, by which alone they may again hope to raise up the Jerusalem over + which they weep, and which it is their duty to rebuild—But more of + this hereafter. And now, my son, I command thee on thy faith to tell me + truly and particularly what has chanced to thee since we parted, and what + is the present state of thy conscience. Thy relation, our sister Magdalen, + is a woman of excellent gifts, blessed with a zeal which neither doubt nor + danger can quench; but yet it is not a zeal altogether according to + knowledge; wherefore, my son, I would willingly be myself thy + interrogator, and thy counsellor, in these days of darkness and + stratagem.” + </p> + <p> + With the respect which he owed to his first instructor, Roland Graeme went + rapidly through the events which the reader is acquainted with; and while + he disguised not from the prelate the impression which had been made on + his mind by the arguments of the preacher Henderson, he accidentally and + almost involuntarily gave his Father Confessor to understand the influence + which Catherine Seyton had acquired over his mind. + </p> + <p> + “It is with joy I discover, my dearest son,” replied the Abbot, “that I + have arrived in time to arrest thee on the verge of the precipice to which + thou wert approaching. These doubts of which you complain, are the weeds + which naturally grow up in a strong soil, and require the careful hand of + the husbandman to eradicate them. Thou must study a little volume, which I + will impart to thee in fitting time, in which, by Our Lady's grace, I have + placed in somewhat a clearer light than heretofore, the points debated + betwixt us and these heretics, who sow among the wheat the same tares + which were formerly privily mingled with the good seed by the Albigenses + and the Lollards. But it is not by reason alone that you must hope to + conquer these insinuations of the enemy: It is sometimes by timely + resistance, but oftener by timely flight. You must shut your ears against + the arguments of the heresiarch, when circumstances permit you not to + withdraw the foot from his company. Anchor your thoughts upon the service + of Our Lady, while he is expending in vain his heretical sophistry. Are + you unable to maintain your attention on heavenly objects—think + rather on thine own earthly pleasures, than tempt Providence and the + Saints by giving an attentive ear to the erring doctrine—think of + thy hawk, thy hound, thine angling rod, thy sword and buckler—think + even of Catherine Seyton, rather than give thy soul to the lessons of the + tempter. Alas! my son, believe not that, worn out with woes, and bent more + by affliction than by years, I have forgotten the effect of beauty over + the heart of youth. Even in the watches of the night, broken by thoughts + of an imprisoned Queen, a distracted kingdom, a church laid waste and + ruinous, come other thoughts than these suggest, and feelings which + belonged to an earlier and happier course of life. Be it so—we must + bear our load as we may: and not in vain are these passions implanted in + our breast, since, as now in thy case, they may come in aid of resolutions + founded upon higher grounds. Yet beware, my son—this Catherine + Seyton is the daughter of one of Scotland's proudest, as well as most + worthy barons; and thy state may not suffer thee, as yet, to aspire so + high. But thus it is—Heaven works its purposes through human folly; + and Douglas's ambitious affection, as well as thine, shall contribute + alike to the desired end.” + </p> + <p> + “How, my father,” said the page, “my suspicions are then true!—Douglas + loves——” + </p> + <p> + “He does; and with a love as much misplaced as thine own; but beware of + him—cross him not—thwart him not.” + </p> + <p> + “Let him not cross or thwart me,” said the page; “for I will not yield him + an inch of way, had he in his body the soul of every Douglas that has + lived since the time of the Dark Gray Man.” [Footnote: By an ancient, + though improbable tradition, the Douglasses are said to have derived their + name from a champion who had greatly distinguished himself in an action. + When the king demanded by whom the battle had been won, the attendants are + said to have answered, “Sholto Douglas, sir;” which is said to mean, + “Yonder dark gray man.” But the name is undoubtedly territorial, and taken + from Douglas river and vale.] + </p> + <p> + “Nay, have patience, idle boy, and reflect that your suit can never + interfere with his.—But a truce with these vanities, and let us + better employ the little space which still remains to us to spend + together. To thy knees, my son, and resume the long-interrupted duty of + confession, that, happen what may, the hour may find in thee a faithful + Catholic, relieved from the guilt of his sins by authority of the Holy + Church. Could I but tell thee, Roland, the joy with which I see thee once + more put thy knee to its best and fittest use! <i>Quid dicis, mi fili?</i>” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Culpas meas</i>” answered the youth; and according to the ritual of + the Catholic Church, he confessed and received absolution, to which was + annexed the condition of performing certain enjoined penances. + </p> + <p> + When this religious ceremony was ended, an old man, in the dress of a + peasant of the better order, approached the arbour, and greeted the Abbot.—“I + have waited the conclusion of your devotions,” he said, “to tell you the + youth is sought after by the chamberlain, and it were well he should + appear without delay. Holy Saint Francis, if the halberdiers were to seek + him here, they might sorely wrong my garden-plot—they are in office, + and reck not where they tread, were each step on jessamine and + clovegilly-flowers.” + </p> + <p> + “We will speed him forth, my brother,” said the Abbot; “but alas! is it + possible that such trifles should live in your mind at a crisis so awful + as that which is now impending?” + </p> + <p> + “Reverend father,” answered the proprietor of the garden, for such he was, + “how oft shall I pray you to keep your high counsel for high minds like + your own? What have you required of me, that I have not granted + unresistingly, though with an aching heart?” + </p> + <p> + “I would require of you to be yourself, my brother,” said the Abbot + Ambrosius; “to remember what you were, and to what your early vows have + bound you.” + </p> + <p> + “I tell thee, Father Ambrosius,” replied the gardener, “the patience of + the best saint that ever said pater-noster, would be exhausted by the + trials to which you have put mine—What I have been, it skills not to + speak at present-no one knows better than yourself, father, what I + renounced, in hopes to find ease and quiet during the remainder of my days—and + no one better knows how my retreat has been invaded, my fruit-trees + broken, my flower-beds trodden down, my quiet frightened away, and my very + sleep driven from my bed, since ever this poor Queen, God bless her, hath + been sent to Lochleven.—I blame her not; being a prisoner, it is + natural she should wish to get out from so vile a hold, where there is + scarcely any place even for a tolerable garden, and where the water-mists, + as I am told, blight all the early blossoms—I say, I cannot blame + her for endeavouring for her freedom; but why I should be drawn into the + scheme—why my harmless arbours, that I planted with my own hands, + should become places of privy conspiracy-why my little quay, which I built + for my own fishing boat, should have become a haven for secret + embarkations—in short, why I should be dragged into matters where + both heading and hanging are like to be the issue, I profess to you, + reverend father, I am totally ignorant.” + </p> + <p> + “My brother,” answered the Abbot, “you are wise, and ought to know—” + </p> + <p> + “I am not—I am not—I am not wise,” replied the horticulturist, + pettishly, and stopping his ears with his fingers—“I was never + called wise but when men wanted to engage me in some action of notorious + folly.” + </p> + <p> + “But, my good brother,” said the Abbot— + </p> + <p> + “I am not good neither,” said the peevish gardener; “I am neither good nor + wise—Had I been wise, you would not have been admitted here; and + were I good, methinks I should send you elsewhere to hatch plots for + destroying the quiet of the country. What signifies disputing about queen + or king,—when men may sit at peace—<i>sub umbra vitis sui?</i> + and so would I do, after the precept of Holy Writ, were I, as you term me, + wise or good. But such as I am, my neck is in the yoke, and you make me + draw what weight you list.—Follow me, youngster. This reverend + father, who makes in his jackman's dress nearly as reverend a figure as I + myself, will agree with me in one thing at least, and that is, that you + have been long enough here.” + </p> + <p> + “Follow the good father, Roland,” said the Abbot, “and remember my words—a + day is approaching that will try the temper of all true Scotsmen—may + thy heart prove faithful as the steel of thy blade!” + </p> + <p> + The page bowed in silence, and they parted; the gardener, notwithstanding + his advanced age, walking on before him very briskly, and muttering as he + went, partly to himself, partly to his companion, after the manner of old + men of weakened intellects—“When I was great,” thus ran his + maundering, “and had my mule and my ambling palfrey at command, I warrant + you I could have as well flown through the air as have walked at this + pace. I had my gout and my rheumatics, and an hundred things besides, that + hung fetters on my heels; and, now, thanks to Our Lady, and honest labour, + I can walk with any good man of my age in the kingdom of Fife—Fy + upon it, that experience should be so long in coming!” + </p> + <p> + As he was thus muttering, his eye fell upon the branch of a pear-tree + which drooped down for want of support, and at once forgetting his haste, + the old man stopped and set seriously about binding it up. Roland Graeme + had both readiness, neatness of hand, and good nature in abundance; he + immediately lent his aid, and in a minute or two the bough was supported, + and tied up in a way perfectly satisfactory to the old man, who looked at + it with great complaisance. “They are bergamots,” he said, “and if you + will come ashore in autumn, you shall taste of them—the like are not + in Lochleven Castle—the garden there is a poor pin-fold, and the + gardener, Hugh Houkham, hath little skill of his craft—so come + ashore, Master Page, in autumn, when you would eat pears. But what am I + thinking of—ere that time come, they may have given thee sour pears + for plums. Take an old man's advice, youth, one who hath seen many days, + and sat in higher places than thou canst hope for—bend thy sword + into a pruning-hook, and make a dibble of thy dagger—thy days shall + be the longer, and thy health the better for it,—and come to aid me + in my garden, and I will teach thee the real French fashion of <i>imping</i>, + which the Southron call graffing. Do this, and do it without loss of time, + for there is a whirlwind coming over the land, and only those shall escape + who lie too much beneath the storm to have their boughs broken by it.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he dismissed Roland Graeme, through a different door from that + by which he had entered, signed a cross, and pronounced a benedicite as + they parted, and then, still muttering to himself, retired into the + garden, and locked the door on the inside. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Twenty-Ninth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Pray God she prove not masculine ere long! + KING HENRY VI. +</pre> + <p> + Dismissed from the old man's garden, Roland Graeme found that a grassy + paddock, in which sauntered two cows, the property of the gardener, still + separated him from the village. He paced through it, lost in meditation + upon the words of the Abbot. Father Ambrosius had, with success enough, + exerted over him that powerful influence which the guardians and + instructors of our childhood possess over our more mature youth. And yet, + when Roland looked back upon what the father had said, he could not but + suspect that he had rather sought to evade entering into the controversy + betwixt the churches, than to repel the objections and satisfy the doubts + which the lectures of Henderson had excited. “For this he had no time,” + said the page to himself, “neither have I now calmness and learning + sufficient to judge upon points of such magnitude. Besides, it were base + to quit my faith while the wind of fortune sets against it, unless I were + so placed, that my conversion, should it take place, were free as light + from the imputation of self-interest. I was bred a Catholic—bred in + the faith of Bruce and Wallace—I will hold that faith till time and + reason shall convince me that it errs. I will serve this poor Queen as a + subject should serve an imprisoned and wronged sovereign—they who + placed me in her service have to blame themselves—who sent me + hither, a gentleman trained in the paths of loyalty and honour, when they + should have sought out some truckling, cogging, double-dealing knave, who + would have been at once the observant page of the Queen, and the + obsequious spy of her enemies. Since I must choose betwixt aiding and + betraying her, I will decide as becomes her servant and her subject; but + Catherine Seyton—Catherine Seyton, beloved by Douglas and holding me + on or off as the intervals of her leisure or caprice will permit—how + shall I deal with the coquette?—By heaven, when I next have an + opportunity, she shall render me some reason for her conduct, or I will + break with her for ever!” + </p> + <p> + As he formed this doughty resolution, he crossed the stile which led out + of the little enclosure, and was almost immediately greeted by Dr. Luke + Lundin. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! my most excellent young friend,” said the Doctor, “from whence come + you?—but I note the place.—Yes, neighbour Blinkhoolie's garden + is a pleasant rendezvous, and you are of the age when lads look after a + bonny lass with one eye, and a dainty plum with another. But hey! you look + subtriste and melancholic—I fear the maiden has proved cruel, or the + plums unripe; and surely I think neighbour Blinkhoolie's damsons can + scarcely have been well preserved throughout the winter—he spares + the saccharine juice on his confects. But courage, man, there are more + Kates in Kinross; and for the immature fruit, a glass of my double + distilled <i>aqua mirabilis—probatum est</i>.” + </p> + <p> + The page darted an ireful glance at the facetious physician; but presently + recollecting that the name Kate, which had provoked his displeasure, was + probably but introduced for the sake of alliteration, he suppressed his + wrath, and only asked if the wains had been heard of? + </p> + <p> + “Why, I have been seeking for you this hour, to tell you that the stuff is + in your boat, and that the boat waits your pleasure. Auchtermuchty had + only fallen into company with an idle knave like himself, and a stoup of + aquavitae between them. Your boatmen lie on their oars, and there have + already been made two wefts from the warder's turret to intimate that + those in the castle are impatient for your return. Yet there is time for + you to take a slight repast; and, as your friend and physician, I hold it + unfit you should face the water-breeze with an empty stomach.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme had nothing for it but to return, with such cheer as he + might, to the place where his boat was moored on the beach, and resisted + all offer of refreshment, although the Doctor promised that he should + prelude the collation with a gentle appetizer—a decoction of herbs, + gathered and distilled by himself. Indeed, as Roland had not forgotten the + contents of his morning cup, it is possible that the recollection induced + him to stand firm in his refusal of all food, to which such an unpalatable + preface was the preliminary. As they passed towards the boat, (for the + ceremonious politeness of the worthy Chamberlain would not permit the page + to go thither without attendance,) Roland Graeme, amidst a group who + seemed to be assembled around a party of wandering musicians, + distinguished, as he thought, the dress of Catherine Seyton. He shook + himself clear from his attendant, and at one spring was in the midst of + the crowd, and at the side of the damsel. “Catherine,” he whispered, “is + it well for you to be still here?—will you not return to the + castle?” + </p> + <p> + “To the devil with your Catherines and your castles!” answered the maiden, + snappishly; “have you not had time enough already to get rid of your + follies? Begone! I desire not your farther company, and there will be + danger in thrusting it upon me.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay—but if there be danger, fairest Catherine,” replied Roland; + “why will you not allow me to stay and share it with you?” + </p> + <p> + “Intruding fool,” said the maiden, “the danger is all on thine own side—the + risk in, in plain terms, that I strike thee on the mouth with the hilt of + my dagger.” So saying, she turned haughtily from him, and moved through + the crowd, who gave way in some astonishment at the masculine activity + with which she forced her way among them. + </p> + <p> + As Roland, though much irritated, prepared to follow, he was grappled on + the other side by Doctor Luke Lundin, who reminded him of the loaded boat, + of the two wefts, or signals with the flag, which had been made from the + tower, of the danger of the cold breeze to an empty stomach, and of the + vanity of spending more time upon coy wenches and sour plums. Roland was + thus, in a manner, dragged back to his boat, and obliged to launch her + forth upon his return to Lochleven Castle. + </p> + <p> + That little voyage was speedily accomplished, and the page was greeted at + the landing-place by the severe and caustic welcome of old Dryfesdale. + “So, young gallant, you are come at last, after a delay of six hours, and + after two signals from the castle? But, I warrant, some idle junketing + hath occupied you too deeply to think of your service or your duty. Where + is the note of the plate and household stuff?—Pray Heaven it hath + not been diminished under the sleeveless care of so young a gad-about!” + </p> + <p> + “Diminished under my care, Sir Steward!” retorted the page angrily; “say + so in earnest, and by Heaven your gray hair shall hardly protect your + saucy tongue!” + </p> + <p> + “A truce with your swaggering, young esquire,” returned the steward; “we + have bolts and dungeons for brawlers. Go to my lady, and swagger before + her, if thou darest—she will give thee proper cause of offence, for + she has waited for thee long and impatiently.” + </p> + <p> + “And where then is the Lady of Lochleven?” said the page; “for I conceive + it is of her thou speakest.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay—of whom else?” replied Dryfesdale; “or who besides the Lady of + Lochleven hath a right to command in this castle?” + </p> + <p> + “The Lady of Lochleven is thy mistress,” said Roland Graeme; “but mine is + the Queen of Scotland.” + </p> + <p> + The steward looked at him fixedly for a moment, with an air in which + suspicion and dislike were ill concealed by an affectation of contempt. + “The bragging cock-chicken,” he said, “will betray himself by his rash + crowing. I have marked thy altered manner in the chapel of late—ay, + and your changing of glances at meal-time with a certain idle damsel, who, + like thyself, laughs at all gravity and goodness. There is something about + you, my master, which should be looked to. But, if you would know whether + the Lady of Lochleven, or that other lady, hath a right to command thy + service, thou wilt find them together in the Lady Mary's ante-room.” + </p> + <p> + Roland hastened thither, not unwilling to escape from the ill-natured + penetration of the old man, and marvelling at the same time what + peculiarity could have occasioned the Lady of Lochleven's being in the + Queen's apartment at this time of the afternoon, so much contrary to her + usual wont. His acuteness instantly penetrated the meaning. “She wishes,” + he concluded, “to see the meeting betwixt the Queen and me on my return, + that she may form a guess whether there is any private intelligence or + understanding betwixt us—I must be guarded.” + </p> + <p> + With this resolution he entered the parlour, where the Queen, seated in + her chair, with the Lady Fleming leaning upon the back of it, had already + kept the Lady of Lochleven standing in her presence for the space of + nearly an hour, to the manifest increase of her very visible bad humour. + Roland Graeme, on entering the apartment, made a deep obeisance to the + Queen, and another to the Lady, and then stood still as if to await their + farther question. Speaking almost together, the Lady Lochleven said, “So, + young man, you are returned at length?” + </p> + <p> + And then stopped indignantly short, while the Queen went on without + regarding her—“Roland, you are welcome home to us—you have + proved the true dove and not the raven—Yet I am sure I could have + forgiven you, if, once dismissed, from this water-circled ark of ours, you + had never again returned to us. I trust you have brought back an + olive-branch, for our kind and worthy hostess has chafed herself much on + account of your long absence, and we never needed more some symbol of + peace and reconciliation.” + </p> + <p> + “I grieve I should have been detained, madam,” answered the page; “but + from the delay of the person intrusted with the matters for which I was + sent, I did not receive them till late in the day.” + </p> + <p> + “See you there now,” said the Queen to the Lady Lochleven; “we could not + persuade you, our dearest hostess, that your household goods were in all + safe keeping and surety. True it is, that we can excuse your anxiety, + considering that these august apartments are so scantily furnished, that + we have not been able to offer you even the relief of a stool during the + long time you have afforded us the pleasure of your society.” + </p> + <p> + “The will, madam,” said the lady, “the will to offer such accommodation + was more wanting than the means.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” said the Queen, looking round, and affecting surprise, “there are + then stools in this apartment—one, two—no less than four, + including the broken one—a royal garniture!—We observed them + not—will it please your ladyship to sit?” + </p> + <p> + “No, madam, I will soon relieve you of my presence,” replied the Lady + Lochleven; “and while with you, my aged limbs can still better brook + fatigue, than my mind stoop to accept of constrained courtesy.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, Lady of Lochleven, if you take it so deeply,” said the Queen, rising + and motioning to her own vacant chair, “I would rather you assumed my seat—you + are not the first of your family who has done so.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady of Lochleven curtsied a negative, but seemed with much difficulty + to suppress the angry answer which rose to her lips. + </p> + <p> + During this sharp conversation, the page's attention had been almost + entirely occupied by the entrance of Catherine Seyton, who came from the + inner apartment, in the usual dress in which she attended upon the Queen, + and with nothing in her manner which marked either the hurry or confusion + incident to a hasty change of disguise, or the conscious fear of detection + in a perilous enterprise. Roland Graeme ventured to make her an obeisance + as she entered, but she returned it with an air of the utmost + indifference, which, in his opinion, was extremely inconsistent with the + circumstances in which they stood towards each other.—“Surely,” he + thought, “she cannot in reason expect to bully me out of the belief due to + mine own eyes, as she tried to do concerning the apparition in the + hostelry of Saint Michael's—I will try if I cannot make her feel + that this will be but a vain task, and that confidence in me is the wiser + and safer course to pursue.” + </p> + <p> + These thoughts had passed rapidly through his mind, when the Queen, having + finished her altercation with the Lady of the castle, again addressed him—“What + of the revels at Kinross, Roland Graeme? Methought they were gay, if I may + judge from some faint sounds of mirth and distant music, which found their + way so far as these grated windows, and died when they entered them, as + all that is mirthful must—But thou lookest as sad as if thou hadst + come from a conventicle of the Huguenots!” + </p> + <p> + “And so perchance he hath, madam,” replied the Lady of Lochleven, at whom + this side-shaft was lanched. “I trust, amid yonder idle fooleries, there + wanted not some pouring forth of doctrine to a better purpose than that + vain mirth, which, blazing and vanishing like the crackling of dry thorns, + leaves to the fools who love it nothing but dust and ashes.” + </p> + <p> + “Mary Fleming,” said the Queen, turning round and drawing her mantle about + her, “I would that we had the chimney-grate supplied with a fagot or two + of these same thorns which the Lady of Lochleven describes so well. + Methinks the damp air from the lake, which stagnates in these vaulted + rooms, renders them deadly cold.” + </p> + <p> + “Your Grace's pleasure shall be obeyed,” said the Lady of Lochleven; “yet + may I presume to remind you that we are now in summer?” + </p> + <p> + “I thank you for the information, my good lady,” said the Queen; “for + prisoners better learn their calender from the mouth of their jailor, than + from any change they themselves feel in the seasons.—Once more, + Roland Graeme, what of the revels?” + </p> + <p> + “They were gay, madam,” said the page, “but of the usual sort, and little + worth your Highness's ear.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you know not,” said the Queen, “how very indulgent my ear has become + to all that speaks of freedom and the pleasures of the free. Methinks I + would rather have seen the gay villagers dance their ring round the + Maypole, than have witnessed the most stately masques within the precincts + of a palace. The absence of stone-wall—the sense that the green turf + is under the foot which may tread it free and unrestrained, is worth all + that art or splendour can add to more courtly revels.” + </p> + <p> + “I trust,” said the Lady Lochleven, addressing the page in her turn, + “there were amongst these follies none of the riots or disturbances to + which they so naturally lead?” + </p> + <p> + Roland gave a slight glance to Catherine Seyton, as if to bespeak her + attention, as he replied,—“I witnessed no offence, madam, worthy of + marking—none indeed of any kind, save that a bold damsel made her + hand somewhat too familiar with the cheek of a player-man, and ran some + hazard of being ducked in the lake.” + </p> + <p> + As he uttered these words he cast a hasty glance at Catherine; but she + sustained, with the utmost serenity of manner and countenance, the hint + which he had deemed could not have been thrown out before her without + exciting some fear and confusion. + </p> + <p> + “I will cumber your Grace no longer with my presence,” said the Lady + Lochleven, “unless you have aught to command me.” + </p> + <p> + “Nought, our good hostess,” answered the Queen, “unless it be to pray you, + that on another occasion you deem it not needful to postpone your better + employment to wait so long upon us.” + </p> + <p> + “May it please you,” added the Lady Lochleven, “to command this your + gentleman to attend us, that I may receive some account of these matters + which have been sent hither for your Grace's use?” + </p> + <p> + “We may not refuse what you are pleased to require, madam,” answered the + Queen. “Go with the lady, Roland, if our commands be indeed necessary to + thy doing so. We will hear to-morrow the history of thy Kinross pleasures. + For this night we dismiss thy attendance.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme went with the Lady of Lochleven, who failed not to ask him + many questions concerning what had passed at the sports, to which he + rendered such answers as were most likely to lull asleep any suspicions + which she might entertain of his disposition to favour Queen Mary, taking + especial care to avoid all allusion to the apparition of Magdalen Graeme, + and of the Abbot Ambrosius. At length, after undergoing a long and + somewhat close examination, he was dismissed with such expressions, as, + coming from the reserved and stern Lady of Lochleven, might seem to + express a degree of favour and countenance. + </p> + <p> + His first care was to obtain some refreshment, which was more cheerfully + afforded him by a good-natured pantler than by Dryfesdale, who was, on + this occasion, much disposed to abide by the fashion of Pudding-burn + House, where + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + They who came not the first call. + Gat no more meat till the next meal. +</pre> + <p> + When Roland Graeme had finished his repast, having his dismissal from the + Queen for the evening, and being little inclined for such society as the + castle afforded, he stole into the garden, in which he had permission to + spend his leisure time, when it pleased him. In this place, the ingenuity + of the contriver and disposer of the walks had exerted itself to make the + most of little space, and by screens, both of stone ornamented with rude + sculpture, and hedges of living green, had endeavoured to give as much + intricacy and variety as the confined limits of the garden would admit. + </p> + <p> + Here the young man walked sadly, considering the events of the day, and + comparing what had dropped from the Abbot with what he had himself noticed + of the demeanour of George Douglas. “It must be so,” was the painful but + inevitable conclusion at which he arrived. “It must be by his aid that she + is thus enabled, like a phantom, to transport herself from place to place, + and to appear at pleasure on the mainland or on the islet.—It must + be so,” he repeated once more; “with him she holds a close, secret, and + intimate correspondence, altogether inconsistent with the eye of favour + which she has sometimes cast upon me, and destructive to the hopes which + she must have known these glances have necessarily inspired.” And yet (for + love will hope where reason despairs) the thought rushed on his mind, that + it was possible she only encouraged Douglas's passion so far as might + serve her mistress's interest, and that she was of too frank, noble, and + candid a nature, to hold out to himself hopes which she meant not to + fulfil. Lost in these various conjectures, he seated himself upon a bank + of turf which commanded a view of the lake on the one side, and on the + other of that front of the castle along which the Queen's apartments were + situated. + </p> + <p> + The sun had now for some time set, and the twilight of May was rapidly + fading into a serene night. On the lake, the expanded water rose and fell, + with the slightest and softest influence of a southern breeze, which + scarcely dimpled the surface over which it passed. In the distance was + still seen the dim outline of the island of Saint Serf, once visited by + many a sandalled pilgrim, as the blessed spot trodden by a man of God—now + neglected or violated, as the refuge of lazy priests, who had with justice + been compelled to give place to the sheep and the heifers of a Protestant + baron. + </p> + <p> + As Roland gazed on the dark speck, amid the lighter blue of the waters + which surrounded it, the mazes of polemical discussion again stretched + themselves before the eye of the mind. Had these men justly suffered their + exile as licentious drones, the robbers, at once, and disgrace, of the + busy hive? or had the hand of avarice and rapine expelled from the temple, + not the ribalds who polluted, but the faithful priests who served the + shrine in honour and fidelity? The arguments of Henderson, in this + contemplative hour, rose with double force before him; and could scarcely + be parried by the appeal which the Abbot Ambrosius had made from his + understanding to his feelings,—an appeal which he had felt more + forcibly amid the bustle of stirring life, than now when his reflections + were more undisturbed. It required an effort to divert his mind from this + embarrassing topic; and he found that he best succeeded by turning his + eyes to the front of the tower, watching where a twinkling light still + streamed from the casement of Catherine Seyton's apartment, obscured by + times for a moment as the shadow of the fair inhabitant passed betwixt the + taper and the window. At length the light was removed or extinguished, and + that object of speculation was also withdrawn from the eyes of the + meditative lover. Dare I confess the fact, without injuring his character + for ever as a hero of romance? These eyes gradually became heavy; + speculative doubts on the subject of religious controversy, and anxious + conjectures concerning the state of his mistress's affections, became + confusedly blended together in his musings; the fatigues of a busy day + prevailed over the harassing subjects of contemplation which occupied his + mind, and he fell fast asleep. + </p> + <p> + Sound were his slumbers, until they were suddenly dispelled by the iron + tongue of the castle-bell, which sent its deep and sullen sounds wide over + the bosom of the lake, and awakened the echoes of Bennarty, the hill which + descends steeply on its southern bank. Roland started up, for this bell + was always tolled at ten o'clock, as the signal for locking the castle + gates, and placing the keys under the charge of the seneschal. He + therefore hastened to the wicket by which the garden communicated with the + building, and had the mortification, just as he reached it, to hear the + bolt leave its sheath with a discordant crash, and enter the stone groove + of the door-lintel. “Hold, hold,” cried the page, “and let me in ere you + lock the wicket.” The voice of Dryfesdale replied from within, in his + usual tone of embittered sullenness, “The hour is passed, fair master—you + like not the inside of these walls—even make it a complete holiday, + and spend the night as well as the day out of bounds.” + </p> + <p> + “Open the door,” exclaimed the indignant page, “or by Saint Giles I will + make thy gold chain smoke for it!” + </p> + <p> + “Make no alarm here,” retorted the impenetrable Dryfesdale, “but keep thy + sinful oaths and silly threats for those that regard them—I do mine + office, and carry the keys to the seneschal.—Adieu, my young master! + the cool night air will advantage your hot blood.” + </p> + <p> + The steward was right in what he said; for the cooling breeze was very + necessary to appease the feverish fit of anger which Roland experienced, + nor did the remedy succeed for some time. At length, after some hasty + turns made through the garden, exhausting his passion in vain vows of + vengeance, Roland Graeme began to be sensible that his situation ought + rather to be held as matter of laughter than of serious resentment. To one + bred a sportsman, a night spent in the open air had in it little of + hardship, and the poor malice of the steward seemed more worthy of his + contempt than his anger. “I would to God,” he said, “that the grim old man + may always have contented himself with such sportive revenge. He often + looks as he were capable of doing us a darker turn.” Returning, therefore, + to the turf-seat which he had formerly occupied, and which was partially + sheltered by a trim fence of green holly, he drew his mantle around him, + stretched himself at length on the verdant settle, and endeavoured to + resume that sleep which the castle bell had interrupted to so little + purpose. + </p> + <p> + Sleep, like other earthly blessings, is niggard of its favours when most + courted. The more Roland invoked her aid, the farther she fled from his + eyelids. He had been completely awakened, first, by the sounds of the + bell, and then by his own aroused vivacity of temper, and he found it + difficult again to compose himself to slumber. At length, when his mind—was + wearied out with a maze of unpleasing meditation, he succeeded in coaxing + himself into a broken slumber. This was again dispelled by the voices of + two persons who were walking in the garden, the sound of whose + conversation, after mingling for some time in the page's dreams, at length + succeeded in awaking him thoroughly. He raised himself from his reclining + posture in the utmost astonishment, which the circumstance of hearing two + persons at that late hour conversing on the outside of the watchfully + guarded Castle of Lochloven, was so well calculated to excite. His first + thought was of supernatural beings; his next, upon some attempt on the + part of Queen Mary's friends and followers; his last was, that George of + Douglas, possessed of the keys, and having the means of ingress and egress + at pleasure, was availing himself of his office to hold a rendezvous with + Catherine Seyton in the castle garden. He was confirmed in this opinion by + the tone of the voice, which asked in a low whisper, “whether all was + ready?” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Thirtieth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + In some breasts passion lies conceal'd and silent, + Like war's swart powder in a castle vault, + Until occasion, like the linstock, lights it: + Then comes at once the lightning—and the thunder, + And distant echoes tell that all is rent asunder. + OLD PLAY. +</pre> + <p> + Roland Graeme, availing himself of a breach in the holly screen, and of + the assistance of the full moon, which was now arisen, had a perfect + opportunity, himself unobserved, to reconnoitre the persons and the + motions of those by whom his rest had been thus unexpectedly disturbed; + and his observations confirmed his jealous apprehensions. They stood + together in close and earnest conversation within four yards of the place + of his retreat, and he could easily recognize the tall form and deep voice + of Douglas, and the no less remarkable dress and tone of the page at the + hostelry of Saint Michael's. + </p> + <p> + “I have been at the door of the page's apartment,” said Douglas, “but he + is not there, or he will not answer. It is fast bolted on the inside, as + is the custom, and we cannot pass through it—and what his silence + may bode I know not.” + </p> + <p> + “You have trusted him too far,” said the other; “a feather-headed + cox-comb, upon whose changeable mind and hot brain there is no making an + abiding impression.” + </p> + <p> + “It was not I who was willing to trust him,” said Douglas, “but I was + assured he would prove friendly when called upon—for——” + Here he spoke so low that Roland lost the tenor of his words, which was + the more provoking, as he was fully aware that he was himself the subject + of their conversation. + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” replied the stranger, more aloud, “I have on my side put him off + with fair words, which make fools vain—but now, if you distrust him + at the push, deal with him with your dagger, and so make open passage.” + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0542}.jpg" alt="{0542}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0542}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “That were too rash,” said Douglas; “and besides, as I told you, the door + of his apartment is shut and bolted. I will essay again to waken him.” + </p> + <p> + Graeme instantly comprehended, that the ladies, having been somehow made + aware of his being in the garden, had secured the door of the outer room + in which he usually slept, as a sort of sentinel upon that only access to + the Queen's apartments. But then, how came Catherine Seyton to be abroad, + if the Queen and the other lady were still within their chambers, and the + access to them locked and bolted?—“I will be instantly at the bottom + of these mysteries,” he said, “and then thank Mistress Catherine, if this + be really she, for the kind use which she exhorted Douglas to make of his + dagger—they seek me, as I comprehend, and they shall not seek me in + vain.” + </p> + <p> + Douglas had by this time re-entered the castle by the wicket, which was + now open. The stranger stood alone in the garden walk, his arms folded on + his breast, and his eyes cast impatiently up to the moon, as if accusing + her of betraying him by the magnificence of her lustre. In a moment Roland + Graeme stood before him—“A goodly night,” he said, “Mistress + Catherine, for a young lady to stray forth in disguise, and to meet with + men in an orchard!” + </p> + <p> + “Hush!” said the stranger page, “hush, thou foolish patch, and tell us in + a word if thou art friend or foe.” + </p> + <p> + “How should I be friend to one who deceives me by fair words, and who + would have Douglas deal with me with his poniard?” replied Roland. + </p> + <p> + “The fiend receive George of Douglas and thee too, thou born madcap and + sworn marplot!” said the other; “we shall be discovered, and then death is + the word.” + </p> + <p> + “Catherine,” said the page, “you have dealt falsely and cruelly with me, + and the moment of explanation is now come—neither it nor you shall + escape me.” + </p> + <p> + “Madman!” said the stranger, “I am neither Kate nor Catherine—the + moon shines bright enough surely to know the hart from the hind.” + </p> + <p> + “That shift shall not serve you, fair mistress,” said the page, laying + hold on the lap of the stranger's cloak; “this time, at least, I will know + with whom I deal.” + </p> + <p> + “Unhand me,” said she, endeavouring to extricate herself from his grasp; + and in a tone where anger seemed to contend with a desire to laugh, “use + you so little discretion towards a daughter of Seyton?” + </p> + <p> + But as Roland, encouraged perhaps by her risibility to suppose his + violence was not unpardonably offensive, kept hold on her mantle, she + said, in a sterner tone of unmixed resentment,—“Madman! let me go!—there + is life and death in this moment—I would not willingly hurt thee, + and yet beware!” + </p> + <p> + As she spoke she made a sudden effort to escape, and, in doing so, a + pistol, which she carried in her hand or about her person, went off. + </p> + <p> + This warlike sound instantly awakened the well-warded castle. The warder + blew his horn, and began to toll the castle bell, crying out at the same + time, “Fie, treason! treason! cry all! cry all!” + </p> + <p> + The apparition of Catherine Seyton, which the page had let loose in the + first moment of astonishment, vanished in darkness; but the plash of oars + was heard, and, in a second or two, five or six harquebuses and a falconet + were fired from the battlements of the castle successively, as if levelled + at some object on the water. Confounded with these incidents, no way for + Catherine's protection (supposing her to be in the boat which he had heard + put from the shore) occurred to Roland, save to have recourse to George of + Douglas. He hastened for this purpose towards the apartment of the Queen, + whence he heard loud voices and much trampling of feet. When he entered, + he found himself added to a confused and astonished group, which, + assembled in that apartment, stood gazing upon each other. At the upper + end of the room stood the Queen, equipped as for a journey, and—attended + not only by the Lady Fleming, but by the omnipresent Catherine Seyton, + dressed in the habit of her own sex, and bearing in her hand the casket in + which Mary kept such jewels as she had been permitted to retain. At the + other end of the hall was the Lady of Lochleven, hastily dressed, as one + startled from slumber by the sudden alarm, and surrounded by domestics, + some bearing torches, others holding naked swords, partisans, pistols, or + such other weapons as they had caught up in the hurry of a night alarm. + Betwixt these two parties stood George of Douglas, his arms folded on his + breast, his eyes bent on the ground, like a criminal who knows not how to + deny, yet continues unwilling to avow, the guilt in which he has been + detected. + </p> + <p> + “Speak, George of Douglas,” said the Lady of Lochleven; “speak, and clear + the horrid suspicion which rests on thy name. Say, 'A Douglas was never + faithless to his trust, and I am a Douglas.' Say this, my dearest son, and + it is all I ask thee to say to clear thy name, even under, such a foul + charge. Say it was but the wile of these unhappy women, and this false + boy, which plotted an escape so fatal to Scotland—so destructive to + thy father's house.” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” said old Dryfesdale the steward, “this much do I say for this + silly page, that he could not be accessary to unlocking the doors, since I + myself this night bolted him out of the castle. Whoever limned this + night-piece, the lad's share in it seems to have been small.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou liest, Dryfesdale,” said the Lady, “and wouldst throw the blame on + thy master's house, to save the worthless life of a gipsy boy.” + </p> + <p> + “His death were more desirable to me than his life,” answered the steward, + sullenly; “but the truth is the truth.” + </p> + <p> + At these words Douglas raised his head, drew up his figure to its full + height, and spoke boldly and sedately, as one whose resolution was taken. + “Let no life be endangered for me. I alone——” + </p> + <p> + “Douglas,” said the Queen, interrupting him, “art thou mad? Speak not, I + charge you.” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” he replied, bowing with the deepest respect, “gladly would I obey + your commands, but they must have a victim, and let it be the true one.—Yes, + madam,” he continued, addressing the Lady of Lochleven, “I alone am guilty + in this matter. If the word of a Douglas has yet any weight with you, + believe me that this boy is innocent; and on your conscience I charge you, + do him no wrong; nor let the Queen suffer hardship for embracing the + opportunity of freedom which sincere loyalty—which a sentiment yet + deeper—offered to her acceptance. Yes! I had planned the escape of + the most beautiful, the most persecuted of women; and far from regretting + that I, for a while, deceived the malice of her enemies, I glory in it, + and am most willing to yield up life itself in her cause.” + </p> + <p> + “Now may God have compassion on my age,” said the Lady of Lochleven, “and + enable me to bear this load of affliction! O Princess, born in a luckless + hour, when will you cease to be the instrument of seduction and of ruin to + all who approach you? O ancient house of Lochleven, famed so long for + birth and honour, evil was the hour which brought the deceiver under thy + roof!” + </p> + <p> + “Say not so, madam,” replied her grandson; “the old honours of the Douglas + line will be outshone, when one of its descendants dies for the most + injured of queens—for the most lovely of women.” + </p> + <p> + “Douglas,” said the Queen, “must I at this moment—ay, even at this + moment, when I may lose a faithful subject for ever, chide thee for + forgetting what is due to me as thy Queen?” + </p> + <p> + “Wretched boy,” said the distracted Lady of Lochleven, “hast thou fallen + even thus far into the snare of this Moabitish woman?—hast thou + bartered thy name, thy allegiance, thy knightly oath, thy duty to thy + parents, thy country, and thy God, for a feigned tear, or a sickly smile, + from lips which flattered the infirm Francis—lured to death the + idiot Darnley—read luscious poetry with the minion Chastelar—mingled + in the lays of love which were sung by the beggar Rizzio—and which + were joined in rapture to those of the foul and licentious Bothwell?” + </p> + <p> + “Blaspheme not, madam!” said Douglas;—“nor you, fair Queen, and + virtuous as fair, chide at this moment the presumption of thy vassal!—Think + not that the mere devotion of a subject could have moved me to the part I + have been performing. Well you deserve that each of your lieges should die + for you; but I have done more—have done that to which love alone + could compel a Douglas—I have dissembled. Farewell, then, Queen of + all hearts, and Empress of that of Douglas!—When you are freed from + this vile bondage—as freed you shall be, if justice remains in + Heaven—and when you load with honours and titles the happy man who + shall deliver you, cast one thought on him whose heart would have despised + every reward for a kiss of your hand—cast one thought on his + fidelity, and drop one tear on his grave.” And throwing himself at her + feet, he seized her hand, and pressed it to his lips. + </p> + <p> + “This before my face!” exclaimed the Lady of Lochleven—“wilt thou + court thy adulterous paramour before the eyes of a parent?—Tear them + asunder, and put him under strict ward! Seize him, upon your lives!” she + added, seeing that her attendants looked at each other with hesitation. + </p> + <p> + “They are doubtful,” said Mary. “Save thyself, Douglas, I command thee!” + </p> + <p> + He started up from the floor, and only exclaiming, “My life or death are + yours, and at your disposal!”—drew his sword, and broke through + those who stood betwixt him and the door. The enthusiasm of his onset was + too sudden and too lively to have been opposed by any thing short of the + most decided opposition; and as he was both loved and feared by his + father's vassals, none of them would offer him actual injury. + </p> + <p> + The Lady of Lochleven stood astonished at his sudden escape—“Am I + surrounded,” she said, “by traitors? Upon him, villains!—pursue, + stab, cut him down.” + </p> + <p> + “He cannot leave the island, madam,” said Dryfesdale, interfering; “I have + the key of the boat-chain.” + </p> + <p> + But two or three voices of those who pursued from curiosity, or command of + their mistress, exclaimed from below, that he had cast himself into the + lake. + </p> + <p> + “Brave Douglas still!” exclaimed the Queen—“Oh, true and noble + heart, that prefers death to imprisonment!” + </p> + <p> + “Fire upon him!” said the Lady of Lochleven; “if there be here a true + servant of his father, let him shoot the runagate dead, and let the lake + cover our shame!” + </p> + <p> + The report of a gun or two was heard, but they were probably shot rather + to obey the Lady, than with any purpose of hitting the mark; and Randal + immediately entering, said that Master George had been taken up by a boat + from the castle, which lay at a little distance. + </p> + <p> + “Man a barge, and pursue them!” said the Lady. + </p> + <p> + “It were quite vain,” said Randal; “by this time they are half way to + shore, and a cloud has come over the moon.” + </p> + <p> + “And has the traitor then escaped?” said the Lady, pressing her hands + against her forehead with a gesture of despair; “the honour of our house + is for ever gone, and all will be deemed accomplices in this base + treachery.” + </p> + <p> + “Lady of Lochleven,” said Mary, advancing towards her, “you have this + night cut off my fairest hopes—You have turned my expected freedom + into bondage, and dashed away the cup of joy in the very instant I was + advancing it to my lips—and yet I feel for your sorrow the pity that + you deny to mine—Gladly would I comfort you if I might; but as I may + not, I would at least part from you in charity.” + </p> + <p> + “Away, proud woman!” said the Lady; “who ever knew so well as thou to deal + the deepest wounds under the pretence of kindness and courtesy?—Who, + since the great traitor, could ever so betray with a kiss?” + </p> + <p> + “Lady Douglas of Lochleven,” said the Queen, “in this moment thou canst + not offend me—no, not even by thy coarse and unwomanly language, + held to me in the presence of menials and armed retainers. I have this + night owed so much to one member of the house of Lochleven, as to cancel + whatever its mistress can do or say in the wildness of her passion.” + </p> + <p> + “We are bounden to you, Princess,” said Lady Lochleven, putting a strong + constraint on herself, and passing from her tone of violence to that of + bitter irony; “our poor house hath been but seldom graced with royal + smiles, and will hardly, with my choice, exchange their rough honesty for + such court-honour as Mary of Scotland has now to bestow.” + </p> + <p> + “They,” replied Mary, “who knew so well how to <i>take</i>, may think + themselves excused from the obligation implied in receiving. And that I + have now little to offer, is the fault of the Douglasses and their + allies.” + </p> + <p> + “Fear nothing, madam,” replied the Lady of Lochleven, in the same bitter + tone, “you retain an exchequer which neither your own prodigality can + drain, nor your offended country deprive you of. While you have fair words + and delusive smiles at command, you need no other bribes to lure youth to + folly.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen cast not an ungratified glance on a large mirror, which, hanging + on one side of the apartment, and illuminated by the torch-light, + reflected her beautiful face and person. “Our hostess grows complaisant,” + she said, “my Fleming; we had not thought that grief and captivity had + left us so well stored with that sort of wealth which ladies prize most + dearly.” + </p> + <p> + “Your Grace will drive this severe woman frantic,” said Fleming, in a low + tone. “On my knees I implore you to remember she is already dreadfully + offended, and that we are in her power.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not spare her, Fleming,” answered the Queen; “it is against my + nature. She returned my honest sympathy with insult and abuse, and I will + gall her in return,—if her words are too blunt for answer, let her + use her poniard if she dare!” + </p> + <p> + “The Lady Lochleven,” said the Lady Fleming aloud, “would surely do well + now to withdraw, and to leave her Grace to repose.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” replied the Lady, “or to leave her Grace, and her Grace's minions, + to think what silly fly they may next wrap their meshes about. My eldest + son is a widower—were he not more worthy the flattering hopes with + which you have seduced his brother?—True, the yoke of marriage has + been already thrice fitted on—but the church of Rome calls it a + sacrament, and its votaries may deem it one in which they cannot too often + participate.” + </p> + <p> + “And the votaries of the church of Geneva,” replied Mary, colouring with + indignation, “as they deem marriage <i>no</i> sacrament, are said at times + to dispense with the holy ceremony.”—Then, as if afraid of the + consequences of this home allusion to the errors of Lady Lochleven's early + life, the Queen added, “Come, my Fleming, we grace her too much by this + altercation; we will to our sleeping apartment. If she would disturb us + again to-night, she must cause the door to be forced.” So saying, she + retired to her bed-room, followed by her two women. + </p> + <p> + Lady Lochleven, stunned as it were by this last sarcasm, and not the less + deeply incensed that she had drawn it upon herself, remained like a statue + on the spot which she had occupied when she received an affront so + flagrant. Dryfesdale and Randal endeavoured to rouse her to recollection + by questions. + </p> + <p> + “What is your honourable Ladyship's pleasure in the premises?” + </p> + <p> + “Shall we not double the sentinels, and place one upon the boats and + another in the garden?” said Randal. + </p> + <p> + “Would you that despatches were sent to Sir William at Edinburgh, to + acquaint him with what has happened?” demanded Dryfesdale; “and ought not + the place of Kinross to be alarmed, lest there be force upon the shores of + the lake?” + </p> + <p> + “Do all as thou wilt,” said the Lady, collecting herself, and about to + depart. “Thou hast the name of a good soldier, Dryfesdale, take all + precautions.—Sacred Heaven! that I should be thus openly insulted!” + </p> + <p> + “Would it be your pleasure,” said Dryfesdale, hesitating, “that this + person—this Lady—be more severely restrained?” + </p> + <p> + “No, vassal!” answered the Lady, indignantly, “my revenge stoops not to so + low a gratification. But I will have more worthy vengeance, or the tomb of + my ancestors shall cover my shame!” + </p> + <p> + “And you shall have it, madam,” replied Dryfesdale—“ere two suns go + down, you shall term yourself amply revenged.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady made no answer—perhaps did not hear his words, as she + presently left the apartment. By the command of Dryfesdale, the rest of + the attendants were dismissed, some to do the duty of guard, others to + their repose. The steward himself remained after they had all departed; + and Roland Graeme, who was alone in the apartment, was surprised to see + the old soldier advance towards him with an air of greater cordiality than + he had ever before assumed to him, but which sat ill on his scowling + features. + </p> + <p> + “Youth,” he said, “I have done thee some wrong—it is thine own + fault, for thy behaviour hath seemed as light to me as the feather thou + wearest in thy hat; and surely thy fantastic apparel, and idle humour of + mirth and folly, have made me construe thee something harshly. But I saw + this night from my casement, (as I looked out to see how thou hadst + disposed of thyself in the garden,) I saw, I say, the true efforts which + thou didst make to detain the companion of the perfidy of him who is no + longer worthy to be called by his father's name, but must be cut off from + his house like a rotten branch. I was just about to come to thy assistance + when the pistol went off; and the warder (a false knave, whom I suspect to + be bribed for the nonce) saw himself forced to give the alarm, which, + perchance, till then he had wilfully withheld. To atone, therefore, for my + injustice towards you, I would willingly render you a courtesy, if you + would accept of it from my hands.” + </p> + <p> + “May I first crave to know what it is?” replied the page. + </p> + <p> + “Simply to carry the news of this discovery to Holyrood, where thou mayest + do thyself much grace, as well with the Earl of Morton and the Regent + himself, as with Sir William Douglas, seeing thou hast seen the matter + from end to end, and borne faithful part therein. The making thine own + fortune will be thus lodged in thine own hand, when I trust thou wilt + estrange thyself from foolish vanities, and learn to walk in this world as + one who thinks upon the next.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir Steward,” said Roland Graeme, “I thank you for your courtesy, but I + may not do your errand. I pass that I am the Queen's sworn servant, and + may not be of counsel against her. But, setting this apart, methinks it + were a bad road to Sir William of Lochleven's favour, to be the first to + tell him of his son's defection—neither would the Regent be over + well pleased to hear the infidelity of his vassal, nor Morton to learn the + falsehood of his kinsman.” + </p> + <p> + “Um!” said the steward, making that inarticulate sound which expresses + surprise mingled with displeasure. “Nay, then, even fly where ye list; + for, giddy-pated as ye may be, you know how to bear you in the world.” + </p> + <p> + “I will show you my esteem is less selfish than ye think for,” said the + page; “for I hold truth and mirth to be better than gravity and cunning—ay, + and in the end to be a match for them.—You never loved me less, Sir + Steward, than you do at this moment. I know you will give me no real + confidence, and I am resolved to accept no false protestations as current + coin. Resume your old course—suspect me as much and watch me as + closely as you will, I bid you defiance—you have met with your + match.” + </p> + <p> + “By Heaven, young man,” said the steward, with a look of bitter malignity, + “if thou darest to attempt any treachery towards the House of Lochleven, + thy head shall blacken in the sun from the warder's turret!” + </p> + <p> + “He cannot commit treachery who refuses trust,” said the page; “and for my + head, it stands as securely on my shoulders, as on any turret that ever + mason built.” + </p> + <p> + “Farewell, thou prating and speckled pie,” said Dryfesdale, “that art so + vain of thine idle tongue and variegated coat! Beware trap and lime-twig.” + </p> + <p> + “And fare thee well, thou hoarse old raven,” answered the page; “thy + solemn flight, sable hue, and deep croak, are no charms against bird-bolt + or hail-shot, and that thou mayst find—it is open war betwixt us, + each for the cause of our mistress, and God show the right!” + </p> + <p> + “Amen, and defend his own people!” said the steward. “I will let my + mistress know what addition thou hast made to this mess of traitors. Good + night, Monsieur Featherpate.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-night, Seignior Sowersby,” replied the page; and, when the old man + departed, he betook himself to rest. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Thirty-First. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Poison'd—ill fare!—dead, forsook, cast off!— + KING JOHN. +</pre> + <p> + However weary Roland Graeme might be of the Castle of Lochleven—however + much he might wish that the plan for Mary's escape had been perfected, I + question if he ever awoke with more pleasing feelings than on the morning + after George Douglas's plan for accomplishing her deliverance had been + frustrated. In the first place, he had the clearest conviction that he had + misunderstood the innuendo of the Abbot, and that the affections of + Douglas were fixed, not on Catherine Seyton, but on the Queen; and in the + second place, from the sort of explanation which had taken place betwixt + the steward and him, he felt himself at liberty, without any breach of + honour towards the family of Lochleven, to contribute his best aid to any + scheme which should in future be formed for the Queen's escape; and, + independently of the good-will which he himself had to the enterprise, he + knew he could find no surer road to the favour of Catherine Seyton. He now + sought but an opportunity to inform her that he had dedicated himself to + this task, and fortune was propitious in affording him one which was + unusually favourable. + </p> + <p> + At the ordinary hour of breakfast, it was introduced by the steward with + his usual forms, who, as soon as it was placed on the board in the inner + apartment, said to Roland Graeme, with a glance of sarcastic import, “I + leave you, my young sir, to do the office of sewer—it has been too + long rendered to the Lady Mary by one belonging to the house of Douglas.” + </p> + <p> + “Were it the prime and principal who ever bore the name,” said Roland, + “the office were an honour to him.” + </p> + <p> + The steward departed without replying to this bravade, otherwise than by a + dark look of scorn. Graeme, thus left alone, busied himself as one engaged + in a labour of love, to imitate, as well as he could, the grace and + courtesy with which George of Douglas was wont to render his ceremonial + service at meals to the Queen of Scotland. There was more than youthful + vanity—there was a generous devotion in the feeling with which he + took up the task, as a brave soldier assumes the place of a comrade who + has fallen in the front of battle. “I am now,” he said, “their only + champion: and, come weal, come wo, I will be, to the best of my skill and + power, as faithful, as trustworthy, as brave, as any Douglas of them all + could have been.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment Catherine Seyton entered alone, contrary to her custom; and + not less contrary to her custom, she entered with her kerchief at her + eyes. Roland Graeme approached her with beating heart and with down-cast + eyes, and asked her, in a low and hesitating voice, whether the Queen were + well? + </p> + <p> + “Can you suppose it?” said Catherine. “Think you her heart and body are + framed of steel and iron, to endure the cruel disappointment of yester + even, and the infamous taunts of yonder puritanic hag?—Would to God + that I were a man, to aid her more effectually!” + </p> + <p> + “If those who carry pistols, and batons, and poniards,” said the page, + “are not men, they are at least Amazons; and that is as formidable.” + </p> + <p> + “You are welcome to the flash of your wit, sir,” replied the damsel; “I am + neither in spirits to enjoy, nor to reply to it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then,” said the page, “list to me in all serious truth. And, first, + let me say, that the gear last night had been smoother, had you taken me + into your counsels.” + </p> + <p> + “And so we meant; but who could have guessed that Master Page should + choose to pass all night in the garden, like some moon-stricken knight in + a Spanish romance—instead of being in his bed-room, when Douglas + came to hold communication with him on our project.” + </p> + <p> + “And why,” said the page, “defer to so late a moment so important a + confidence?” + </p> + <p> + “Because your communications with Henderson, and—with pardon—the + natural impetuosity and fickleness of your disposition, made us dread to + entrust you with a secret of such consequence, till the last moment.” + </p> + <p> + “And why at the last moment?” said the page, offended at this frank + avowal; “why at that, or any other moment, since I had the misfortune to + incur so much suspicion?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay—now you are angry again,” said Catherine; “and to serve you + aright I should break off this talk; but I will be magnanimous, and answer + your question. Know, then, our reason for trusting you was twofold. In the + first place, we could scarce avoid it, since you slept in the room through + which we had to pass. In the second place——” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” said the page, “you may dispense with a second reason, when the + first makes your confidence in me a case of necessity.” + </p> + <p> + “Good now, hold thy peace,” said Catherine. “In the second place, as I + said before, there is one foolish person among us, who believes that + Roland Graeme's heart is warm, though his head is giddy—that his + blood is pure, though it boils too hastily—and that his faith and + honour are true as the load-star, though his tongue sometimes is far less + than discreet.” + </p> + <p> + This avowal Catherine repeated in a low tone, with her eye fixed on the + floor, as if she shunned the glance of Roland while she suffered it to + escape her lips—“And this single friend,” exclaimed the youth in + rapture; “this only one who would do justice to the poor Roland Graeme, + and whose own generous heart taught her to distinguish between follies of + the brain and faults of the heart—Will you not tell me, dearest + Catherine, to whom I owe my most grateful, my most heartfelt thanks?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” said Catherine, with her eyes still fixed on the ground, “if your + own heart tell you not——” + </p> + <p> + “Dearest Catherine!” said the page, seizing upon her hand, and kneeling on + one knee. + </p> + <p> + “If your own heart, I say, tell you not,” said Catherine, gently + disengaging her hand, “it is very ungrateful; for since the maternal + kindness of the Lady Fleming——” + </p> + <p> + The page started on his feet. “By Heaven, Catherine, your tongue wears as + many disguises as your person! But you only mock me, cruel girl. You know + the Lady Fleming has no more regard for any one, than hath the forlorn + princess who is wrought into yonder piece of old figured court tapestry.” + </p> + <p> + “It may be so,” said Catherine Seyton, “but you should not speak so loud.” + </p> + <p> + “Pshaw!” answered the page, but at the same time lowering his voice, “she + cares for no one but herself and the Queen. And you know, besides, there + is no one of you whose opinion I value, if I have not your own. No—not + that of Queen Mary herself.” + </p> + <p> + “The more shame for you, if it be so,” said Catherine, with great + composure. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but, fair Catherine,” said the page, “why will you thus damp my + ardour, when I am devoting myself, body and soul, to the cause of your + mistress?” + </p> + <p> + “It is because in doing so,” said Catherine, “you debase a cause so noble, + by naming along with it any lower or more selfish motive. Believe me,” she + said, with kindling eyes, and while the blood mantled on her cheek, “they + think vilely and falsely of women—I mean of those who deserve the + name—who deem that they love the gratification of their vanity, or + the mean purpose of engrossing a lover's admiration and affection, better + than they love the virtue and honour of the man they may be brought to + prefer. He that serves his religion, his prince, and his country, with + ardour and devotion, need not plead his cause with the commonplace rant of + romantic passion—the woman whom he honours with his love becomes his + debtor, and her corresponding affection is engaged to repay his glorious + toil.” + </p> + <p> + “You hold a glorious prize for such toil,” said the youth, bending his + eyes on her with enthusiasm. + </p> + <p> + “Only a heart which knows how to value it,” said Catherine. “He that + should free this injured Princess from these dungeons, and set her at + liberty among her loyal and warlike nobles, whose hearts are burning to + welcome her—where is the maiden in Scotland whom the love of such a + hero would not honour, were she sprung from the blood royal of the land, + and he the offspring of the poorest cottager that ever held a plough?” + </p> + <p> + “I am determined,” said Roland, “to take the adventure. Tell me first, + however, fair Catherine, and speak it as if you were confessing to the + priest—this poor Queen, I know she is unhappy—but, Catherine, + do you hold her innocent? She is accused of murder.” + </p> + <p> + “Do I hold the lamb guilty, because it is assailed by the wolf?” answered + Catherine; “do I hold yonder sun polluted, because an earth-damp sullies + his beams?” + </p> + <p> + The page sighed and looked down. “Would my conviction were as deep as + thine! But one thing is clear, that in this captivity she hath wrong—She + rendered herself up, on a capitulation, and the terms have been refused + her—I will embrace her quarrel to the death!” + </p> + <p> + “Will you—will you, indeed?” said Catherine, taking his hand in her + turn. “Oh, be but firm in mind, as thou art bold in deed and quick in + resolution; keep but thy plighted faith, and after ages shall honour thee + as the saviour of Scotland!” + </p> + <p> + “But when I have toiled successfully to win that Leah, Honour, thou wilt + not, my Catherine,” said the page, “condemn me to a new term of service + for that Rachel, Love?” + </p> + <p> + “Of that,” said Catherine, again extricating her hand from his grasp, “we + shall have full time to speak; but Honour is the elder sister, and must be + won the first.” + </p> + <p> + “I may not win her,” answered the page; “but I will venture fairly for + her, and man can do no more. And know, fair Catherine,—for you shall + see the very secret thought of my heart,—that not Honour only—not + only that other and fairer sister, whom you frown on me for so much as + mentioning—but the stern commands of duty also, compel me to aid the + Queen's deliverance.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” said Catherine; “you were wont to have doubts on that matter.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but her life was not then threatened,” replied Roland. + </p> + <p> + “And is it now more endangered than heretofore?” asked Catherine Seyton, + in anxious terror. + </p> + <p> + “Be not alarmed,” said the page; “but you heard the terms on which your + royal mistress parted with the Lady of Lochleven?” + </p> + <p> + “Too well—but too well,” said Catherine; “alas! that she cannot rule + her princely resentment, and refrain from encounters like these!” + </p> + <p> + “That hath passed betwixt them,” said Roland, “for which woman never + forgives woman. I saw the Lady's brow turn pale, and then black, when, + before all the menzie, and in her moment of power, the Queen humbled her + to the dust by taxing her with her shame. And I heard the oath of deadly + resentment and revenge which she muttered in the ear of one, who by his + answer will, I judge, be but too ready an executioner of her will.” + </p> + <p> + “You terrify me,” said Catherine. + </p> + <p> + “Do not so take it—call up the masculine part of your spirit—we + will counteract and defeat her plans, be they dangerous as they may. Why + do you look upon me thus, and weep?” + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” said Catherine, “because you stand there before me a living and + breathing man, in all the adventurous glow and enterprise of youth, yet + still possessing the frolic spirits of childhood—there you stand, + full alike of generous enterprise and childish recklessness; and if + to-day, or to-morrow, or some such brief space, you lie a mangled and + lifeless corpse upon the floor of these hateful dungeons, who but + Catherine Seyton will be the cause of your brave and gay career being + broken short as you start from the goal? Alas! she whom you have chosen to + twine your wreath, may too probably have to work your shroud!” + </p> + <p> + “And be it so, Catherine,” said the page, in the full glow of youthful + enthusiasm; “and <i>do</i> thou work my shroud! and if thou grace it with + such tears as fall now at the thought, it will honour my remains more than + an earl's mantle would my living body. But shame on this faintness of + heart! the time craves a firmer mood—Be a woman, Catherine, or + rather be a man—thou canst be a man if thou wilt.” + </p> + <p> + Catherine dried her tears, and endeavoured to smile. + </p> + <p> + “You must not ask me,” she said, “about that which so much disturbs your + mind; you shall know all in time—nay, you should know all now, but + that—Hush! here comes the Queen.” + </p> + <p> + Mary entered from her apartment, paler than usual, and apparently + exhausted by a sleepless night, and by the painful thoughts which had ill + supplied the place of repose; yet the languor of her looks was so far from + impairing her beauty, that it only substituted the frail delicacy of the + lovely woman for the majestic grace of the Queen. Contrary to her wont, + her toilette had been very hastily despatched, and her hair, which was + usually dressed by Lady Fleming with great care, escaping from beneath the + headtire, which had been hastily adjusted, fell in long and luxuriant + tresses of Nature's own curling, over a neck and bosom which were somewhat + less carefully veiled than usual. + </p> + <p> + As she stepped over the threshold of her apartment, Catherine, hastily + drying her tears, ran to meet her royal mistress, and having first kneeled + at her feet, and kissed her hand, instantly rose, and placing herself on + the other side of the Queen, seemed anxious to divide with the Lady + Fleming the honour of supporting and assisting her. The page, on his part, + advanced and put in order the chair of state, which she usually occupied, + and having placed the cushion and footstool for her accommodation, stepped + back, and stood ready for service in the place usually occupied by his + predecessor, the young Seneschal. Mary's eye rested an instant on him, and + could not but remark the change of persons. Hers was not the female heart + which could refuse compassion, at least, to a gallant youth who had + suffered in her cause, although he had been guided in his enterprise by a + too presumptuous passion; and the words “Poor Douglas!” escaped from her + lips, perhaps unconsciously, as she leant herself back in her chair, and + put the kerchief to her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, gracious madam,” said Catherine, assuming a cheerful manner, in + order to cheer her sovereign, “our gallant Knight is indeed banished—the + adventure was not reserved for him; but he has left behind him a youthful + Esquire, as much devoted to your Grace's service, and who, by me, makes + you tender of his hand and sword.” + </p> + <p> + “If they may in aught avail your Grace,” said Roland Graeme, bowing + profoundly. + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” said the Queen, “what needs this, Catherine?—why prepare new + victims to be involved in, and overwhelmed by, my cruel fortune?—were + we not better cease to struggle, and ourselves sink in the tide without + farther resistance, than thus drag into destruction with us every generous + heart which makes an effort in our favour?—I have had but too much + of plot and intrigue around me, since I was stretched an orphan child in + my very cradle, while contending nobles strove which should rule in the + name of the unconscious innocent. Surely time it were that all this busy + and most dangerous coil should end. Let me call my prison a convent, and + my seclusion a voluntary sequestration of myself from the world and its + ways.” + </p> + <p> + “Speak not thus, madam, before your faithful servants,” said Catherine, + “to discourage their zeal at once, and to break their hearts. Daughter of + Kings, be not in this hour so unkingly—Come, Roland, and let us, the + youngest of her followers, show ourselves worthy of her cause—let us + kneel before her footstool, and implore her to be her own magnanimous + self.” And leading Roland Graeme to the Queen's seat, they both kneeled + down before her. Mary raised herself in her chair, and sat erect, while, + extending one hand to be kissed by the page, she arranged with the other + the clustering locks which shaded the bold yet lovely brow of the + high-spirited Catherine. + </p> + <p> + “Alas! <i>ma mignóne</i>,” she said, for so in fondness she often called + her young attendant, “that you should thus desperately mix with my unhappy + fate the fortune of your young lives!—Are they not a lovely couple, + my Fleming? and is it not heart-rending to think that I must be their + ruin?” + </p> + <p> + “Not so,” said Roland Graeme, “it is we, gracious Sovereign, who will be + your deliverers.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>Ex oribus parvulorum!</i>” said the Queen, looking upward; “if it is + by the mouth of these children that Heaven calls me to resume the stately + thoughts which become my birth and my rights, thou wilt grant them thy + protection, and to me the power of rewarding their zeal!”—Then + turning to Fleming, she instantly added,—“Thou knowest, my friend, + whether to make those who have served me happy, was not ever Mary's + favourite pastime. When I have been rebuked by the stern preachers of the + Calvinistic heresy—when I have seen the fierce countenances of my + nobles averted from me, has it not been because I mixed in the harmless + pleasures of the young and gay, and rather for the sake of their happiness + than my own, have mingled in the masque, the song, or the dance, with the + youth of my household? Well, I repent not of it—though Knox termed + it sin, and Morton degradation—I was happy, because I saw happiness + around me; and woe betide the wretched jealousy that can extract guilt out + of the overflowings of an unguarded gaiety!—Fleming, if we are + restored to our throne, shall we not have one blithesome day at a + blithesome bridal, of which we must now name neither the bride nor the + bridegroom? but that bridegroom shall have the barony of Blairgowrie, a + fair gift even for a Queen to give, and that bride's chaplet shall be + twined with the fairest pearls that ever were found in the depths of + Lochlomond; and thou thyself, Mary Fleming, the best dresser of tires that + ever busked the tresses of a Queen, and who would scorn to touch those of + any woman of lower rank,—thou thyself shalt, for my love, twine them + into the bride's tresses.—Look, my Fleming, suppose them such + clustered locks as those of our Catherine, they would not put shame upon + thy skill.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, she passed her hand fondly over the head of her youthful + favourite, while her more aged attendant replied despondently, “Alas! + madam, your thoughts stray far from home.” + </p> + <p> + “They do, my Fleming,” said the Queen; “but is it well or kind in you to + call them back?—God knows, they have kept the perch this night but + too closely—Come, I will recall the gay vision, were it but to + punish them. Yes, at that blithesome bridal, Mary herself shall forget the + weight of sorrows, and the toil of state, and herself once more lead a + measure.—At whose wedding was it that we last danced, my Fleming? I + think care has troubled my memory—yet something of it I should + remember—canst thou not aid me?—I know thou canst.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! madam,” replied the lady—— + </p> + <p> + “What!” said Mary, “wilt thou not help us so far? this is a peevish + adherence to thine own graver opinion, which holds our talk as folly. But + thou art court-bred, and wilt well understand me when I say, the Queen <i>commands</i> + Lady Fleming to tell her where she led the last <i>branle</i>.” + </p> + <p> + With a face deadly pale, and a mien as if she were about to sink into the + earth, the court-bred dame, no longer daring to refuse obedience, faltered + out—“Gracious Lady—if my memory err not—it was at a + masque in Holyrood—at the marriage of Sebastian.” + </p> + <p> + The unhappy Queen, who had hitherto listened with a melancholy smile, + provoked by the reluctance with which the Lady Fleming brought out her + story, at this ill-fated word interrupted her with a shriek so wild and + loud that the vaulted apartment rang, and both Roland and Catherine sprang + to their feet in the utmost terror and alarm. Meantime, Mary seemed, by + the train of horrible ideas thus suddenly excited, surprised not only + beyond self-command, but for the moment beyond the verge of reason. + </p> + <p> + “Traitress!” she said to the Lady Fleming, “thou wouldst slay thy + sovereign—Call my French guards—<i>a moi! a moi! mes Français!</i>—I + am beset with traitors in mine own palace—they have murdered my + husband—Rescue! rescue for the Queen of Scotland!” She started up + from her chair—her features, late so exquisitely lovely in their + paleness, now inflamed with the fury of frenzy, and resembling those of a + Bellona. “We will take the field ourself,” she said; “warn the city—warn + Lothian and Fife—saddle our Spanish barb, and bid French Paris see + our petronel be charged!—Better to die at the head of our brave + Scotsmen, like our grandfather at Flodden, than of a broken heart, like + our ill-starred father!” + </p> + <p> + “Be patient—be composed, dearest Sovereign,” said Catherine: and + then addressing Lady Fleming angrily, she added, “How could you say aught + that reminded her of her husband?” + </p> + <p> + The word reached the ear of the unhappy Princess, who caught it up, + speaking with great rapidity. “Husband!—what husband?—Not his + most Christian Majesty—he is ill at ease—he cannot mount on + horseback.—Not him of the Lennox—but it was the Duke of Orkney + thou wouldst say.” + </p> + <p> + “For God's love, madam, be patient!” said the Lady Fleming. + </p> + <p> + But the Queen's excited imagination could by no entreaty be diverted from + its course. “Bid him come hither to our aid,” she said, “and bring with + him his lambs, as he calls them—Bowton, Hay of Talla, Black + Ormiston, and his kinsman Hob—Fie! how swart they are, and how they + smell of sulphur! What! closeted with Morton? Nay, if the Douglas and the + Hepburn hatch the complot together, the bird, when it breaks the shell, + will scare Scotland. Will it not, my Fleming?” + </p> + <p> + “She grows wilder and wilder,” said Fleming; “we have too many hearers for + these strange words.” + </p> + <p> + “Roland,” said Catherine, “in the name of God, begone! You cannot aid us + here—Leave us to deal with her alone—Away—away!” + </p> + <p> + She thrust him to the door of the anteroom; yet even when he had entered + that apartment, and shut the door, he could still hear the Queen talk in a + loud and determined tone, as if giving forth orders, until at length the + voice died away in a feeble and continued lamentation. + </p> + <p> + At this crisis Catherine entered the anteroom. “Be not too anxious,” she + said, “the crisis is now over; but keep the door fast—let no one + enter until she is more composed.” + </p> + <p> + “In the name of God, what does this mean?” said the page; “or what was + there in the Lady Fleming's words to excite so wild a transport?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, the Lady Fleming, the Lady Fleming,” said Catherine, repeating the + words impatiently; “the Lady Fleming is a fool—she loves her + mistress, yet knows so little how to express her love, that were the Queen + to ask her for very poison, she would deem it a point of duty not to + resist her commands. I could have torn her starched head-tire from her + formal head—The Queen should have as soon had the heart out of my + body, as the word Sebastian out of my lips—That that piece of weaved + tapestry should be a woman, and yet not have wit enough to tell a lie!” + </p> + <p> + “And what was this story of Sebastian?” said the page. “By Heaven, + Catherine, you are all riddles alike!” + </p> + <p> + “You are as great a fool as Fleming,” returned the impatient maiden; “know + ye not, that on the night of Henry Darnley's murder, and at the blowing up + of the Kirk of Field, the Queen's absence was owing to her attending on a + masque at Holyrood, given by her to grace the marriage of this same + Sebastian, who, himself a favoured servant, married one of her female + attendants, who was near to her person?” + </p> + <p> + “By Saint Giles,” said the page, “I wonder not at her passion, but only + marvel by what forgetfulness it was that she could urge the Lady Fleming + with such a question.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot account for it,” said Catherine; “but it seems as if great and + violent grief and horror sometimes obscure the memory, and spread a cloud + like that of an exploding cannon, over the circumstances with which they + are accompanied. But I may not stay here, where I came not to moralize + with your wisdom, but simply to cool my resentment against that unwise + Lady Fleming, which I think hath now somewhat abated, so that I shall + endure her presence without any desire to damage either her curch or + vasquine. Meanwhile, keep fast that door—I would not for my life + that any of these heretics saw her in the unhappy state, which, brought on + her as it has been by the success of their own diabolical plottings, they + would not stick to call, in their snuffling cant, the judgment of + Providence.” + </p> + <p> + She left the apartment just as the latch of the outward door was raised + from without. But the bolt which Roland had drawn on the inside, resisted + the efforts of the person desirous to enter. “Who is there?” said Graeme + aloud. + </p> + <p> + “It is I,” replied the harsh and yet slow voice of the steward Dryfesdale. + </p> + <p> + “You cannot enter now,” returned the youth. + </p> + <p> + “And wherefore?” demanded Dryfesdale, “seeing I come but to do my duty, + and inquire what mean the shrieks from the apartment of the Moabitish + woman. Wherefore, I say, since such is mine errand, can I not enter?” + </p> + <p> + “Simply,” replied the youth, “because the bolt is drawn, and I have no + fancy to undo it. I have the right side of the door to-day, as you had + last night.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art ill-advised, thou malapert boy,” replied the steward, “to speak + to me in such fashion; but I shall inform my Lady of thine insolence.” + </p> + <p> + “The insolence,” said the page, “is meant for thee only, in fair guerdon + of thy discourtesy to me. For thy Lady's information, I have answer more + courteous—you may say that the Queen is ill at ease, and desires to + be disturbed neither by visits nor messages.” + </p> + <p> + “I conjure you, in the name of God,” said the old man, with more solemnity + in his tone than he had hitherto used, “to let me know if her malady + really gains power on her!” + </p> + <p> + “She will have no aid at your hand, or at your Lady's—wherefore, + begone, and trouble us no more—we neither want, nor will accept of, + aid at your hands.” + </p> + <p> + With this positive reply, the steward, grumbling and dissatisfied, + returned down stairs. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Thirty-Second. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + It is the curse of kings to be attended + By slaves, who take their humours for a warrant + To break into the bloody house of life, + And on the winking of authority + To understand a law. + KING JOHN. +</pre> + <p> + The Lady of Lochleven sat alone in her chamber, endeavouring with sincere + but imperfect zeal, to fix her eyes and her attention on the + black-lettered Bible which lay before her, bound in velvet and embroidery, + and adorned with massive silver clasps and knosps. But she found her + utmost efforts unable to withdraw her mind from the resentful recollection + of what had last night passed betwixt her and the Queen, in which the + latter had with such bitter taunt reminded her of her early and + long-repented transgression. + </p> + <p> + “Why,” she said, “should I resent so deeply that another reproaches me + with that which I have never ceased to make matter of blushing to myself? + and yet, why should this woman, who reaps—at least, has reaped—the + fruits of my folly, and has jostled my son aside from the throne, why + should she, in the face of all my domestics, and of her own, dare to + upbraid me with my shame? Is she not in my power? Does she not fear me? + Ha! wily tempter, I will wrestle with thee strongly, and with better + suggestions than my own evil heart can supply!” + </p> + <p> + She again took up the sacred volume, and was endeavouring to fix her + attention on its contents, when she was disturbed by a tap at the door of + the room. It opened at her command, and the steward Dryfesdale entered, + and stood before her with a gloomy and perturbed expression on his brow. + </p> + <p> + “What has chanced, Dryfesdale, that thou lookest thus?” said his mistress—“Have + there been evil tidings of my son, or of my grandchildren?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Lady,” replied Dryfesdale, “but you were deeply insulted last night, + and I fear me thou art as deeply avenged this morning—Where is the + chaplain?” + </p> + <p> + “What mean you by hints so dark, and a question so sudden? The chaplain, + as you well know, is absent at Perth upon an assembly of the brethren.” + </p> + <p> + “I care not,” answered the steward; “he is but a priest of Baal.” + </p> + <p> + “Dryfesdale,” said the Lady, sternly, “what meanest thou? I have ever + heard, that in the Low Countries thou didst herd with the Anabaptist + preachers, those boars which tear up the vintage—But the ministry + which suits me and my house must content my retainers.” + </p> + <p> + “I would I had good ghostly counsel, though,” replied the steward, not + attending to his mistress's rebuke, and seeming to speak to himself. “This + woman of Moab——” + </p> + <p> + “Speak of her with reverence,” said the Lady; “she is a king's daughter.” + </p> + <p> + “Be it so,” replied Dryfesdale; “she goes where there is little difference + betwixt her and a beggar's child—Mary of Scotland is dying.” + </p> + <p> + “Dying, and in my castle!” said the Lady, starting up in alarm; “of what + disease, or by what accident?” + </p> + <p> + “Bear patience, Lady. The ministry was mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Thine, villain and traitor!—how didst thou dare——” + </p> + <p> + “I heard you insulted, Lady—I heard you demand vengeance—I + promised you should have it, and I now bring tidings of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Dryfesdale, I trust thou ravest?” said the Lady. + </p> + <p> + “I rave not,” replied the steward. “That which was written of me a million + of years ere I saw the light, must be executed by me. She hath that in her + veins that, I fear me, will soon stop the springs of life.” “Cruel + villain,” exclaimed the Lady, “thou hast not poisoned her?” “And if I + had,” said Dryfesdale, “what does it so greatly merit? Men bane vermin—why + not rid them of their enemies so? in Italy they will do it for a + cruizuedor.” + </p> + <p> + “Cowardly ruffian, begone from my sight!” + </p> + <p> + “Think better of my zeal, Lady,” said the steward, “and judge not without + looking around you. Lindesay, Ruthven, and your kinsman Morton, poniarded + Rizzio, and yet you now see no blood on their embroidery—the Lord + Semple stabbed the Lord of Sanquhar—does his bonnet sit a jot more + awry on his brow? What noble lives in Scotland who has not had a share, + for policy or revenge, in some such dealing?—and who imputes it to + them? Be not cheated with names—a dagger or a draught work to the + same end, and are little unlike—a glass phial imprisons the one, and + a leathern sheath the other—one deals with the brain, the other + sluices the blood—Yet, I say not I gave aught to this lady.” + </p> + <p> + “What dost thou mean by thus dallying with me?” said the Lady; “as thou + wouldst save thy neck from the rope it merits, tell me the whole truth of + this story-thou hast long been known a dangerous man.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, in my master's service I can be cold and sharp as my sword. Be it + known to you, that when last on shore, I consulted with a woman of skill + and power, called Nicneven, of whom the country has rung for some brief + time past. Fools asked her for charms to make them beloved, misers for + means to increase their store; some demanded to know the future—an + idle wish, since it cannot be altered; others would have an explanation of + the past—idler still, since it cannot be recalled. I heard their + queries with scorn, and demanded the means of avenging myself of a deadly + enemy, for I grow old, and may trust no longer to Bilboa blade. She gave + me a packet—`Mix that,' said she, `with any liquid, and thy + vengeance is complete.'” + </p> + <p> + “Villain! and you mixed it with the food of this imprisoned Lady, to the + dishonour of thy master's house?” + </p> + <p> + “To redeem the insulted honour of my master's house, I mixed the contents + of the packet with the jar of succory-water: They seldom fail to drain it, + and the woman loves it over all.” + </p> + <p> + “It was a work of hell,” said the Lady Lochleven, “both the asking and the + granting.—Away, wretched man, let us see if aid be yet too late!” + </p> + <p> + “They will not admit us, madam, save we enter by force—I have been. + twice at the door, but can obtain no entrance.” + </p> + <p> + “We will beat it level with the ground, if needful—And, hold—summon + Randal hither instantly.—Randal, here is a foul and evil chance + befallen—send off a boat instantly to Kinross, the Chamberlain Luke + Lundin is said to have skill—Fetch off, too, that foul witch + Nicneven; she shall first counteract her own spell, and then be burned to + ashes in the island of Saint Serf. Away, away—Tell them to hoist + sail and ply oar, as ever they would have good of the Douglas's hand!” + </p> + <p> + “Mother Nicneven will not be lightly found, or fetched hither on these + conditions,” answered Dryfesdale. + </p> + <p> + “Then grant her full assurance of safety—Look to it, for thine own + life must answer for this lady's recovery.” + </p> + <p> + “I might have guessed that,” said Dryfesdale, sullenly; “but it is my + comfort I have avenged mine own cause, as well as yours. She hath scoffed + and scripped at me, and encouraged her saucy minion of a page to ridicule + my stiff gait and slow speech. I felt it borne in upon me that I was to be + avenged on them.” + </p> + <p> + “Go to the western turret,” said the Lady, “and remain there in ward until + we see how this gear will terminate. I know thy resolved disposition—thou + wilt not attempt escape.” + </p> + <p> + “Not were the walls of the turret of egg-shells, and the lake sheeted + ice,” said Dryfesdale. “I am well taught, and strong in belief, that man + does nought of himself; he is but the foam on the billow, which rises, + bubbles, and bursts, not by its own effort, but by the mightier impulse of + fate which urges him. Yet, Lady, if I may advise, amid this zeal for the + life of the Jezebel of Scotland, forget not what is due to thine own + honour, and keep the matter secret as you may.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, the gloomy fatalist turned from her, and stalked off with + sullen composure to the place of confinement allotted to him. + </p> + <p> + His lady caught at his last hint, and only expressed her fear that the + prisoner had partaken of some unwholesome food, and was dangerously ill. + The castle was soon alarmed and in confusion. Randal was dispatched to the + shore to fetch off Lundin, with such remedies as could counteract poison; + and with farther instructions to bring mother Nicneven, if she could be + found, with full power to pledge the Lady of Lochleven's word for her + safety. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the Lady of Lochleven herself held parley at the door of the + Queen's apartment, and in vain urged the page to undo it. + </p> + <p> + “Foolish boy!” she said, “thine own life and thy Lady's are at stake—Open, + I say, or we will cause the door to be broken down.” + </p> + <p> + “I may not open the door without my royal mistress's orders,” answered + Roland; “she has been very ill, and now she slumbers—if you wake her + by using violence, let the consequence be on you and your followers.” + </p> + <p> + “Was ever woman in a strait so fearful!” exclaimed the Lady of Lochleven—“At + least, thou rash boy, beware that no one tastes the food, but especially + the jar of succory-water.” + </p> + <p> + She then hastened to the turret, where Dryfesdale had composedly resigned + himself to imprisonment. She found him reading, and demanded of him, “Was + thy fell potion of speedy operation?” + </p> + <p> + “Slow,” answered the steward. “The hag asked me which I chose—I told + her I loved a slow and sure revenge. 'Revenge,' said I, 'is the + highest-flavoured draught which man tastes upon earth, and he should sip + it by little and little—not drain it up greedily at once.” + </p> + <p> + “Against whom, unhappy man, couldst thou nourish so fell a revenge?” + </p> + <p> + “I had many objects, but the chief was that insolent page.” + </p> + <p> + “The boy!—thou inhuman man!” exclaimed the lady; “what could he do + to deserve thy malice?” + </p> + <p> + “He rose in your favour, and you graced him with your commissions—that + was one thing. He rose in that of George Douglas's also—that was + another. He was the favourite of the Calvinistic Henderson, who hated me + because my spirit disowns a separated priesthood. The Moabitish Queen held + him dear—winds from each opposing point blew in his favour—the + old servitor of your house was held lightly among ye—above all, from + the first time I saw his face, I longed to destroy him.” + </p> + <p> + “What fiend have I nurtured in my house!” replied the Lady. “May God + forgive me the sin of having given thee food and raiment!” + </p> + <p> + “You might not choose, Lady,” answered the steward. “Long ere this castle + was builded—ay, long ere the islet which sustains it reared its head + above the blue water, I was destined to be your faithful slave, and you to + be my ungrateful mistress. Remember you not when I plunged amid the + victorious French, in the time of this lady's mother, and brought off your + husband, when those who had hung at the same breasts with him dared not + attempt the rescue?—Remember how I plunged into the lake when your + grandson's skiff was overtaken by the tempest, boarded, and steered her + safe to the land. Lady—the servant of a Scottish baron is he who + regards not his own life, or that of any other, save his master. And, for + the death of the woman, I had tried the potion on her sooner, had not + Master George been her taster. Her death—would it not be the + happiest news that Scotland ever heard? Is she not of the bloody Guisian + stock, whose sword was so often red with the blood of God's saints? Is she + not the daughter of the wretched tyrant James, whom Heaven cast down from + his kingdom, and his pride, even as the king of Babylon was smitten?” + </p> + <p> + “Peace, villain!” said the Lady—a thousand varied recollections + thronging on her mind at the mention of her royal lover's name; “Peace, + and disturb not the ashes of the dead—of the royal, of the unhappy + dead. Read thy Bible; and may God grant thee to avail thyself better of + its contents than thou hast yet done!” She departed hastily, and as she + reached the next apartment, the tears rose in her eyes so hastily, that + she was compelled to stop and use her kerchief to dry them. “I expected + not this,” she said, “no more than to have drawn water from the dry flint, + or sap from a withered tree. I saw with a dry eye the apostacy and shame + of George Douglas, the hope of my son's house—the child of my love; + and yet I now weep for him who has so long lain in his grave—for him + to whom I owe it that his daughter can make a scoffing and a jest of my + name! But she is <i>his</i> daughter—my heart, hardened against her + for so many causes, relents when a glance of her eye places her father + unexpectedly before me—and as often her likeness to that true + daughter of the house of Guise, her detested mother, has again confirmed + my resolution. But she must not—must not die in my house, and by so + foul a practice. Thank God, the operation of the potion is slow, and may + be counteracted. I will to her apartment once more. But oh! that hardened + villain, whose fidelity we held in such esteem, and had such high proof + of! What miracle can unite so much wickedness and so much truth in one + bosom!” + </p> + <p> + The Lady of Lochleven was not aware how far minds of a certain gloomy and + determined cast by nature, may be warped by a keen sense of petty injuries + and insults, combining with the love of gain, and sense of self-interest, + and amalgamated with the crude, wild, and indigested fanatical opinions + which this man had gathered among the crazy sectaries of Germany; or how + far the doctrines of fatalism, which he had embraced so decidedly, sear + the human conscience, by representing our actions as the result of + inevitable necessity. + </p> + <p> + During her visit to the prisoner, Roland had communicated to Catherine the + tenor of the conversation he had had with her at the door of the + apartment. The quick intelligence of that lively maiden instantly + comprehended the outline of what was believed to have happened, but her + prejudices hurried her beyond the truth. + </p> + <p> + “They meant to have poisoned us,” she exclaimed in horror, “and there + stands the fatal liquor which should have done the deed!—Ay, as soon + as Douglas ceased to be our taster, our food was likely to be fatally + seasoned. Thou, Roland, who shouldst have made the essay, wert readily + doomed to die with us. Oh, dearest Lady Fleming, pardon, pardon, for the + injuries I said to you in my anger—your words were prompted by + Heaven to save our lives, and especially that of the injured Queen. But + what have we now to do? that old crocodile of the lake will be presently + back to shed her hypocritical tears over our dying agonies.—Lady + Fleming, what shall we do?” + </p> + <p> + “Our Lady help us in our need!” she replied; “how should I tell?—unless + we were to make our plaint to the Regent.” + </p> + <p> + “Make our plaint to the devil,” said Catherine impatiently, “and accuse + his dam at the foot of his burning throne!—The Queen still sleeps—we + must gain time. The poisoning hag must not know her scheme has miscarried; + the old envenomed spider has but too many ways of mending her broken web. + The jar of succory-water,” said she—“Roland, if thou be'st a man, + help me—empty the jar on the chimney or from the window—make + such waste among the viands as if we had made our usual meal, and leave + the fragments on cup and porringer, but taste nothing as thou lovest thy + life. I will sit by the Queen, and tell her at her waking, in what a + fearful pass we stand. Her sharp wit and ready spirit will teach us what + is best to be done. Meanwhile, till farther notice, observe, Roland, that + the Queen is in a state of torpor—that Lady Fleming is indisposed—that + character” (speaking in a lower tone) “will suit her best, and save her + wits some labour in vain. I am not so much indisposed, thou + understandest.” + </p> + <p> + “And I?” said the page— + </p> + <p> + “You?” replied Catherine, “you are quite well—who thinks it worth + while to poison puppy-dogs or pages?” + </p> + <p> + “Does this levity become the time?” asked the page. + </p> + <p> + “It does, it does,” answered Catherine Seyton; “if the Queen approves, I + see plainly how this disconcerted attempt may do us good service.” + </p> + <p> + She went to work while she spoke, eagerly assisted by Roland. The + breakfast table soon displayed the appearance as if the meal had been + eaten as usual; and the ladies retired as softly as possible into the + Queen's sleeping apartment. At a new summons of the Lady Lochleven, the + page undid the door, and admitted her into the anteroom, asking her pardon + for having withstood her, alleging in excuse, that the Queen had fallen + into a heavy slumber since she had broken her fast. + </p> + <p> + “She has eaten and drunken, then?” said the Lady of Lochleven. + </p> + <p> + “Surely,” replied the page, “according to her Grace's ordinary custom, + unless upon the fasts of the church.” + </p> + <p> + “The jar,” she said, hastily examining it, “it is empty—drank the + Lady Mary the whole of this water?” + </p> + <p> + “A large part, madam; and I heard the Lady Catherine Seyton jestingly + upbraid the Lady Mary Fleming with having taken more than a just share of + what remained, so that but little fell to her own lot.” + </p> + <p> + “And are they well in health?” said the Lady of Lochleven. + </p> + <p> + “Lady Fleming,” said the page, “complains of lethargy, and looks duller + than usual; and the Lady Catherine of Seyton feels her head somewhat more + giddy than is her wont.” + </p> + <p> + He raised his voice a little as he said these words, to apprise the ladies + of the part assigned to each of them, and not, perhaps, without the wish + of conveying to the ears of Catherine the page-like jest which lurked in + the allotment. + </p> + <p> + “I will enter the Queen's bedchamber,” said the Lady of Lochleven; “my + business is express.” + </p> + <p> + As she advanced to the door, the voice of Catherine Seyton was heard from + within—“No one can enter here—the Queen sleeps.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not be controlled, young lady,” replied the Lady of Lochleven; + “there is, I wot, no inner bar, and I will enter in your despite.” + </p> + <p> + “There is, indeed, no inner bar,” answered Catherine, firmly, “but there + are the staples where that bar should be; and into those staples have I + thrust mine arm, like an ancestress of your own, when, better employed + than the Douglasses of our days, she thus defended the bedchamber of her + sovereign against murderers. Try your force, then, and see whether a + Seyton cannot rival in courage a maiden of the house of Douglas.” + </p> + <p> + “I dare not attempt the pass at such risk,” said the Lady of Lochleven: + “Strange, that this Princess, with all that justly attaches to her as + blameworthy, should preserve such empire over the minds of her attendants.—Damsel, + I give thee my honour that I come for the Queen's safety and advantage. + Awaken her, if thou lovest her, and pray her leave that I may enter—I + will retire from the door the whilst.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou wilt not awaken the Queen?” said the Lady Fleming. + </p> + <p> + “What choice have we?” said the ready-witted maiden, “unless you deem it + better to wait till the Lady Lochleven herself plays lady of the + bedchamber. Her fit of patience will not last long, and the Queen must be + prepared to meet her.” + </p> + <p> + “But thou wilt bring back her Grace's fit by thus disturbing her.” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven forbid!” replied Catherine; “but if so, it must pass for an effect + of the poison. I hope better things, and that the Queen will be able when + she wakes to form her own judgment in this terrible crisis. Meanwhile, do + thou, dear Lady Fleming, practise to look as dull and heavy as the + alertness of thy spirit will permit.” + </p> + <p> + Catherine kneeled by the side of the Queen's bed, and, kissing her hand + repeatedly, succeeded at last in awakening without alarming her. She + seemed surprised to find that she was ready dressed, but sate up in her + bed, and appeared so perfectly composed, that Catherine Seyton, without + farther preamble, judged it safe to inform her of the predicament in which + they were placed. Mary turned pale, and crossed herself again and again, + when she heard the imminent danger in which she had stood. But, like the + Ulysses of Homer, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + —Hardly waking yet, + Sprung in her mind the momentary wit, +</pre> + <p> + and she at once understood her situation, with the dangers and advantages + that attended it. + </p> + <p> + “We cannot do better,” she said, after her hasty conference with + Catherine, pressing her at the same time to her bosom, and kissing her + forehead; “we cannot do better than to follow the scheme so happily + devised by thy quick wit and bold affection. Undo the door to the Lady + Lochleven—She shall meet her match in art, though not in perfidy. + Fleming, draw close the curtain, and get thee behind it—thou art a + better tire-woman than an actress; do but breathe heavily, and, if thou + wilt, groan slightly, and it will top thy part. Hark! they come. Now, + Catherine of Medicis, may thy spirit inspire me, for a cold northern brain + is too blunt for this scene!” + </p> + <p> + Ushered by Catherine Seyton, and stepping as light as she could, the Lady + Lochleven was shown into the twilight apartment, and conducted to the side + of the couch, where Mary, pallid and exhausted from a sleepless night, and + the subsequent agitation of the morning, lay extended so listlessly as + might well confirm the worst fears of her hostess. + </p> + <p> + “Now, God forgive us our sins!” said the Lady of Lochleven, forgetting her + pride, and throwing herself on her knees by the side of the bed; “It is + too true—she is murdered!” + </p> + <p> + “Who is in the chamber?” said Mary, as if awaking from a heavy sleep. + “Seyton, Fleming, where are you? I heard a strange voice. Who waits?—Call + Courcelles.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! her memory is at Holyrood, though her body is at Lochleven.—Forgive, + madam,” continued the Lady, “if I call your attention to me—I am + Margaret Erskine, of the house of Mar, by marriage Lady Douglas of + Lochleven.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, our gentle hostess,” answered the Queen, “who hath such care of our + lodgings and of our diet—We cumber you too much and too long, good + Lady of Lochleven; but we now trust your task of hospitality is well-nigh + ended.” + </p> + <p> + “Her words go like a knife through my heart,” said the Lady of Lochleven—“With + a breaking heart, I pray your Grace to tell me what is your ailment, that + aid may be had, if there be yet time.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, my ailment,” replied the Queen, “is nothing worth telling, or worth + a leech's notice—my limbs feel heavy—my heart feels cold—a + prisoner's limbs and heart are rarely otherwise—fresh air, methinks, + and freedom, would soon revive me; but as the Estates have ordered it, + death alone can break my prison-doors.” + </p> + <p> + “Were it possible, madam,” said the Lady, “that your liberty could restore + your perfect health, I would myself encounter the resentment of the Regent—of + my son, Sir William—of my whole friends, rather than you should meet + your fate in this castle.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! madam,” said the Lady Fleming, who conceived the time propitious to + show that her own address had been held too lightly of; “it is but trying + what good freedom may work upon us; for myself, I think a free walk on the + greensward would do me much good at heart.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady of Lochleven rose from the bedside, and darted a penetrating look + at the elder valetudinary. “Are you so evil-disposed, Lady Fleming?” + </p> + <p> + “Evil-disposed indeed, madam,” replied the court dame, “and more + especially since breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + “Help! help!” exclaimed Catherine, anxious to break off a conversation + which boded her schemes no good; “help! I say, help! the Queen is about to + pass away. Aid her, Lady Lochleven, if you be a woman!” + </p> + <p> + The Lady hastened to support the Queen's head, who, turning her eyes + towards her with an air of great languor, exclaimed, “Thanks, my dearest + Lady of Lochleven—notwithstanding some passages of late, I have + never misconstrued or misdoubted your affection to our house. It was + proved, as I have heard, before I was born.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady Lochleven sprung from the floor, on which she had again knelt, + and, having paced the apartment in great disorder, flung open the lattice, + as if to get air. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Our Lady forgive me!” said Catherine to herself. “How deep must the + love of sarcasm, be implanted in the breasts of us women, since the Queen, + with all her sense, will risk ruin rather than rein in her wit!” She then + adventured, stooping over the Queen's person, to press her arm with her + hand, saying, at the same time, “For God's sake, madam, restrain + yourself!” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art too forward, maiden,” said the Queen; but immediately added, in + a low whisper, “Forgive me, Catherine; but when I felt the hag's murderous + hands busy about my head and neck, I felt such disgust and hatred, that I + must have said something, or died. But I will be schooled to better + behaviour—only see that thou let her not touch me.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, God be praised!” said the Lady Lochleven, withdrawing her head from + the window, “the boat comes as fast as sail and oar can send wood through + water. It brings the leech and a female—certainly, from the + appearance, the very person I was in quest of. Were she but well out of + this castle, with our honour safe, I would that she were on the top of the + wildest mountain in Norway; or I would I had been there myself, ere I had + undertaken this trust.” + </p> + <p> + While she thus expressed herself, standing apart at one window, Roland + Graeme, from the other, watched the boat bursting through the waters of + the lake, which glided from its side in ripple and in foam. He, too, + became sensible, that at the stern was seated the medical Chamberlain, + clad in his black velvet cloak; and that his own relative, Magdalen + Graeme, in her assumed character of Mother Nieneven, stood in the bow, her + hands clasped together, and pointed towards the castle, and her attitude, + even at that distance, expressing enthusiastic eagerness to arrive at the + landing-place. They arrived there accordingly, and while the supposed + witch was detained in a room beneath, the physician was ushered to the + Queen's apartment, which he entered with all due professional solemnity. + Catherine had, in the meanwhile, fallen back from the Queen's bed, and + taken an opportunity to whisper to Roland, “Methinks, from the information + of the threadbare velvet cloak and the solemn beard, there would be little + trouble in haltering yonder ass. But thy grandmother, Roland—thy + grandmother's zeal will ruin us, if she get not a hint to dissemble.” + </p> + <p> + Roland, without reply, glided towards the door of the apartment, crossed + the parlour, and safely entered the antechamber; but when he attempted to + pass farther, the word “Back! Back!” echoed from one to the other, by two + men armed with carabines, convinced him that the Lady of Lochleven's + suspicions had not, even in the midst of her alarms, been so far lulled to + sleep as to omit the precaution of stationing sentinels on her prisoners. + He was compelled, therefore, to return to the parlour, or + audience-chamber, in which he found the Lady of the castle in conference + with her learned leech. + </p> + <p> + “A truce with your cant phrase and your solemn foppery, Lundin,” in such + terms she accosted the man of art, “and let me know instantly, if thou + canst tell, whether this lady hath swallowed aught that is less than + wholesome?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but, good lady—honoured patroness—to whom I am alike + bonds-man in my medical and official capacity, deal reasonably with me. If + this, mine illustrious patient, will not answer a question, saving with + sighs and moans—if that other honourable lady will do nought but + yawn in my face when I inquire after the diagnostics—and if that + other young damsel, who I profess is a comely maiden—” + </p> + <p> + “Talk not to me of comeliness or of damsels,” said the Lady of Lochleven, + “I say, are they evil-disposed?—In one word, man, have they taken + poison, ay or no?” + </p> + <p> + “Poisons, madam,” said the learned leech, “are of various sorts. There is + your animal poison, as the lepus marinus, as mentioned by Dioscorides and + Galen—there are mineral and semi-mineral poisons, as those + compounded of sublimate regulus of antimony, vitriol, and the arsenical + salts—there are your poisons from herbs and vegetables, as the aqua + cymbalariae, opium, aconitum, cantharides, and the like—there are + also—” + </p> + <p> + “Now, out upon thee for a learned fool! and I myself am no better for + expecting an oracle from such a log,” said the Lady. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but if your ladyship will have patience—if I knew what food + they have partaken of, or could see but the remnants of what they have + last eaten—for as to the external and internal symptoms, I can + discover nought like; for, as Galen saith in his second book <i>de + Antidotis</i>—” + </p> + <p> + “Away, fool!” said the Lady; “send me that hag hither; she shall avouch + what it was that she hath given to the wretch Dryfesdale, or the + pilniewinks and thumbikins shall wrench it out of her finger joints!” + </p> + <p> + “Art hath no enemy unless the ignorant,” said the mortified Doctor; + veiling, however, his remark under the Latin version, and stepping apart + into a corner to watch the result. + </p> + <p> + In a minute or two Magdalen Graeme entered the apartment, dressed as we + have described her at the revel, but with her muffler thrown back, and all + affectation of disguise. She was attended by two guards, of whose presence + she did not seem even to be conscious, and who followed her with an air of + embarrassment and timidity, which was probably owing to their belief in + her supernatural power, coupled with the effect produced by her bold and + undaunted demeanour. She confronted the Lady of Lochleven, who seemed to + endure with high disdain the confidence of her air and manner. + </p> + <p> + “Wretched woman!” said the Lady, after essaying for a moment to bear her + down, before she addressed her, by the stately severity of her look, “what + was that powder which thou didst give to a servant of this house, by name + Jasper Dryfesdale, that he might work out with it some slow and secret + vengeance?—Confess its nature and properties, or, by the honour of + Douglas, I give thee to fire and stake before the sun is lower!” + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” said Magdalen Graeme in reply, “and when became a Douglas or a + Douglas's man so unfurnished in his revenge, that he should seek them at + the hands of a poor and solitary woman? The towers in which your captives + pine away into unpitied graves, yet stand fast on their foundation—the + crimes wrought in them have not yet burst their vaults asunder—your + men have still their cross-bows, pistolets, and daggers—why need you + seek to herbs or charms for the execution of your revenges?” + </p> + <p> + “Hear me, foul hag,” said the Lady Lochleven,—“but what avails + speaking to thee?—Bring Dryfesdale hither, and let them be + confronted together.” + </p> + <p> + “You may spare your retainers the labour,” replied Magdalen Graeme. “I + came not here to be confronted with a base groom, nor to answer the + interrogatories of James's heretical leman—I came to speak with the + Queen of Scotland—Give place there!” + </p> + <p> + And while the Lady Lochleven stood confounded at her boldness, and at the + reproach she had cast upon her, Magdalen Graeme strode past her into the + bedchamber of the Queen, and, kneeling on the floor, made a salutation as + if, in the Oriental fashion, she meant to touch the earth with her + forehead. + </p> + <p> + “Hail, Princess!” she said, “hail, daughter of many a King, but graced + above them all in that thou art called to suffer for the true faith—hail + to thee, the pure gold of whose crown has been tried in the seven-times + heated furnace of affliction—hear the comfort which God and Our Lady + send thee by the mouth of thy unworthy servant.—But first”—and + stooping her head she crossed herself repeatedly, and, still upon her + knees, appeared to be rapidly reciting some formula of devotion. + </p> + <p> + “Seize her, and drag her to the massy-more!—to the deepest dungeon + with the sorceress, whose master, the Devil, could alone have inspired her + with boldness enough to insult the mother of Douglas in his own castle!” + </p> + <p> + Thus spoke the incensed Lady of Lochleven, but the physician presumed to + interpose. + </p> + <p> + “I pray of you, honoured madam, she be permitted to take her course + without interruption. Peradventure we shall learn something concerning the + nostrum she hath ventured, contrary to law and the rules of art, to + adhibit to these ladies, through the medium of the steward Dryfesdale.” + </p> + <p> + “For a fool,” replied the Lady of Lochleven, “thou hast counselled wisely—I + will bridle my resentment till their conference be over.” + </p> + <p> + “God forbid, honoured Lady,” said Doctor Lundin, “that you should suppress + it longer—nothing may more endanger the frame of your honoured body; + and truly, if there be witchcraft in this matter, it is held by the + vulgar, and even by solid authors on Demonology, that three scruples of + the ashes of the witch, when she hath been well and carefully burned at a + stake, is a grand Catholicon in such matter, even as they prescribe <i>crinis + canis rabidi</i>, a hair of the dog that bit the patient, in cases of + hydrophobia. I warrant neither treatment, being out of the regular + practice of the schools; but, in the present case, there can be little + harm in trying the conclusion upon this old necromancer and quacksalver-<i>fiat + experimentum</i> (as we say) <i>in corpore vili</i>.” + </p> + <p> + “Peace, fool!” said the Lady, “she is about to speak.” + </p> + <p> + At that moment Magdalen Graeme arose from her knees, and turned her + countenance on the Queen, at the same time advancing her foot, extending + her arm, and assuming the mien and attitude of a Sibyl in frenzy. As her + gray hair floated back from beneath her coif, and her eye gleamed fire + from under its shaggy eyebrow, the effect of her expressive though + emaciated features, was heightened by an enthusiasm approaching to + insanity, and her appearance struck with awe all who were present. Her + eyes for a time glanced wildly around as if seeking for something to aid + her in collecting her powers of expression, and her lips had a nervous and + quivering motion, as those of one who would fain speak, yet rejects as + inadequate the words which present themselves. Mary herself caught the + infection as if by a sort of magnetic influence, and raising herself from + her bed, without being able to withdraw her eyes from those of Magdalen, + waited as if for the oracle of a Pythoness. She waited not long, for no + sooner had the enthusiast collected herself, than her gaze became + instantly steady, her features assumed a determined energy, and when she + began to speak, the words flowed from her with a profuse fluency, which + might have passed for inspiration, and which, perhaps, she herself mistook + for such. + </p> + <p> + “Arise,” she said, “Queen of France and of England! Arise, Lioness of + Scotland, and be not dismayed though the nets of the hunters have + encircled thee! Stoop not to feign with the false ones, whom thou shall + soon meet in the field. The issue of battle is with the God of armies, but + by battle thy cause shall be tried. Lay aside, then, the arts of lower + mortals, and assume those which become a Queen! True defender of the only + true faith, the armoury of heaven is open to thee! Faithful daughter of + the Church, take the keys of St. Peter, to bind and to loose!—Royal + Princess of the land, take the sword of St. Paul, to smite and to shear! + There is darkness in thy destiny;—but not in these towers, not under + the rule of their haughty mistress, shall that destiny be closed—In + other lands the lioness may crouch to the power of the tigress, but not in + her own—not in Scotland shall the Queen of Scotland long remain + captive—nor is the fate of the royal Stuart in the hands of the + traitor Douglas. Let the Lady of Lochleven double her bolts and deepen her + dungeons, they shall not retain thee—each element shall give thee + its assistance ere thou shalt continue captive—the land shall lend + its earthquakes, the water its waves, the air its tempests, the fire its + devouring flames, to desolate this house, rather than it shall continue + the place of thy captivity.—Hear this, and tremble, all ye who fight + against the light, for she says it, to whom it hath been assured!” + </p> + <p> + She was silent, and the astonished physician said, “If there was ever an + <i>Energumene,</i> or possessed demoniac, in our days, there is a devil + speaking with that woman's tongue!” + </p> + <p> + “Practice,” said the Lady of Lochleven, recovering her surprise; “here is + all practice and imposture—To the dungeon with her!” + </p> + <p> + “Lady of Lochleven,” said Mary, arising from her bed, and coming forward + with her wonted dignity, “ere you make arrest on any one in our presence, + hear me but one word. I have done you some wrong—I believed you + privy to the murderous purpose of your vassal, and I deceived you in + suffering you to believe it had taken effect. I did you wrong, Lady of + Lochleven, for I perceive your purpose to aid me was sincere. We tasted + not of the liquid, nor are we now sick, save that we languish for our + freedom.” + </p> + <p> + “It is avowed like Mary of Scotland,” said Magdalen Graeme; “and know, + besides, that had the Queen drained the drought to the dregs, it was + harmless as the water from a sainted spring. Trow ye, proud woman,” she + added, addressing herself to the Lady of Lochleven, “that I—I—would + have been the wretch to put poison into the hands of a servant or vassal + of the house of Lochleven, knowing whom that house contained? as soon + would I have furnished drug to slay my own daughter!” + </p> + <p> + “Am I thus bearded in mine own castle?” said the Lady; “to the dungeon + with her!—she shall abye what is due to the vender of poisons and + practiser of witchcraft.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet hear me for an instant, Lady of Lochleven,” said Mary; “and do you,” + to Magdalen, “be silent at my command.—Your steward, lady, has by + confession attempted my life, and those of my household, and this woman + hath done her best to save them, by furnishing him with what was harmless, + in place of the fatal drugs which he expected. Methinks I propose to you + but a fair exchange when I say I forgive your vassal with all my heart, + and leave vengeance to God, and to his conscience, so that you also + forgive the boldness of this woman in your presence; for we trust you do + not hold it as a crime, that she substituted an innocent beverage for the + mortal poison which was to have drenched our cup.” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven forfend, madam,” said the Lady, “that I should account that a + crime which saved the house of Douglas from a foul breach of honour and + hospitality! We have written to our son touching our vassal's delict, and + he must abide his doom, which will most likely be death. Touching this + woman, her trade is damnable by Scripture, and is mortally punished by the + wise laws of our ancestry—she also must abide her doom.” + </p> + <p> + “And have I then,” said the Queen, “no claim on the house of Lochleven for + the wrong I have so nearly suffered within their walls? I ask but in + requital, the life of a frail and aged woman, whose brain, as yourself may + judge, seems somewhat affected by years and suffering.” + </p> + <p> + “If the Lady Mary,” replied the inflexible Lady of Lochleven, “hath been + menaced with wrong in the house of Douglas, it may be regarded as some + compensation, that her complots have cost that house the exile of a valued + son.” + </p> + <p> + “Plead no more for me, my gracious Sovereign,” said Magdalen Graeme, “nor + abase yourself to ask so much as a gray hair of my head at her hands. I + knew the risk at which I served my Church and my Queen, and was ever + prompt to pay my poor life as the ransom. It is a comfort to think, that + in slaying me, or in restraining my freedom, or even in injuring that + single gray hair, the house, whose honour she boasts so highly, will have + filled up the measure of their shame by the breach of their solemn written + assurance of safety.”—And taking from her bosom a paper, she handed + it to the Queen. + </p> + <p> + “It is a solemn assurance of safety in life and limb,” said Queen Mary, + “with space to come and go, under the hand and seal of the Chamberlain of + Kinross, granted to Magdalen Graeme, commonly called Mother Nicneven, in + consideration of her consenting to put herself, for the space of + twenty-four hours, if required, within the iron gate of the Castle of + Lochleven.” + </p> + <p> + “Knave!” said the Lady, turning to the Chamberlain, “how dared you grant + her such a protection?” + </p> + <p> + “It was by your Ladyship's orders, transmitted by Randal, as he can bear + witness,” replied Doctor Lundin; “nay, I am only like the pharmacopolist, + who compounds the drugs after the order of the mediciner.” + </p> + <p> + “I remember—I remember,” answered the Lady; “but I meant the + assurance only to be used in case, by residing in another jurisdiction, + she could not have been apprehended under our warrant.” + </p> + <p> + “Nevertheless,” said the Queen, “the Lady of Lochleven is bound by the + action of her deputy in granting the assurance.” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” replied the Lady, “the house of Douglas have never broken their + safe-conduct, and never will—too deeply did they suffer by such a + breach of trust, exercised on themselves, when your Grace's ancestor, the + second James, in defiance of the rights of hospitality, and of his own + written assurance of safety, poniarded the brave Earl of Douglas with his + own hand, and within two yards of the social board, at which he had just + before sat the King of Scotland's honoured guest.” + </p> + <p> + “Methinks,” said the Queen, carelessly, “in consideration of so very + recent and enormous a tragedy, which I think only chanced some six-score + years agone, the Douglasses should have shown themselves less tenacious of + the company of their sovereigns, than you, Lady of Lochleven, seem to be + of mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Let Randal,” said the Lady, “take the hag back to Kinross, and set her at + full liberty, discharging her from our bounds in future, on peril of her + head.—And let your wisdom,” to the Chamberlain, “keep her company. + And fear not for your character, though I send you in such company; for, + granting her to be a witch, it would be a waste of fagots to burn you for + a wizard.” + </p> + <p> + The crest-fallen Chamberlain was preparing to depart; but Magdalen Graeme, + collecting herself, was about to reply, when the Queen interposed, saying, + “Good mother, we heartily thank you for your unfeigned zeal towards our + person, and pray you, as our liege-woman, that you abstain from whatever + may lead you into personal danger; and, farther, it is our will that you + depart without a word of farther parley with any one in this castle. For + thy present guerdon, take this small reliquary—it was given to us by + our uncle the Cardinal, and hath had the benediction of the Holy Father + himself;—and now depart in peace and in silence.—For you, + learned sir,” continued the Queen, advancing to the Doctor, who made his + reverence in a manner doubly embarrassed by the awe of the Queen's + presence, which made him fear to do too little, and by the apprehension of + his lady's displeasure, in case he should chance to do too much—“for + you, learned sir, as it was not your fault, though surely our own good + fortune, that we did not need your skill at this time, it would not become + us, however circumstanced, to suffer our leech to leave us without such + guerdon as we can offer.” + </p> + <p> + With these words, and with the grace which never forsook her, though, in + the present case, there might lurk under it a little gentle ridicule, she + offered a small embroidered purse to the Chamberlain, who, with extended + hand and arched back, his learned face stooping until a physiognomist + might have practised the metoposcopical science upon it, as seen from + behind betwixt his gambadoes, was about to accept of the professional + recompense offered by so fair as well as illustrious a hand. But the Lady + interposed, and, regarding the Chamberlain, said aloud, “No servant of our + house, without instantly relinquishing that character, and incurring + withal our highest displeasure, shall dare receive any gratuity at the + hand of the Lady Mary.” + </p> + <p> + Sadly and slowly the Chamberlain raised his depressed stature into the + perpendicular attitude, and left the apartment dejectedly, followed by + Magdalen Graeme, after, with mute but expressive gesture, she had kissed + the reliquary with which the Queen had presented her, and, raising her + clasped hands and uplifted eyes towards Heaven, had seemed to entreat a + benediction upon the royal dame. As she left the castle, and went towards + the quay where the boat lay, Roland Graeme, anxious to communicate with + her if possible, threw himself in her way, and might have succeeded in + exchanging a few words with her, as she was guarded only by the dejected + Chamberlain and his halberdiers, but she seemed to have taken, in its most + strict and literal acceptation, the command to be silent which she had + received from the Queen; for, to the repeated signs of her grandson, she + only replied by laying her finger on her lip. Dr. Lundin was not so + reserved. Regret for the handsome gratuity, and for the compulsory task of + self-denial imposed on him, had grieved the spirit of that worthy officer + and learned mediciner—“Even thus, my friend,” said he, squeezing the + page's hand as he bade him farewell, “is merit rewarded. I came to cure + this unhappy Lady—and I profess she well deserves the trouble, for, + say what they will of her, she hath a most winning manner, a sweet voice, + a gracious smile, and a most majestic wave of her hand. If she was not + poisoned, say, my dear Master Roland, was that fault of mine, I being + ready to cure her if she had?—and now I am denied the permission to + accept my well-earned honorarium—O Galen! O Hippocrates! is the + graduate's cap and doctor's scarlet brought to this pass! <i>Frustra + fatigamus remediis aegros!</i>” + </p> + <p> + He wiped his eyes, stepped on the gunwale, and the boat pushed off from + the shore, and went merrily across the lake, which was dimpled by the + summer wind. [Footnote: A romancer, to use a Scottish phrase, wants but a + hair to make a tether of. The whole detail of the steward's supposed + conspiracy against the life of Mary, is grounded upon an expression in one + of her letters, which affirms, that Jasper Dryfesdale, one of the Laird of + Lochleven's servants, had threatened to murder William Douglas, (for his + share in the Queen's escape,) and averred that he would plant a dagger in + Mary's own heart.—CHALMER'S <i>Life of Queen Mary</i>, vol. i. p. + 278.] + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Thirty-Third. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Death distant?—No, alas! he's ever with us, + And shakes the dart at us in all our actings: + He lurks within our cup, while we're in health; + Sits by our sick-bed, mocks our medicines; + We cannot walk, or sit, or ride, or travel, + But Death is by to seize us when he lists. + THE SPANISH FATHER. +</pre> + <p> + From the agitating scene in the Queen's presence-chamber, the Lady of + Lochleven retreated to her own apartment, and ordered the steward to be + called before her. + </p> + <p> + “Have they not disarmed thee, Dryfesdale?” she said, on seeing him enter, + accoutred, as usual, with sword and dagger. + </p> + <p> + “No!” replied the old man; “how should they?—Your ladyship, when you + commanded me to ward, said nought of laying down my arms; and, I think + none of your menials, without your order, or your son's, dare approach + Jasper Dryfesdale for such a purpose.—Shall I now give up my sword + to you?—it is worth little now, for it has fought for your house + till it is worn down to old iron, like the pantler's old chipping knife.” + </p> + <p> + “You have attempted a deadly crime—poison under trust.” + </p> + <p> + “Under trust?—hem!—I know not what your ladyship thinks of it, + but the world without thinks the trust was given you even for that very + end; and you would have been well off had it been so ended as I proposed, + and you neither the worse nor the wiser.” + </p> + <p> + “Wretch!” exclaimed the lady, “and fool as well as villain, who could not + even execute the crime he had planned!” + </p> + <p> + “I bid as fair for it as man could,” replied Dryfesdale; “I went to a + woman—a witch and a Papist—If I found not poison, it was + because it was otherwise predestined. I tried fair for it; but the + half-done job may be clouted, if you will.” + </p> + <p> + “Villain! I am even now about to send off an express messenger to my son, + to take order how thou shouldst be disposed of. Prepare thyself for death, + if thou canst.” + </p> + <p> + “He that looks on death, Lady,” answered Dryfesdale, “as that which he may + not shun, and which has its own fixed and certain hour, is ever prepared + for it. He that is hanged in May will eat no flaunes [footnote: Pancakes] + in midsummer—so there is the moan made for the old serving-man. But + whom, pray I, send you on so fair an errand?” + </p> + <p> + “There will be no lack of messengers,” answered his mistress. + </p> + <p> + “By my hand, but there will,” replied the old man; “your castle is but + poorly manned, considering the watches that you must keep, having this + charge—There is the warder, and two others, whom you discarded for + tampering with Master George; then for the warder's tower, the bailie, the + donjon—five men mount each guard, and the rest must sleep for the + most part in their clothes. To send away another man, were to harass the + sentinels to death—unthrifty misuse for a household. To take in new + soldiers were dangerous, the charge requiring tried men. I see but one + thing for it—I will do your errand to Sir William Douglas myself.” + </p> + <p> + “That were indeed a resource!—And on what day within twenty years + would it be done?” said the Lady. + </p> + <p> + “Even with the speed of man and horse,” said Dryfesdale; “for though I + care not much about the latter days of an old serving-man's life, yet I + would like to know as soon as may be, whether my neck is mine own or the + hangman's.” + </p> + <p> + “Holdest thou thy own life so lightly?” said the Lady. + </p> + <p> + “Else I had reckoned more of that of others,” said the predestinarian—“What + is death?—it is but ceasing to live—And what is living?—a + weary return of light and darkness, sleeping and waking, being hungered + and eating. Your dead man needs neither candle nor can, neither fire nor + feather-bed; and the joiner's chest serves him for an eternal + frieze-jerkin.” + </p> + <p> + “Wretched man! believest thou not that after death comes the judgment?” + </p> + <p> + “Lady,” answered Dryfesdale, “as my mistress, I may not dispute your + words; but, as spiritually speaking, you are still but a burner of bricks + in Egypt, ignorant of the freedom of the saints; for, as was well shown to + me by that gifted man, Nicolaus Schoefferbach, who was martyred by the + bloody Bishop of Munster, he cannot sin who doth but execute that which is + predestined, since—” + </p> + <p> + “Silence!” said the Lady, interrupting him,—“Answer me not with thy + bold and presumptuous blasphemy, but hear me. Thou hast been long the + servant of our house—” + </p> + <p> + “The born servant of the Douglas—they have had the best of me—I + served them since I left Lockerbie: I was then ten years old, and you may + soon add the threescore to it.” + </p> + <p> + “Thy foul attempt has miscarried, so thou art guilty only in intention. It + were a deserved deed to hang thee on the warder's tower; and yet in thy + present mind, it were but giving a soul to Satan. I take thine offer, then—Go + hence—here is my packet—I will add to it but a line, to desire + him to send me a faithful servant or two to complete the garrison. Let my + son deal with you as he will. If thou art wise, thou wilt make for + Lockerbie so soon as thy foot touches dry land, and let the packet find + another bearer; at all rates, look it miscarries not.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, madam,” replied he—“I was born, as I said, the Douglas's + servant, and I will be no corbie-messenger in mine old age—your + message to your son shall be done as truly by me as if it concerned + another man's neck. I take my leave of your honour.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady issued her commands, and the old man was ferried over to the + shore, to proceed on his extraordinary pilgrimage. It is necessary the + reader should accompany him on his journey, which Providence had + determined should not be of long duration. + </p> + <p> + On arriving at the village, the steward, although his disgrace had + transpired, was readily accommodated with a horse, by the Chamberlain's + authority; and the roads being by no means esteemed safe, he associated + himself with Auchtermuchty, the common carrier, in order to travel in his + company to Edinburgh. + </p> + <p> + The worthy waggoner, according to the established customs of all carriers, + stage-coachmen, and other persons in public authority, from the earliest + days to the present, never wanted good reasons for stopping upon the road, + as often as he would; and the place which had most captivation for him as + a resting-place was a change-house, as it was termed, not very distant + from a romantic dell, well known by the name of Keirie Craigs. Attractions + of a kind very different from those which arrested the progress of John + Auchtermuchty and his wains, still continue to hover round this romantic + spot, and none has visited its vicinity without a desire to remain long + and to return soon. + </p> + <p> + Arrived near his favourite <i>howss</i>, not all the authority of + Dryfesdale (much diminished indeed by the rumours of his disgrace) could + prevail on the carrier, obstinate as the brutes which he drove, to pass on + without his accustomed halt, for which the distance he had travelled + furnished little or no pretence. Old Keltie, the landlord, who had + bestowed his name on a bridge in the neighbourhood of his quondam + dwelling, received the carrier with his usual festive cordiality, and + adjourned with him into the house, under pretence of important business, + which, I believe, consisted in their emptying together a mutchkin stoup of + usquebaugh. While the worthy host and his guest were thus employed, the + discarded steward, with a double portion of moroseness in his gesture and + look, walked discontentedly into the kitchen of the place, which was + occupied but by one guest. The stranger was a slight figure, scarce above + the age of boyhood, and in the dress of a page, but bearing an air of + haughty aristocratic boldness and even insolence in his look and manner, + that might have made Dryfesdale conclude he had pretensions to superior + rank, had not his experience taught him how frequently these airs of + superiority were assumed by the domestics and military retainers of the + Scottish nobility.—“The pilgrim's morning to you, old sir,” said the + youth; “you come, as I think, from Lochleven Castle—What news of our + bonny Queen?—a fairer dove was never pent up in so wretched a + dovecot.” + </p> + <p> + “They that speak of Lochleven, and of those whom its walls contain,” + answered Dryfesdale, “speak of what concerns the Douglas; and they who + speak of what concerns the Douglas, do it at their peril.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you speak from fear of them, old man, or would you make a quarrel for + them?—I should have deemed your age might have cooled your blood.” + </p> + <p> + “Never, while there are empty-pated coxcombs at each corner to keep it + warm.” + </p> + <p> + “The sight of thy gray hairs keeps mine cold,” said the boy, who had risen + up and now sat down again. + </p> + <p> + “It is well for thee, or I had cooled it with this holly-rod,” replied the + steward. “I think thou be'st one of those swash-bucklers, who brawl in + alehouses and taverns; and who, if words were pikes, and oaths were Andrew + Ferraras, would soon place the religion of Babylon in the land once more, + and the woman of Moab upon the throne.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, by Saint Bennet of Seyton,” said the youth, “I will strike thee on + the face, thou foul-mouthed old railing heretic!” + </p> + <p> + “Saint Bennet of Seyton,” echoed the steward; “a proper warrant is Saint + Bennet's, and for a proper nest of wolf-birds like the Seytons!—I + will arrest thee as a traitor to King James and the good Regent.—Ho! + John Auchtermuchty, raise aid against the King's traitor!” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he laid his hand on the youth's collar, and drew his sword. + John Auchtermuchty looked in, but, seeing the naked weapon, ran faster out + than he entered. Keltie, the landlord, stood by and helped neither party, + only exclaiming, “Gentlemen! gentlemen! for the love of Heaven!” and so + forth. A struggle ensued, in which the young man, chafed at Dryfesdale's + boldness, and unable, with the ease he expected, to extricate himself from + the old man's determined grasp, drew his dagger, and with the speed of + light, dealt him three wounds in the breast and body, the least of which + was mortal. The old man sunk on the ground with a deep groan, and the host + set up a piteous exclamation of surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Peace, ye brawling hound!” said the wounded steward; “are dagger-stabs + and dying men such rarities in Scotland, that you should cry as if the + house were falling?—Youth, I do not forgive thee, for there is + nought betwixt us to forgive. Thou hast done what I have done to more than + one—And I suffer what I have seen them suffer—it was all + ordained to be thus and not otherwise. But if thou wouldst do me right, + thou wilt send this packet safely to the hands of Sir William Douglas; and + see that my memory suffer not, as if I would have loitered on mine errand + for fear of my life.” + </p> + <p> + The youth, whose passion had subsided the instant he had done the deed, + listened with sympathy and attention, when another person, muffled in his + cloak, entered the apartment, and exclaimed—“Good God! Dryfesdale, + and expiring!” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, and Dryfesdale would that he had been dead,” answered the wounded + man, “rather than that his ears had heard the words of the only Douglas + that ever was false—but yet it is better as it is. Good my murderer, + and the rest of you, stand back a little, and let me speak with this + unhappy apostate.—Kneel down by me, Master George—You have + heard that I failed in my attempt to take away that Moabitish + stumbling-block and her retinue—I gave them that which I thought + would have removed the temptation out of thy path—and this, though I + had other reasons to show to thy mother and others, I did chiefly purpose + for love of thee.” + </p> + <p> + “For the love of me, base poisoner!” answered Douglas, “wouldst thou have + committed so horrible, so unprovoked a murder, and mentioned my name with + it?” + </p> + <p> + “And wherefore not, George of Douglas?” answered Dryfesdale. “Breath is + now scarce with me, but I would spend my last gasp on this argument. Hast + thou not, despite the honour thou owest to thy parents, the faith that is + due to thy religion, the truth that is due to thy king, been so carried + away by the charms of this beautiful sorceress, that thou wouldst have + helped her to escape from her prison-house, and lent her thine arm again + to ascend the throne, which she had made a place of abomination?—Nay, + stir not from me—my hand, though fast stiffening, has yet force + enough to hold thee—What dost thou aim at?—to wed this witch + of Scotland?—I warrant thee, thou mayest succeed—her heart and + hand have been oft won at a cheaper rate, than thou, fool that thou art, + would think thyself happy to pay. But, should a servant of thy father's + house have seen thee embrace the fate of the idiot Darnley, or of the + villain Bothwell—the fate of the murdered fool, or of the living + pirate—while an ounce of ratsbane would have saved thee?” + </p> + <p> + “Think on God, Dryfesdale,” said George Douglas, “and leave the utterance + of those horrors—Repent, if thou canst—if not, at least be + silent.—Seyton, aid me to support this dying wretch, that he may + compose himself to better thoughts, if it be possible.” + </p> + <p> + “Seyton!” answered the dying man; “Seyton! Is it by a Seyton's hand that I + fall at last?—There is something of retribution in that—since + the house had nigh lost a sister by my deed.” Fixing his fading eyes on + the youth, he added, “He hath her very features and presence!—Stoop + down, youth, and let me see thee closer—I would know thee when we + meet in yonder world, for homicides will herd together there, and I have + been one.” He pulled Seyton's face, in spite of some resistance, closer to + his own, looked at him fixedly, and added, “Thou hast begun young—thy + career will be the briefer—ay, thou wilt be met with, and that anon—a + young plant never throve that was watered with an old man's blood.—Yet + why blame I thee? Strange turns of fate,” he muttered, ceasing to address + Seyton; “I designed what I could not do, and he has done what he did not + perchance design.—Wondrous, that our will should ever oppose itself + to the strong and uncontrollable tide of destiny—that we should + strive with the stream when we might drift with the current! My brain will + serve me to question it no farther—I would Schoefferbach were here—yet + why?—I am on a course which the vessel can hold without a pilot.—Farewell, + George of Douglas—I die true to thy father's house.” He fell into + convulsions at these words, and shortly after expired. + </p> + <p> + Seyton and Douglas stood looking on the dying man, and when the scene was + closed, the former was the first to speak. “As I live, Douglas, I meant + not this, and am sorry; but he laid hands on me, and compelled me to + defend my freedom, as I best might, with my dagger. If he were ten times + thy friend and follower, I can but say that I am sorry.” + </p> + <p> + “I blame thee not, Seyton,” said Douglas, “though I lament the chance. + There is an overruling destiny above us, though not in the sense in which + it was viewed by that wretched man, who, beguiled by some foreign + mystagogue, used the awful word as the ready apology for whatever he chose + to do—we must examine the packet.” + </p> + <p> + They withdrew into an inner room, and remained deep in consultation, until + they were disturbed by the entrance of Keltie, who, with an embarrassed + countenance, asked Master George Douglas's pleasure respecting the + disposal of the body. “Your honour knows,” he added, “that I make my bread + by living men, not by dead corpses; and old Mr. Dryfesdale, who was but a + sorry customer while he was alive, occupies my public room now that he is + deceased, and can neither call for ale nor brandy.” + </p> + <p> + “Tie a stone round his neck,” said Seyton, “and when the sun is down, have + him to the Loch of Ore, heave him in, and let him alone for finding out + the bottom.” + </p> + <p> + “Under your favour, sir,” said George Douglas, “it shall not be so.—Keltie, + thou art a true fellow to me, and thy having been so shall advantage thee. + Send or take the body to the chapel at Scotland's wall, or to the church + of Ballanry, and tell what tale thou wilt of his having fallen in a brawl + with some unruly guests of thine. Auchtermuchty knows nought else, nor are + the times so peaceful as to admit close-looking into such accounts.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, let him tell the truth,” said Seyton, “so far as it harms not our + scheme.—Say that Henry Seyton met with him, my good fellow;—I + care not a brass bodle for the feud.” + </p> + <p> + “A feud with the Douglas was ever to be feared, however,” said George, + displeasure mingling with his natural deep gravity of manner. + </p> + <p> + “Not when the best of the name is on my side,” replied Seyton. + </p> + <p> + “Alas! Henry, if thou meanest me, I am but half a Douglas in this emprize—half + head, half heart, and half hand.—But I will think on one who can + never be forgotten, and be all, or more, than any of my ancestors was + ever.—Keltie, say it was Henry Seyton did the deed; but beware, not + a word of me!—Let Auchtermuchty carry this packet” (which he had + resealed with his own signet) “to my father at Edinburgh; and here is to + pay for the funeral expenses, and thy loss of custom.” + </p> + <p> + “And the washing of the floor,” said the landlord, “which will be an + extraordinary job; for blood they say, will scarcely ever cleanse out.” + </p> + <p> + “But as for your plan,” said George of Douglas, addressing Seyton, as if + in continuation of what they had been before treating of, “it has a good + face; but, under your favour, you are yourself too hot and too young, + besides other reasons which are much against your playing the part you + propose.” + </p> + <p> + “We will consult the Father Abbot upon it,” said the youth. “Do you ride + to Kinross to-night?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay—so I purpose,” answered Douglas; “the night will be dark, and + suits a muffled man. [Footnote: Generally, a disguised man; originally one + who wears the cloak or mantle muffled round the lower part of the face to + conceal his countenance. I have on an ancient, piece of iron the + representation of a robber thus accoutred, endeavouring to make his way + into a house, and opposed by a mastiff, to whom he in vain offers food. + The motto is <i>spernit dona fides</i>. It is part of a fire-grate said to + have belonged to Archbishop Sharpe.]—Keltie, I forgot, there should + be a stone laid on that man's grave, recording his name, and his only + merit, which was being a faithful servant to the Douglas.” + </p> + <p> + “What religion was the man of?” said Seyton; “he used words, which make me + fear I have sent Satan a subject before his time.” + </p> + <p> + “I can tell you little of that,” said George Douglas; “he was noted for + disliking both Rome and Geneva, and spoke of lights he had learned among + the fierce sectaries of Lower Germany—an evil doctrine it was, if we + judge by the fruits. God keep us from presumptuously judging of Heaven's + secrets!” + </p> + <p> + “Amen!” said the young Seyton, “and from meeting any encounter this + evening.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not thy wont to pray so,” said George Douglas. + </p> + <p> + “No! I leave that to you,” replied the youth, “when you are seized with + scruples of engaging with your father's vassals. But I would fain have + this old man's blood off these hands of mine ere I shed more—I will + confess to the Abbot to-night, and I trust to have light penance for + ridding the earth of such a miscreant. All I sorrow for is, that he was + not a score of years younger—He drew steel first, however, that is + one comfort.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0034" id="link2HCH0034"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Thirty-Fourth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Ay, Pedro,—Come you here with mask and lantern. + Ladder of ropes and other moonshine tools— + Why, youngster, thou mayst cheat the old Duenna, + Flatter the waiting-woman, bribe the valet; + But know, that I her father play the Gryphon, + Tameless and sleepless, proof to fraud or bribe, + And guard the hidden, treasure of her beauty. + THE SPANISH FATHER. +</pre> + <p> + The tenor of our tale carries us back to the Castle of Lochleven, where we + take up the order of events on the same remarkable day on which Dryfesdale + had been dismissed from the castle. It was past noon, the usual hour of + dinner, yet no preparations seemed made for the Queen's entertainment. + Mary herself had retired into her own apartment, where she was closely + engaged in writing. Her attendants were together in the presence-chamber, + and much disposed to speculate on the delay of the dinner; for it may be + recollected that their breakfast had been interrupted. “I believe in my + conscience,” said the page, “that having found the poisoning scheme + miscarry, by having gone to the wrong merchant for their deadly wares, + they are now about to try how famine will work upon us.” + </p> + <p> + Lady Fleming was somewhat alarmed at this surmise, but comforted herself + by observing that the chimney of the kitchen had reeked that whole day in + a manner which contradicted the supposition.—Catherine Seyton + presently exclaimed, “They were bearing the dishes across the court, + marshalled by the Lady Lochleven herself, dressed out in her highest and + stiffest ruff, with her partlet and sleeves of cyprus, and her huge + old-fashioned farthingale of crimson velvet.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe on my word,” said the page, approaching the window also, “it + was in that very farthingale that she captivated the heart of gentle King + Jamie, which procured our poor Queen her precious bargain of a brother.” + </p> + <p> + “That may hardly be, Master Roland,” answered the Lady Fleming, who was a + great recorder of the changes of fashion, “since the farthingales came + first in when the Queen Regent went to Saint Andrews, after the battle of + Pinkie, and were then called <i>Vertugardins</i>—” + </p> + <p> + She would have proceeded farther in this important discussion, but was + interrupted by the entrance of the Lady of Lochleven, who preceded the + servants bearing the dishes, and formally discharged the duty of tasting + each of them. Lady Fleming regretted, in courtly phrase, “that the Lady of + Lochleven should have undertaken so troublesome an office.” + </p> + <p> + “After the strange incident of this day, madam,” said the Lady, “it is + necessary for my honour and that of my son, that I partake whatever is + offered to my involuntary guest. Please to inform the Lady Mary that I + attend her commands.” + </p> + <p> + “Her Majesty,” replied Lady Fleming, with due emphasis on the word, “shall + be informed that the Lady Lochleven waits.” + </p> + <p> + Mary appeared instantly, and addressed her hostess with courtesy, which + even approached to something more cordial. “This is nobly done, Lady + Lochleven,” she said; “for though we ourselves apprehend no danger under + your roof, our ladies have been much alarmed by this morning's chance, and + our meal will be the more cheerful for your presence and assurance. Please + you to sit down.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady Lochleven obeyed the Queen's commands, and Roland performed the + office of carver and attendant as usual. But, notwithstanding what the + Queen had said, the meal was silent and unsocial; and every effort which + Mary made to excite some conversation, died away under the solemn and + chill replies of the Lady of Lochleven. At length it became plain that the + Queen, who had considered these advances as a condescension on her part, + and who piqued herself justly on her powers of pleasing, became offended + at the repulsive conduct of her hostess. After looking with a significant + glance at Lady Fleming and Catherine, she slightly shrugged her shoulders, + and remained silent. A pause ensued, at the end of which the Lady Douglas + spoke:—“I perceive, madam, I am a check on the mirth of this fair + company. I pray you to excuse me—I am a widow—alone here in a + most perilous charge—-deserted by my grandson—betrayed by my + servant—I am little worthy of the grace you do me in offering me a + seat at your table, where I am aware that wit and pastime are usually + expected from the guests.” + </p> + <p> + “If the Lady Lochleven is serious,” said the Queen, “we wonder by what + simplicity she expects our present meals to be seasoned with mirth. If she + is a widow, she lives honoured and uncontrolled, at the head of her late + husband's household. But I know at least of one widowed woman in the + world, before whom the words desertion and betrayal ought never to be + mentioned, since no one has been made so bitterly acquainted with their + import.” + </p> + <p> + “I meant not, madam, to remind you of your misfortunes, by the mention of + mine,” answered the Lady Lochleven, and there was again a deep silence. + </p> + <p> + Mary at length addressed Lady Fleming. “We can commit no deadly sins here, + <i>ma bonne</i>, where we are so well warded and looked to; but if we + could, this Carthusian silence might be useful as a kind of penance. If + thou hast adjusted my wimple amiss, my Fleming, or if Catherine hath made + a wry stitch in her broidery, when she was thinking of something else than + her work, or if Roland Graeme hath missed a wild-duck on the wing, and + broke a quarrel-pane [Footnote: Diamond-shaped; literally, formed like the + head of a <i>quarrel</i>, or arrow for the crossbow.] of glass in the + turret window, as chanced to him a week since, now is the time to think on + your sins and to repent of them.” + </p> + <p> + “Madam, I speak with all reverence,” said the Lady Lochleven; “but I am + old, and claim the privilege of age. Methinks your followers might find + fitter subjects for repentance than the trifles you mention, and so + mention—once more, I crave your pardon—as if you jested with + sin and repentance both.” + </p> + <p> + “You have been our taster, Lady Lochleven,” said the Queen, “I perceive + you would eke out your duty with that of our Father Confessor—and + since you choose that our conversation should be serious, may I ask you + why the Regent's promise—since your son so styles himself—has + not been kept to me in that respect? From time to time this promise has + been renewed, and as constantly broken. Methinks those who pretend + themselves to so much gravity and sanctity, should not debar from others + the religious succours which their consciences require.” + </p> + <p> + “Madam, the Earl of Murray was indeed weak enough,” said the Lady + Lochleven, “to give so far way to your unhappy prejudices, and a + religioner of the Pope presented himself on his part at our town of + Kinross. But the Douglass is Lord of his own castle, and will not permit + his threshold to be darkened, no not for a single moment, by an emissary + belonging to the Bishop of Rome.” + </p> + <p> + “Methinks it were well, then,” said Mary, “that my Lord Regent would send + me where there is less scruple and more charity.” + </p> + <p> + “In this, madam,” answered the Lady Lochleven, “you mistake the nature + both of charity and of religion. Charity giveth to those who are in + delirium the medicaments which may avail their health, but refuses those + enticing cates and liquors which please the palate, but augment the + disease.” + </p> + <p> + “This your charity, Lady Lochleven, is pure cruelty, under the + hypocritical disguise of friendly care. I am oppressed amongst you as if + you meant the destruction both of my body and soul; but Heaven will not + endure such iniquity for ever, and they who are the most active agents in + it may speedily expect their reward.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment Randal entered the apartment, with a look so much + perturbed, that the Lady Fleming uttered a faint scream, the Queen was + obviously startled, and the Lady of Lochleven, though too bold and proud + to evince any marked signs of alarm, asked hastily what was the matter? + </p> + <p> + “Dryfesdale has been slain, madam,” was the reply; “murdered as soon as he + gained the dry land by young Master Henry Seyton.” + </p> + <p> + It was now Catherine's turn to start and grow pale—“Has the murderer + of the Douglas's vassal escaped?” was the Lady's hasty question. + </p> + <p> + “There was none to challenge him but old Keltie, and the carrier + Auchtermuchty,” replied Randal; “unlikely men to stay one of the frackest + [Footnote: Boldest—most forward.] youths in Scotland of his years, + and who was sure to have friends and partakers at no great distance.” + </p> + <p> + “Was the deed completed?” said the Lady. + </p> + <p> + “Done, and done thoroughly,” said Randal; “a Seyton seldom strikes twice—But + the body was not despoiled, and your honour's packet goes forward to + Edinburgh by Auchtermuchty, who leaves Keltie-Bridge early to-morrow—marry, + he has drunk two bottles of aquavitae to put the fright out of his head, + and now sleeps them off beside his cart-avers.” [Footnote: Cart-horses.] + </p> + <p> + There was a pause when this fatal tale was told. The Queen and Lady + Douglas looked on each other, as if each thought how she could best turn + the incident to her own advantage in the controversy, which was + continually kept alive betwixt them—Catherine Seyton kept her + kerchief at her eyes and wept. + </p> + <p> + “You see, madam, the bloody maxims and practice of the deluded Papists,” + said Lady Lochleven. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, madam,” replied the Queen, “say rather you see the deserved judgment + of Heaven upon a Calvinistical poisoner.” + </p> + <p> + “Dryfesdale was not of the Church of Geneva, or of Scotland,” said the + Lady of Lochleven, hastily. + </p> + <p> + “He was a heretic, however,” replied Mary; “there is but one true and + unerring guide; the others lead alike into error.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, madam, I trust it will reconcile you to your retreat, that this + deed shows the temper of those who might wish you at liberty. + Blood-thirsty tyrants, and cruel men-quellers are they all, from the + Clan-Ranald and Clan-Tosach in the north, to the Ferniherst and Buccleuch + in the south—the murdering Seytons in the east, and—” + </p> + <p> + “Methinks, madam, you forget that I am a Seyton?” said Catherine, + withdrawing her kerchief from her face, which was now coloured with + indignation. + </p> + <p> + “If I had forgot it, fair mistress, your forward bearing would have + reminded me,” said Lady Lochleven. + </p> + <p> + “If my brother has slain the villain that would have poisoned his + Sovereign, and his sister,” said Catherine, “I am only so far sorry that + he should have spared the hangman his proper task. For aught farther, had + it been the best Douglas in the land, he would have been honoured in + falling by the Seyton's sword.” + </p> + <p> + “Farewell, gay mistress,” said the Lady of Lochleven, rising to withdraw; + “it is such maidens as you, who make giddy-fashioned revellers and deadly + brawlers. Boys must needs rise, forsooth, in the grace of some sprightly + damsel, who thinks to dance through life as through a French galliard.” + She then made her reverence to the Queen, and added, “Do you also, madam, + fare you well, till curfew time, when I will make, perchance, more bold + than welcome in attending upon your supper board.—Come with me, + Randal, and tell me more of this cruel fact.” + </p> + <p> + “'Tis an extraordinary chance,” said the Queen, when she had departed; + “and, villain as he was, I would this man had been spared time for + repentance. We will cause something to be done for his soul, if we ever + attain our liberty, and the Church will permit such grace to a heretic.—But, + tell me, Catherine, <i>ma mignóne</i>—this brother of thine, who is + so <i>frack</i>, as the fellow called him, bears he the same wonderful + likeness to thee as formerly?” + </p> + <p> + “If your Grace means in temper, you know whether I am so <i>frack</i> as + the serving-man spoke him.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, thou art prompt enough in all reasonable conscience,” replied the + Queen; “but thou art my own darling notwithstanding—But I meant, is + this thy twin-brother as like thee in form and features as formerly? I + remember thy dear mother alleged it as a reason for destining thee to the + veil, that, were ye both to go at large, thou wouldst surely get the + credit of some of thy brother's mad pranks.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe, madam,” said Catherine, “there are some unusually simple + people even yet, who can hardly distinguish betwixt us, especially when, + for diversion's sake, my brother hath taken a female dress,”—and as + she spoke, she gave a quick glance at Roland Graeme, to whom this + conversation conveyed a ray of light, welcome as ever streamed into the + dungeon of a captive through the door which opened to give him freedom. + </p> + <p> + “He must be a handsome cavalier this brother of thine, if he be so like + you,” replied Mary. “He was in France, I think, for these late years, so + that I saw him not at Holyrood.” + </p> + <p> + “His looks, madam, have never been much found fault with,” answered + Catherine Seyton; “but I would he had less of that angry and heady spirit + which evil times have encouraged amongst our young nobles. God knows, I + grudge not his life in your Grace's quarrel; and love him for the + willingness with which he labours for your rescue. But wherefore should he + brawl with an old ruffianly serving-man, and stain at once his name with + such a broil, and his hands with the blood of an old and ignoble wretch?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, be patient, Catherine; I will not have thee traduce my gallant young + knight. With Henry for my knight, and Roland Graeme for my trusty squire, + methinks I am like a princess of romance, who may shortly set at defiance + the dungeons and the weapons of all wicked sorcerers.—But my head + aches with the agitation of the day. Take me <i>La Mer Des Histoires</i>, + and resume where we left off on Wednesday.—Our Lady help thy head, + girl, or rather may she help thy heart!—I asked thee for the Sea of + Histories, and thou hast brought <i>La Cronique d'Amour</i>.” + </p> + <p> + Once embarked upon the Sea of Histories, the Queen continued her labours + with her needle, while Lady Fleming and Catherine read to her alternately + for two hours. + </p> + <p> + As to Roland Graeme, it is probable that he continued in secret intent + upon the Chronicle of Love, notwithstanding the censure which the Queen + seemed to pass upon that branch of study. He now remembered a thousand + circumstances of voice and manner, which, had his own prepossession been + less, must surely have discriminated the brother from the sister; and he + felt ashamed, that, having as it were by heart every particular of + Catherine's gestures, words, and manners, he should have thought her, + notwithstanding her spirits and levity, capable of assuming the bold step, + loud tones, and forward assurance, which accorded well enough with her + brother's hasty and masculine character. He endeavoured repeatedly to + catch a glance of Catherine's eye, that he might judge how she was + disposed to look upon him since he had made the discovery, but he was + unsuccessful; for Catherine, when she was not reading herself, seemed to + take so much interest in the exploits of the Teutonic knights against the + Heathens of Esthonia and Livonia, that he could not surprise her eye even + for a second. But when, closing the book, the Queen commanded their + attendance in the garden, Mary, perhaps of set purpose, (for Roland's + anxiety could not escape so practised an observer,) afforded him a + favourable opportunity of accosting his mistress. The Queen commanded them + to a little distance, while she engaged Lady Fleming in a particular and + private conversation; the subject whereof we learn, from another + authority, to have been the comparative excellence of the high standing + ruff and the falling band. Roland must have been duller, and more sheepish + than ever was youthful lover, if he had not endeavoured to avail himself + of this opportunity. + </p> + <p> + “I have been longing this whole evening to ask of you, fair Catherine,” + said the page, “how foolish and unapprehensive you must have thought me, + in being capable to mistake betwixt your brother and you?” + </p> + <p> + “The circumstance does indeed little honour to my rustic manners,” said + Catherine, “since those of a wild young man were so readily mistaken for + mine. But I shall grow wiser in time; and with that view I am determined + not to think of your follies, but to correct my own.” + </p> + <p> + “It will be the lighter subject of meditation of the two,” said Roland. + </p> + <p> + “I know not that,” said Catherine, very gravely; “I fear we have been both + unpardonably foolish.” + </p> + <p> + “I have been mad,” said Roland, “unpardonably mad. But you, lovely + Catherine—” + </p> + <p> + “I,” said Catherine, in the same tone of unusual gravity, “have too long + suffered you to use such expressions towards me—I fear I can permit + it no longer, and I blame myself for the pain it may give you.” + </p> + <p> + “And what can have happened so suddenly to change our relation to each + other, or alter, with such sudden cruelty, your whole deportment to me?” + </p> + <p> + “I can hardly tell,” replied Catherine, “unless it is that the events of + the day have impressed on my mind the necessity of our observing more + distance to each other. A chance similar to that which betrayed to you the + existence of my brother, may make known to Henry the terms you have used + to me; and, alas! his whole conduct, as well as his deed, this day, makes + me too justly apprehensive of the consequences.” + </p> + <p> + “Fear nothing for that, fair Catherine,” answered the page; “I am well + able to protect myself against risks of that nature.” + </p> + <p> + “That is to say,” replied she, “that you would fight with my twin-brother + to show your regard for his sister? I have heard the Queen say, in her sad + hours, that men are, in love or in hate, the most selfish animals of + creation; and your carelessness in this matter looks very like it. But be + not so much abashed—you are no worse than others.” + </p> + <p> + “You do me injustice, Catherine,” replied the page, “I thought but of + being threatened with a sword, and did not remember in whose hand your + fancy had placed it. If your brother stood before me, with his drawn + weapon in his hand, so like as he is to you in word, person, and favour, + he might shed my life's blood ere I could find in my heart to resist him + to his injury.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” said she, “it is not my brother alone. But you remember only the + singular circumstances in which we have met in equality, and I may say in + intimacy. You think not, that whenever I re-enter my father's house, there + is a gulf between us you may not pass, but with peril of your life.—Your + only known relative is of wild and singular habits, of a hostile and + broken clan [Footnote: A broken clan was one who had no chief able to find + security for their good behaviour—a clan of outlaws; And the Graemes + of the Debateable Land were in that condition.]—the rest of your + lineage unknown—forgive me that I speak what is the undeniable + truth.” + </p> + <p> + “Love, my beautiful Catherine, despises genealogies,” answered Roland + Graeme. + </p> + <p> + “Love may, but so will not the Lord Seyton,” rejoined the damsel. + </p> + <p> + “The Queen, thy mistress and mine, she will intercede. Oh! drive me not + from you at the moment I thought myself most happy!—and if I shall + aid her deliverance, said not yourself that you and she would become my + debtors?” + </p> + <p> + “All Scotland will become your debtors,” said Catherine; “but for the + active effects you might hope from our gratitude, you must remember I am + wholly subjected to my father; and the poor Queen is, for a long time, + more likely to be dependant on the pleasure of the nobles of her party, + than possessed of power to control them.” + </p> + <p> + “Be it so,” replied Roland; “my deeds shall control prejudice itself—it + is a bustling world, and I will have my share. The Knight of Avenel, high + as he now stands, rose from as obscure an origin as mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay!” said Catherine, “there spoke the doughty knight of romance, that + will cut his way to the imprisoned princess, through fiends and fiery + dragons!” + </p> + <p> + “But if I can set the princess at large, and procure her the freedom of + her own choice,” said the page, “where, dearest Catherine, will that + choice alight?” + </p> + <p> + “Release the princess from duresse, and she will tell you,” said the + damsel; and breaking off the conversation abruptly, she joined the Queen + so suddenly, that Mary exclaimed, half aloud— + </p> + <p> + “No more tidings of evil import—no dissension, I trust, in my + limited household?”—Then looking on Catherine's blushing cheek, and + Roland's expanded brow and glancing eye—“No—no,” she said, “I + see all is well—<i>Ma petite mignone</i>, go to my apartment and + fetch me down—let me see—ay, fetch my pomander box.” + </p> + <p> + And having thus disposed of her attendant in the manner best qualified to + hide her confusion, the Queen added, speaking apart to Roland, “I should + at least have two grateful subjects of Catherine and you; for what + sovereign but Mary would aid true love so willingly?—Ay, you lay + your hand on your sword—your <i>petite flamberge à rien</i> there—Well, + short time will show if all the good be true that is protested to us—I + hear them toll curfew from Kinross. To our chamber—this old dame + hath promised to be with us again at our evening meal. Were it not for the + hope of speedy deliverance, her presence would drive me distracted. But I + will be patient.” + </p> + <p> + “I profess,” said Catherine, who just then entered, “I would I could be + Henry, with all a man's privileges, for one moment—I long to throw + my plate at that confect of pride and formality, and ill-nature.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady Fleming reprimanded her young companion for this explosion of + impatience; the Queen laughed, and they went to the presence-chamber, + where almost immediately entered supper, and the Lady of the castle. The + Queen, strong in her prudent resolutions, endured her presence with great + fortitude and equanimity, until her patience was disturbed by a new form, + which had hitherto made no part of the ceremonial of the castle. When the + other attendant had retired, Randal entered, bearing the keys of the + castle fastened upon a chain, and, announcing that the watch was set, and + the gates locked, delivered the keys with all reverence to the Lady of + Lochleven. + </p> + <p> + The Queen and her ladies exchanged with each other a look of + disappointment, anger, and vexation; and Mary said aloud, “We cannot + regret the smallness of our court, when we see our hostess discharge in + person so many of its offices. In addition to her charges of principal + steward of our household and grand almoner, she has to-night done duty as + captain of our guard.” + </p> + <p> + “And will continue to do so in future, madam,” answered the Lady + Lochleven, with much gravity; “the history of Scotland may teach me how + ill the duty is performed, which is done by an accredited deputy—We + have heard, madam, of favourites of later date, and as little merit, as + Oliver Sinclair.” [Footnote: A favourite, and said to be an unworthy one, + of James V.] + </p> + <p> + “Oh, madam,” replied the Queen, “my father had his female as well as his + male favourites—there were the Ladies Sandilands and Olifaunt, + [Footnote: The names of these ladies, and a third frail favourite of + James, are preserved in an epigram too <i>gaillard</i> for quotation.] and + some others, methinks; but their names cannot survive in the memory of so + grave a person as you.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady Lochleven looked as if she could have slain the Queen on the + spot, but commanded her temper and retired from the apartment, bearing in + her hand the ponderous bunch of keys. + </p> + <p> + “Now God be praised for that woman's youthful frailty!” said the Queen. + “Had she not that weak point in her character, I might waste my words on + her in vain—But that stain is the very reverse of what is said of + the witch's mark—I can make her feel there, though she is otherwise + insensible all over.—But how say you, girls—here is a new + difficulty—How are these keys to be come by?—there is no + deceiving or bribing this dragon, I trow.” + </p> + <p> + “May I crave to know,” said Roland, “whether, if your Grace were beyond + the walls of the castle, you could find means of conveyance to the firm + land, and protection when you are there?” + </p> + <p> + “Trust us for that, Roland,” said the Queen; “for to that point our scheme + is indifferent well laid.” + </p> + <p> + “Then if your Grace will permit me to speak my mind, I think I could be of + some use in this matter.” + </p> + <p> + “As how, my good youth?—speak on,” said the Queen, “and fearlessly.” + </p> + <p> + “My patron the Knight of Avenel used to compel the youth educated in his + household to learn the use of axe and hammer, and working in wood and iron—he + used to speak of old northern champions, who forged their own weapons, and + of the Highland Captain, Donald nan Ord, or Donald of the Hammer, whom he + himself knew, and who used to work at the anvil with a sledge-hammer in + each hand. Some said he praised this art, because he was himself of + churl's blood. However, I gained some practice in it, as the Lady + Catherine Seyton partly knows; for since we were here, I wrought her a + silver brooch.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” replied Catharine, “but you should tell her Grace that your + workmanship was so indifferent that it broke to pieces next day, and I + flung it away.” + </p> + <p> + “Believe her not, Roland,” said the Queen; “she wept when it was broken, + and put the fragments into her bosom. But for your scheme—could your + skill avail to forge a second set of keys?” + </p> + <p> + “No, madam, because I know not the wards. But I am convinced I could make + a set so like that hateful bunch which the Lady bore off even now, that + could they be exchanged against them by any means, she would never dream + she was possessed of the wrong.” + </p> + <p> + “And the good dame, thank Heaven, is somewhat blind,” said the Queen; “but + then for a forge, my boy, and the means of labouring unobserved?” + </p> + <p> + “The armourer's forge, at which I used sometimes to work with him, is the + round vault at the bottom of the turret—he was dismissed with the + warder for being supposed too much attached to George Douglas. The people + are accustomed to see me work there, and I warrant I shall find some + excuse that will pass current with them for putting bellows and anvil to + work.” + </p> + <p> + “The scheme has a promising face,” said the Queen; “about it, my lad, with + all speed, and beware the nature of your work is not discovered.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I will take the liberty to draw the bolt against chance visitors, so + that I will have time to put away what I am working upon, before I undo + the door.” + </p> + <p> + “Will not that of itself attract suspicion, in a place where it is so + current already?” said Catherine. + </p> + <p> + “Not a whit,” replied Roland; “Gregory the armourer, and every good + hammerman, locks himself in when he is about some master piece of craft. + Besides, something must be risked.” + </p> + <p> + “Part we then to-night,” said the Queen, “and God bless you my children!—If + Mary's head ever rises above water, you shall all rise along with her.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Thirty-Fifth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + It is a time of danger, not of revel, + When churchmen turn to masquers. + SPANISH FATHER. +</pre> + <p> + The enterprise of Roland Graeme appeared to prosper. A trinket or two, of + which the work did not surpass the substance, (for the materials were + silver, supplied by the Queen,) were judiciously presented to those most + likely to be inquisitive into the labours of the forge and anvil, which + they thus were induced to reckon profitable to others and harmless in + itself. Openly, the page was seen working about such trifles. In private, + he forged a number of keys resembling so nearly in weight and in form + those which were presented every evening to the Lady Lochleven, that, on a + slight inspection, it would have been difficult to perceive the + difference. He brought them to the dark rusty colour by the use of salt + and water; and, in the triumph of his art, presented them at length to + Queen Mary in her presence-chamber, about an hour before the tolling of + the curfew. She looked at them with pleasure, but at the same time with + doubt.—“I allow,” she said, “that the Lady Lochleven's eyes, which + are not of the clearest, may be well deceived, could we pass those keys on + her in place of the real implements of her tyranny. But how is this to be + done, and which of my little court dare attempt this <i>tour de jongleur</i> + with any chance of success? Could we but engage her in some earnest matter + of argument—but those which I hold with her, always have been of a + kind which make her grasp her keys the faster, as if she said to herself—Here + I hold what sets me above your taunts and reproaches—And even for + her liberty, Mary Stuart could not stoop to speak the proud heretic fair.—What + shall we do? Shall Lady Fleming try her eloquence in describing the last + new head-tire from Paris?—alas! the good dame has not changed the + fashion of her head-gear since Pinkie-field for aught that I know. Shall + my <i>mignóne</i> Catherine sing to her one of those touching airs, which + draw the very souls out of me and Roland Graeme?—Alas! Dame Margaret + Douglas would rather hear a Huguenot psalm of Clement Marrot, sung to the + tune of <i>Reveillez vous, belle endormie.</i>—Cousins and liege + counsellors, what is to be done, for our wits are really astray in this + matter?—Must our man-at-arms and the champion of our body, Roland + Graeme, manfully assault the old lady, and take the keys from her <i>par + voie du fait?</i>” + </p> + <p> + “Nay! with your Grace's permission.” said Roland, “I do not doubt being + able to manage the matter with more discretion; for though, in your + Grace's service, I do not fear—” + </p> + <p> + “A host of old women,” interrupted Catherine, “each armed with rock and + spindle, yet he has no fancy for pikes and partisans, which might rise at + the cry of <i>Help! a Douglas, a Douglas!</i>” + </p> + <p> + “They that do not fear fair ladies' tongues,” continued the page, “need + dread nothing else.—But, gracious Liege, I am well-nigh satisfied + that I could pass the exchange of these keys on the Lady Lochleven; but I + dread the sentinel who is now planted nightly in the garden, which, by + necessity, we must traverse.” + </p> + <p> + “Our last advices from our friends on the shore have promised us + assistance in that matter,” replied the Queen. + </p> + <p> + “And is your Grace well assured of the fidelity and watchfulness of those + without?” + </p> + <p> + “For their fidelity, I will answer with my life, and for their vigilance, + I will answer with my life—I will give thee instant proof, my + faithful Roland, that they are ingenuous and trusty as thyself. Come + hither—Nay, Catherine, attend us; we carry not so deft a page into + our private chamber alone. Make fast the door of the parlour, Fleming, and + warn us if you hear the least step—or stay, go thou to the door, + Catherine,” (in a whisper, “thy ears and thy wits are both sharper.)—Good + Fleming, attend us thyself”—(and again she whispered, “her reverend + presence will be as safe a watch on Roland as thine can—so be not + jealous, <i>mignone</i>.”) + </p> + <p> + Thus speaking, they were lighted by the Lady Fleming into the Queen's + bedroom, a small apartment enlightened by a projecting window. + </p> + <p> + “Look from that window, Roland,” she said; “see you amongst the several + lights which begin to kindle, and to glimmer palely through the gray of + the evening from the village of Kinross-seest thou, I say, one solitary + spark apart from the others, and nearer it seems to the verge of the + water?—It is no brighter at this distance than the torch of the poor + glowworm, and yet, my good youth, that light is more dear to Mary Stuart, + than every star that twinkles in the blue vault of heaven. By that signal, + I know that more than one true heart is plotting my deliverance; and + without that consciousness, and the hope of freedom it gives me, I had + long since stooped to my fate, and died of a broken heart. Plan after plan + has been formed and abandoned, but still the light glimmers; and while it + glimmers, my hope lives.—Oh! how many evenings have I sat musing in + despair over our ruined schemes, and scarce hoping that I should again see + that blessed signal; when it has suddenly kindled, and, like the lights of + Saint Elmo in a tempest, brought hope and consolation, where there, was + only dejection and despair!” + </p> + <p> + “If I mistake not,” answered Roland, “the candle shines from the house of + Blinkhoolie, the mail-gardener.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou hast a good eye,” said the Queen; “it is there where my trusty + lieges—God and the saints pour blessings on them!—hold + consultation for my deliverance. The voice of a wretched captive would die + on these blue waters, long ere it could mingle in their councils; and yet + I can hold communication—I will confide the whole to thee—I am + about to ask those faithful friends if the moment for the great attempt is + nigh.—Place the lamp in the window, Fleming.” + </p> + <p> + She obeyed, and immediately withdrew it. No sooner had she done so, than + the light in the cottage of the gardener disappeared. + </p> + <p> + “Now count,” said Queen Mary, “for my heart beats so thick that I cannot + count myself.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady Fleming began deliberately to count one, two, three, and when she + had arrived at ten, the light on the shore showed its pale twinkle. + </p> + <p> + “Now, our Lady be praised!” said the Queen; “it was but two nights since, + that the absence of the light remained while I could tell thirty. The hour + of deliverance approaches. May God bless those who labour in it with such + truth to me!—alas! with such hazard to themselves—and bless + you, too, my children!—Come, we must to the audience-chamber again. + Our absence might excite suspicion, should they serve supper.” + </p> + <p> + They returned to the presence-chamber, and the evening concluded as usual. + </p> + <p> + The next morning, at dinner-time, an unusual incident occurred. While Lady + Douglas of Lochleven performed her daily duty of assistant and taster at + the Queen's table, she was told a man-at-arms had arrived, recommended by + her son, but without any letter or other token than what he brought by + word of mouth. + </p> + <p> + “Hath he given you that token?” demanded the Lady. + </p> + <p> + “He reserved it, as I think, for your Ladyship's ear,” replied Randal. + </p> + <p> + “He doth well,” said the Lady; “tell him to wait in the hall—But no—with + your permission, madam,” (to the Queen) “let him attend me here.” + </p> + <p> + “Since you are pleased to receive your domestics in my presence,” said the + Queen, “I cannot choose—” + </p> + <p> + “My infirmities must plead my excuse, madam,” replied the Lady; “the life + I must lead here ill suits with the years which have passed over my head, + and compels me to waive ceremonial.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my good Lady,” replied the Queen, “I would there were nought in this + your castle more strongly compulsive than the cobweb chains of ceremony; + but bolts and bars are harder matters to contend with.” + </p> + <p> + As she spoke, the person announced by Randal entered the room, and Roland + Graeme at once recognized in him the Abbot Ambrosius. + </p> + <p> + “What is your name, good fellow?” said the Lady. + </p> + <p> + “Edward Glendinning,” answered the Abbot, with a suitable reverence. + </p> + <p> + “Art thou of the blood of the Knight of Avenel?” said the Lady of + Lochleven. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, madam, and that nearly,” replied the pretended soldier. + </p> + <p> + “It is likely enough,” said the Lady, “for the Knight is the son of his + own good works, and has risen from obscure lineage to his present high + rank in the Estate—But he is of sure truth and approved worth, and + his kinsman is welcome to us. You hold, unquestionably, the true faith?” + </p> + <p> + “Do not doubt of it, madam,” said the disguised churchman. + </p> + <p> + “Hast thou a token to me from Sir William Douglas?” said the Lady. + </p> + <p> + “I have, madam,” replied he; “but it must be said in private.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art right,” said the Lady, moving towards the recess of a window; + “say in what does it consist?” + </p> + <p> + “In the words of an old bard,” replied the Abbot. + </p> + <p> + “Repeat them,” answered the Lady; and he uttered, in a low tone, the lines + from an old poem, called The Howlet,— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “O Douglas! Douglas! + Tender and true.” + </pre> + <p> + “Trusty Sir John Holland!” [Footnote: Sir John Holland's poem of the + Howlet is known to collectors by the beautiful edition presented to the + Bannatyne Club, by Mr. David Laing.] said the Lady Douglas, apostrophizing + the poet, “a kinder heart never inspired a rhyme, and the Douglas's honour + was ever on thy heart-string! We receive you among our followers, + Glendinning—But, Randal, see that he keep the outer ward only, till + we shall hear more touching him from our son.—Thou fearest not the + night air. Glendinning?” + </p> + <p> + “In the cause of the Lady before whom I stand, I fear nothing, madam,” + answered the disguised Abbot. + </p> + <p> + “Our garrison, then, is stronger by one trustworthy soldier,” said the + matron—“Go to the buttery, and let them make much of thee.” + </p> + <p> + When the Lady Lochleven had retired, the Queen said to Roland Graeme, who + was now almost constantly in her company, “I spy comfort in that + stranger's countenance; I know not why it should be so, but I am well + persuaded he is a friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Your Grace's penetration does not deceive you,” answered the page; and he + informed her that the Abbot of St. Mary's himself played the part of the + newly arrived soldier. + </p> + <p> + The Queen crossed herself and looked upwards. “Unworthy sinner that I am,” + she said, “that for my sake a man so holy, and so high in spiritual + office, should wear the garb of a base sworder, and run the risk of dying + the death of a traitor!” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven will protect its own servant, madam,” said Catherine Seyton; “his + aid would bring a blessing on our undertaking, were it not already blest + for its own sake.” + </p> + <p> + “What I admire in my spiritual father,” said Roland, “was the steady front + with which he looked on me, without giving the least sign of former + acquaintance. I did not think the like was possible, since I have ceased + to believe that Henry was the same person with Catherine.” + </p> + <p> + “But marked you not how astuciously the good father,” said the Queen, + “eluded the questions of the woman Lochleven, telling her the very truth, + which yet she received not as such?” + </p> + <p> + Roland thought in his heart, that when the truth was spoken for the + purpose of deceiving, it was little better than a lie in disguise. But it + was no time to agitate such questions of conscience. + </p> + <p> + “And now for the signal from the shore,” exclaimed Catherine; “my bosom + tells me we shall see this night two lights instead of one gleam from that + garden of Eden—And then, Roland, do you play your part manfully, and + we will dance on the greensward like midnight fairies!” + </p> + <p> + Catherine's conjecture misgave not, nor deceived her. In the evening two + beams twinkled from the cottage, instead of one; and the page heard, with + beating heart, that the new retainer was ordered to stand sentinel on the + outside of the castle. When he intimated this news to the Queen, she held + her hand out to him—he knelt, and when he raised it to his lips in + all dutiful homage, he found it was damp and cold as marble. “For God's + sake, madam, droop not now,—sink not now!” + </p> + <p> + “Call upon our Lady, my Liege,” said the Lady Fleming—“call upon + your tutelar saint.” + </p> + <p> + “Call the spirits of the hundred kings you are descended from,” exclaimed + the page; “in this hour of need, the resolution of a monarch were worth + the aid of a hundred saints.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! Roland Graeme,” said Mary, in a tone of deep despondency, “be true to + me—many have been false to me. Alas! I have not always been true to + myself. My mind misgives me that I shall die in bondage, and that this + bold attempt will cost all our lives. It was foretold me by a soothsayer + in France, that I should die in prison, and by a violent death, and here + comes the hour—Oh, would to God it found me prepared!” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” said Catherine Seyton, “remember you are a Queen. Better we all + died in bravely attempting to gain our freedom, than remained here to be + poisoned, as men rid them of the noxious vermin that haunt old houses.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right, Catherine,” said the Queen; “and Mary will bear her like + herself. But alas! your young and buoyant spirit can ill spell the causes + which have broken mine. Forgive me, my children, and farewell for a while—I + will prepare both mind and body for this awful venture.” + </p> + <p> + They separated, till again called together by the tolling of the curfew. + The Queen appeared grave, but firm and resolved; the Lady Fleming, with + the art of an experienced courtier, knew perfectly how to disguise her + inward tremors; Catherine's eye was fired, as if with the boldness of the + project, and the half smile which dwelt upon her beautiful mouth seemed to + contemn all the risk and all the consequences of discovery; Roland, who + felt how much success depended on his own address and boldness, summoned + together his whole presence of mind, and if he found his spirits flag for + a moment, cast his eye upon Catherine, whom he thought he had never seen + look so beautiful.—“I may be foiled,” he thought, “but with this + reward in prospect, they must bring the devil to aid them ere they cross + me.” Thus resolved, he stood like a greyhound in the slips, with hand, + heart, and eye intent upon making and seizing opportunity for the + execution of their project. + </p> + <p> + The keys had, with the wonted ceremonial, been presented to the Lady + Lochleven. She stood with her back to the casement, which, like that of + the Queen's apartment, commanded a view of Kinross, with the church, which + stands at some distance from the town, and nearer to the lake, then + connected with the town by straggling cottages. With her back to this + casement, then, and her face to the table, on which the keys lay for an + instant while she tasted the various dishes which were placed there, stood + the Lady of Lochleven, more provokingly intent than usual—so at + least it seemed to her prisoners—upon the huge and heavy bunch of + iron, the implements of their restraint. Just when, having finished her + ceremony as taster of the Queen's table, she was about to take up the + keys, the page, who stood beside her, and had handed her the dishes in + succession, looked sideways to the churchyard, and exclaimed he saw + corpse-candles in the churchyard. The Lady of Lochleven was not without a + touch, though a slight one, of the superstitions of the time; the fate of + her sons made her alive to omens, and a corpse-light, as it was called, in + the family burial-place boded death. She turned her head towards the + casement—saw a distant glimmering—forgot her charge for one + second, and in that second were lost the whole fruits of her former + vigilance. The page held the forged keys under his cloak, and with great + dexterity exchanged them for the real ones. His utmost address could not + prevent a slight clash as he took up the latter bunch. “Who touches the + keys?” said the Lady; and while the page answered that the sleeve of his + cloak had stirred them, she looked round, possessed herself of the bunch + which now occupied the place of the genuine keys, and again turned to gaze + on the supposed corpse-candles. + </p> + <p> + “I hold these gleams,” she said, after a moment's consideration, “to come, + not from the churchyard, but from the hut of the old gardener Blinkhoolie. + I wonder what thrift that churl drives, that of late he hath ever had + light in his house till the night grew deep. I thought him an industrious, + peaceful man—If he turns resetter of idle companions and + night-walkers, the place must be rid of him.” + </p> + <p> + “He may work his baskets perchance,” said the page, desirous to stop the + train of her suspicion. + </p> + <p> + “Or nets, may he not?” answered the Lady. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, madam,” said Roland, “for trout and salmon.” + </p> + <p> + “Or for fools and knaves,” replied the Lady: “but this shall be looked + after to-morrow.—I wish your Grace and your company a good evening.—Randal, + attend us.” And Randal, who waited in the antechamber after having + surrendered his bunch of keys, gave his escort to his mistress as usual, + while, leaving the Queen's apartments, she retired to her own [End of + paragraph missing in original] + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow” said the page, rubbing his hands with glee as he repeated the + Lady's last words, “fools look to-morrow, and wise folk use to-night.—May + I pray you, my gracious Liege, to retire for one half hour, until all the + castle is composed to rest? I must go and rub with oil these blessed + implements of our freedom. Courage and constancy, and all will go well, + provided our friends on the shore fail not to send the boat you spoke of.” + </p> + <p> + “Fear them not,” said Catherine, “they are true as steel—if our dear + mistress do but maintain her noble and royal courage.” + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: In the dangerous expedition to Aberdeenshire, Randolph, the + English Ambassador, gives Cecil the following account of Queen Mary's + demeanour:— + </p> + <p> + “In all those garbulles, I assure your honour, I never saw the Queen + merrier, never dismayed; nor never thought I that stomache to be in her + that I find. She repented nothing but, when the Lords and others, at + Inverness, came in the morning from the watches, that she was not a man, + to know what life it was to lye all night in the fields, or to walk upon + the causeway with a jack and a knaps-cap, a Glasgow buckler, and a + broadsword.”—RANDOLPH <i>to</i> CECIL, <i>September</i> 18, 1562. + </p> + <p> + The writer of the above letter seems to have felt the same impression + which Catherine Seyton, in the text, considered as proper to the Queen's + presence among her armed subjects. + </p> + <p> + “Though we neither thought nor looked for other than on that day to have + fought or never-what desperate blows would not have been given, when every + man should have fought in the sight of so noble a Queen, and so many fair + ladies, our enemies to have taken them from us, and we to save our + honours, not to be reft of them, your honour can easily judge.”—<i>The + same to the same, September</i> 24, 1562. ] + </p> + <p> + “Doubt not me, Catherine,” replied the Queen; “a while since I was + overborne, but I have recalled the spirit of my earlier and more sprightly + days, when I used to accompany my armed nobles, and wish to be myself a + man, to know what life it was to be in the fields with sword and buckler, + jack, and knapscap.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, the lark lives not a gayer life, nor sings a lighter and gayer song + than the merry soldier,” answered Catherine. “Your Grace shall be in the + midst of them soon, and the look of such a liege Sovereign will make each + of your host worth three in the hour of need:—but I must to my + task.” + </p> + <p> + “We have but brief time,” said Queen Mary; “one of the two lights in the + cottage is extinguished—that shows the boat is put off.” + </p> + <p> + “They will row very slow,” said the page, “or kent where depth permits, to + avoid noise.—To our several tasks—I will communicate with the + good Father.” + </p> + <p> + At the dead hour of midnight, when all was silent in the castle, the page + put the key into the lock of the wicket which opened into the garden, and + which was at the bottom of a staircase which descended from the Queen's + apartment. “Now, turn smooth and softly, thou good bolt,” said he, “if + ever oil softened rust!” and his precautions had been so effectual, that + the bolt revolved with little or no sound of resistance. He ventured not + to cross the threshold, but exchanging a word with the disguised Abbot, + asked if the boat were ready? + </p> + <p> + “This half hour,” said the sentinel. “She lies beneath the wall, too close + under the islet to be seen by the warder, but I fear she will hardly + escape his notice in putting off again.” + </p> + <p> + “The darkness,” said the page, “and our profound silence, may take her off + unobserved, as she came in. Hildebrand has the watch on the tower—a + heavy-headed knave, who holds a can of ale to be the best headpiece upon a + night-watch. He sleeps, for a wager.” + </p> + <p> + “Then bring the Queen,” said the Abbot, “and I will call Henry Seyton to + assist them to the boat.” + </p> + <p> + On tiptoe, with noiseless step and suppressed breath, trembling at every + rustle of their own apparel, one after another the fair prisoners glided + down the winding stair, under the guidance of Roland Graeme, and were + received at the wicket-gate by Henry Seyton and the churchman. The former + seemed instantly to take upon himself the whole direction of the + enterprise. “My Lord Abbot,” he said, “give my sister your arm—I + will conduct the Queen—and that youth will have the honour to guide + Lady Fleming.” + </p> + <p> + This was no time to dispute the arrangement, although it was not that + which Roland Graeme would have chosen. Catherine Seyton, who well knew the + garden path, tripped on before like a sylph, rather leading the Abbot than + receiving assistance—the Queen, her native spirit prevailing over + female fear, and a thousand painful reflections, moved steadily forward, + by the assistance of Henry Seyton—while the Lady Fleming, encumbered + with her fears and her helplessness Roland Graeme, who followed in the + rear, and who bore under the other arm a packet of necessaries belonging + to the Queen. The door of the garden, which communicated with the shore of + the islet, yielded to one of the keys of which Roland had possessed + himself, although not until he had tried several,—a moment of + anxious terror and expectation. The ladies were then partly led, partly + carried, to the side of the lake, where a boat with six rowers attended + them, the men couched along the bottom to secure them from observation. + Henry Seyton placed the Queen in the stern; the Abbot offered to assist + Catherine, but she was seated by the Queen's side before he could utter + his proffer of help; and Roland Graeme was just lifting Lady Fleming over + the boat-side, when a thought suddenly occurred to him, and exclaiming, + “Forgotten, forgotten! wait for me but one half-minute,” he replaced on + the shore the helpless Lady of the bed-chamber, threw the Queen's packet + into the boat, and sped back through the garden with the noiseless speed + of a bird on the wing. + </p> + <p> + “By Heaven, he is false at last!” said Seyton; “I ever feared it!” + </p> + <p> + “He is as true,” said Catherine, “as Heaven itself, and that I will + maintain.” + </p> + <p> + “Be silent, minion,” said her brother, “for shame, if not for fear—Fellows, + put off, and row for your lives!” + </p> + <p> + “Help me, help me on board!” said the deserted Lady Fleming, and that + louder than prudence warranted. + </p> + <p> + “Put off—put off!” cried Henry Seyton; “leave all behind, so the + Queen is safe.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you permit this, madam?” said Catherine, imploringly; “you leave + your deliverer to death.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not,” said the Queen.—“Seyton I command you to stay at every + risk.” + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me, madam, if I disobey,” said the intractable young man; and with + one hand lifting in Lady Fleming, he began himself to push off the boat. + </p> + <p> + She was two fathoms' length from the shore, and the rowers were getting + her head round, when Roland Graeme, arriving, bounded from the beach, and + attained the boat, overturning Seyton, on whom he lighted. The youth swore + a deep but suppressed oath, and stopping Graeme as he stepped towards the + stern, said, “Your place is not with high-born dames—keep at the + head and trim the vessel—Now give way—give way—Row, for + God and the Queen!” + </p> + <p> + The rowers obeyed, and began to pull vigorously. + </p> + <p> + “Why did ye not muffle the oars?” said Roland Graeme; “the dash must + awaken the sentinel—Row, lads, and get out of reach of shot; for had + not old Hildebrand, the warder, supped upon poppy-porridge, this + whispering must have waked him.” + </p> + <p> + “It was all thine own delay,” said Seyton; “thou shalt reckon, with me + hereafter for that and other matters.” + </p> + <p> + But Roland's apprehension was verified too instantly to permit him to + reply. The sentinel, whose slumbering had withstood the whispering, was + alarmed by the dash of the oars. His challenge was instantly heard. “A + boat—-a boat!—bring to, or I shoot!” And, as they continued to + ply their oars, he called aloud, “Treason! treason!” rung the bell of the + castle, and discharged his harquebuss at the boat. The ladies crowded on + each other like startled wild foul, at the flash and report of the piece, + while the men urged the rowers to the utmost speed. They heard more than + one ball whiz along the surface of the lake, at no great distance from + their little bark; and from the lights, which glanced like meteors from + window to window, it was evident the whole castle was alarmed, and their + escape discovered. + </p> + <p> + “Pull!” again exclaimed Seyton; “stretch to your oars, or I will spur you + to the task with my dagger—they will launch a boat immediately.” + </p> + <p> + “That is cared for,” said Roland; “I locked gate and wicket on them when I + went back, and no boat will stir from the island this night, if doors of + good oak and bolts of iron can keep men within stone-walls.—And now + I resign my office of porter of Lochleven, and give the keys to the + Kelpie's keeping.” + </p> + <p> + As the heavy keys plunged in the lake, the Abbot,—who till then had + been repeating his prayers, exclaimed, “Now, bless thee, my son! for thy + ready prudence puts shame on us all.” + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: It is well known that the escape of Queen Mary from Lochleven + was effected by George Douglas, the youngest brother of Sir William + Douglas, the lord of the castle; but the minute circumstances of the event + have been a good deal confused, owing to two agents having been concerned + in it who bore the same name. It has been always supposed that George + Douglas was induced to abet Mary's escape by the ambitions hope that, by + such service, he might merit her hand. But his purpose was discovered by + his brother Sir William, and he was expelled from the castle. He + continued, notwithstanding, to hover in the neighbourhood, and maintain a + correspondence with the royal prisoner and others in the fortress. + </p> + <p> + If we believe the English ambassador Drury, the Queen was grateful to + George Douglas, and even proposed a marriage with him; a scheme which + could hardly be serious, since she was still the wife of Bothwell, but + which, if suggested at all, might be with a purpose of gratifying the + Regent Murray's ambition, and propitiating his favour; since he was, it + must be remembered, the brother uterine of George Douglas, for whom such + high honour was said to be designed. + </p> + <p> + The proposal, if seriously made, was treated as inadmissible, and Mary + again resumed her purpose of escape. Her failure in her first attempt has + some picturesque particulars, which might have been advantageously + introduced in fictitious narrative. Drury sends Cecil the following + account of the matter:— + </p> + <p> + “But after, upon the 25th of the last, (April 1567,) she interprised an + escape, and was the rather near effect, through her accustomed long lying + in bed all the morning. The manner of it was thus: there cometh in to her + the laundress early as other times before she was wanted, and the Queen + according to such a secret practice putteth on her the hood of the + laundress, and so with the fardel of clothes and the muffler upon her + face, passeth, out and entereth the boat to pass the Loch; which, after + some space, one of them that rowed said merrily, 'Let us see what manner + of dame this is,' and therewith offered to pull down her muffler, which to + defend, she put up her hands, which they spied to be very fair and white; + wherewith they entered into suspicion whom she was, beginning to wonder at + her enterprise. Whereat she was little dismayed, but charged them, upon + danger of their lives, to row her over to the shore, which they nothing + regarded, but eftsoons rowed her back again, promising her it should be + secreted, and especially from the lord of the house, under whose guard she + lyeth. It seemeth she knew her refuge, and—where to have found it if + she had once landed; for there did, and yet do linger, at a little village + called Kinross, hard at the Loch side, the same George Douglas, one Sempel + and one Beton, the which two were sometime her trusty servants, and, as + yet appeareth, they mind her no less affection.”—<i>Bishop Keith's + History of the Affairs of Church and State in Scotland</i>, p. 490. + </p> + <p> + Notwithstanding this disappointment, little spoke of by historians, Mary + renewed her attempts to escape. There was in the Castle of Lochleven a + lad, named William Douglas, some relation probably of the baron, and about + eighteen years old. This youth proved as accessible to Queen Mary's + prayers and promises, as was the brother of his patron, George Douglas, + from whom this William must be carefully kept distinct. It was young + William who played the part commonly assigned to his superior, George, + stealing the keys of the castle from the table on which they lay, while + his lord was at supper. He let the Queen and a waiting woman out of the + apartment where they were secured, and out of the tower itself, embarked + with them in a small skiff, and rowed them to the shore. To prevent + instant pursuit, he, for precaution's sake, locked the iron grated door of + the tower, and threw the keys into the lake. They found George Douglas and + the Queen's servant, Beton, waiting for them, and Lord Seyton and James + Hamilton of Orbeiston in attendance, at the head of a party of faithful + followers, with whom they fled to Niddrie Castle, and from thence to + Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + In narrating this romantic story, both history and tradition confuse the + two Douglasses together, and confer on George the successful execution of + the escape from the castle, the merit of which belongs, in reality, to the + boy called William, or, more frequently, the Little Douglas, either from + his youth or his slight stature. The reader will observe, that in the + romance, the part of the Little Douglas has been assigned to Roland + Graeme. In another case, it would be tedious to point out in a work of + amusement such minute points of historical fact; but the general interest + taken in the fate of Queen Mary, renders every thing of consequence which + connects itself with her misfortunes. ] + </p> + <p> + “I knew,” said Mary, drawing her breath more freely, as they were now out + of reach of the musketry—“I knew my squire's truth, promptitude, and + sagacity.—I must have him my dear friends—with my no less true + knights, Douglas and Seyton—but where, then, is Douglas?” + </p> + <p> + “Here, madam,” answered the deep and melancholy voice of the boatman who + sat next her, and who acted as steersman. + </p> + <p> + “Alas! was it you who stretched your body before me,” said the Queen, + “when the balls were raining around us?” + </p> + <p> + “Believe you,” said he, in a low tone, “that Douglas would have resigned + to any one the chance of protecting his Queen's life with his own?” + </p> + <p> + The dialogue was here interrupted by a shot or two from one of those small + pieces of artillery called falconets, then used in defending castles. The + shot was too vague to have any effect, but the broader flash, the deeper + sound, the louder return which was made by the midnight echoes of + Bennarty, terrified and imposed silence on the liberated prisoners. The + boat was alongside of a rude quay or landing place, running out from a + garden of considerable extent, ere any of them again attempted to speak. + They landed, and while the Abbot returned thanks aloud to Heaven,—which + had thus far favoured their enterprise, Douglas enjoyed the best reward of + his desperate undertaking, in conducting the Queen to the house of the + gardener. + </p> + <p> + Yet, not unmindful of Roland Graeme even in that moment of terror and + exhaustion, Mary expressly commanded Seyton to give his assistance to + Fleming, while Catherine voluntarily, and without bidding, took the arm of + the page. Seyton presently resigned Lady Fleming to the care of the Abbot, + alleging, he must look after their horses; and his attendants, + disencumbering themselves of their boat-cloaks, hastened to assist him. + </p> + <p> + While Mary spent in the gardener's cottage the few minutes which were + necessary to prepare the steeds for their departure, she perceived, in a + corner, the old man to whom the garden belonged, and called him to + approach. He came as it were with reluctance. + </p> + <p> + “How, brother,” said the Abbot, “so slow to welcome thy royal Queen and + mistress to liberty and to her kingdom!” + </p> + <p> + The old man, thus admonished, came forward, and, in good terms of speech, + gave her Grace joy of her deliverance. The Queen returned him thanks in + the most gracious manner, and added, “It will remain to us to offer some + immediate reward for your fidelity, for we wot well your house has been + long the refuge in which our trusty servants have met to concert measures + for our freedom.” So saying, she offered gold, and added, “We will + consider your services more fully hereafter.” + </p> + <p> + “Kneel, brother,” said the Abbot, “kneel instantly, and thank her Grace's + kindness.” + </p> + <p> + “Good brother, that wert once a few steps under me, and art still many + years younger,” replied the gardener, pettishly, “let me do mine + acknowledgments in my own way. Queens have knelt to me ere now, and in + truth my knees are too old and stiff to bend even to this lovely-faced + lady. May it please your Grace, if your Grace's servants have occupied my + house, so that I could not call it mine own—if they have trodden + down my flowers in the zeal of their midnight comings and goings, and + destroyed the hope of the fruit season, by bringing their war-horses into + my garden, I do but crave of your Grace in requital, that you will choose + your residence as far from me as possible. I am an old man who would + willingly creep to my grave as easily as I can, in peace, good-will, and + quiet labour.” + </p> + <p> + “I promise you fairly, good man,” said the Queen, “I will not make yonder + castle my residence again, if I can help it. But let me press on you this + money—it will make some amends for the havoc we have made in your + little garden and orchard.” + </p> + <p> + “I thank your Grace, but it will make me not the least amends,” said the + old man. “The ruined labours of a whole year are not so easily replaced to + him who has perchance but that one year to live; and besides, they tell me + I must leave this place and become a wanderer in mine old age—I that + have nothing on earth saving these fruit-trees, and a few old parchments + and family secrets not worth knowing. As for gold, if I had loved it, I + might have remained Lord Abbot of St. Mary's—and yet, I wot not—for, + if Abbot Boniface be but the poor peasant Blinkhoolie, his successor, the + Abbot Ambrosius, is still transmuted for the worse into the guise of a + sword-and-buckler-man.” + </p> + <p> + “Is this indeed the Abbot Boniface of whom I have heard?” said the Queen. + “It is indeed I who should have bent the knee for your blessing, good + Father.” + </p> + <p> + “Bend no knee to me, Lady! The blessing of an old man, who is no longer an + Abbot, go with you over dale and down—I hear the trampling of your + horses.” + </p> + <p> + “Farewell, Father,” said the Queen. “When we are once more seated at + Holyrood, we will neither forget thee nor thine injured garden.” + </p> + <p> + “Forget us both,” said the Ex-Abbot Boniface, “and may God be with you!” + </p> + <p> + As they hurried out of the house, they heard the old man talking and + muttering to himself, as he hastily drew bolt and bar behind them. + </p> + <p> + “The revenge of the Douglasses will reach the poor old man,” said the + Queen. “God help me, I ruin every one whom I approach!” + </p> + <p> + “His safety is cared for,” said Seyton; “he must not remain here, but will + be privately conducted to a place of greater security. But I would your + Grace were in the saddle.—To horse! to horse!” + </p> + <p> + The party of Seyton and of Douglas were increased to about ten by those + attendants who had remained with the horses. The Queen and her ladies, + with all the rest who came from the boat, were instantly mounted; and + holding aloof from the village, which was already alarmed by the firing + from the castle, with Douglas acting as their guide, they soon reached the + open ground and began to ride as fast as was consistent with keeping + together in good order. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0036" id="link2HCH0036"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Thirty-Sixth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + He mounted himself on a coal-black steed, + And her on a freckled gray, + With a bugelet horn hung down from his side, + And roundly they rode away. + OLD BALLAD. +</pre> + <p> + The influence of the free air, the rushing of the horses over high and + low, the ringing of the bridles, the excitation at once arising from a + sense of freedom and of rapid motion, gradually dispelled the confused and + dejected sort of stupefaction by which Queen Mary was at first + overwhelmed. She could not at last conceal the change of her feelings to + the person who rode at her rein, and who she doubted not was the Father + Ambrosius; for Seyton, with all the heady impetuosity of a youth, proud, + and justly so, of his first successful adventure, assumed all the bustle + and importance of commander of the little party, which escorted, in the + language of the time, the Fortune of Scotland. He now led the van, now + checked his bounding steed till the rear had come up, exhorted the leaders + to keep a steady, though rapid pace, and commanded those who were hindmost + of the party to use their spurs, and allow no interval to take place in + their line of march; and anon he was beside the Queen, or her ladies, + inquiring how they brooked the hasty journey, and whether they had any + commands for him. But while Seyton thus busied himself in the general + cause with some advantage to the regular order of the march, and a good + deal of personal ostentation, the horseman who rode beside the Queen gave + her his full and undivided attention, as if he had been waiting upon some + superior being. When the road was rugged and dangerous, he abandoned + almost entirely the care of his own horse, and kept his hand constantly + upon the Queen's bridle; if a river or larger brook traversed their + course, his left arm retained her in the saddle, while his right held her + palfrey's rein. + </p> + <p> + “I had not thought, reverend Father,” said the Queen, when they reached + the other bank, “that the convent bred such good horsemen.”—The + person she addressed sighed, but made no other answer.—“I know not + how it is,” said Queen Mary, “but either the sense of freedom, or the + pleasure of my favourite exercise, from which I have been so long + debarred, or both combined, seem to have given wings to me—no fish + ever shot through the water, no bird through the air, with the hurried + feeling of liberty and rapture with which I sweep through, this + night-wind, and over these wolds. Nay, such is the magic of feeling myself + once more in the saddle, that I could almost swear I am at this moment + mounted on my own favourite Rosabelle, who was never matched in Scotland + for swiftness, for ease of motion, and for sureness of foot.” + </p> + <p> + “And if the horse which bears so dear a burden could speak,” answered the + deep voice of the melancholy George of Douglas, “would she not reply, who + but Rosabelle ought at such an emergence as this to serve her beloved + mistress, or who but Douglas ought to hold her bridle-rein?” + </p> + <p> + Queen Mary started; she foresaw at once all the evils like to arise to + herself and him from the deep enthusiastic passion of this youth; but her + feelings as a woman, grateful at once and compassionate, prevented her + assuming the dignity of a Queen, and she endeavoured to continue the + conversation in an indifferent tone. + </p> + <p> + “Methought,” she said, “I heard that, at the division of my spoils, + Rosabelle had become the property of Lord Morton's paramour and ladye-love + Alice.” + </p> + <p> + “The noble palfrey had indeed been destined to so base a lot,” answered + Douglas; “she was kept under four keys, and under the charge of a numerous + crew of grooms and domestics—but Queen Mary needed Rosabelle, and + Rosabelle is here.” + </p> + <p> + “And was it well, Douglas,” said Queen Mary, “when such fearful risks of + various kinds must needs be encountered, that you should augment their + perils to yourself for a subject of so little moment as a palfrey?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you call that of little moment,” answered Douglas, “which has afforded + you a moment's pleasure?—Did you not start with joy when I first + said you were mounted on Rosabelle?—And to purchase you that + pleasure, though it were to last no longer than the flash of lightning + doth, would not Douglas have risked his life a thousand times?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, peace, Douglas, peace,” said the Queen, “this is unfitting language; + and, besides, I would speak,” said she, recollecting herself, “with the + Abbot of Saint Mary's—Nay, Douglas, I will not let you quit my rein + in displeasure.” + </p> + <p> + “Displeasure, lady!” answered Douglas: “alas! sorrow is all that I can + feel for your well-warranted contempt—I should be as soon displeased + with Heaven for refusing the wildest wish which mortal can form.” + </p> + <p> + “Abide by my rein, however,” said Mary, “there is room for my Lord Abbot + on the other side; and, besides, I doubt if his assistance would be so + useful to Rosabelle and me as yours has been, should the road again + require it.” + </p> + <p> + The Abbot came up on the other side, and she immediately opened a + conversation with him on the topic of the state of parties, and the plan + fittest for her to pursue inconsequence of her deliverance. In this + conversation Douglas took little share, and never but when directly + applied to by the Queen, while, as before, his attention seemed entirely + engrossed by the care of Mary's personal safety. She learned, however, she + had a new obligation to him, since, by his contrivance, the Abbot, whom he + had furnished with the family pass-word, was introduced into the castle as + one of the garrison. + </p> + <p> + Long before daybreak they ended their hasty and perilous journey before + the gates of Niddrie, a castle in West Lothian, belonging to Lord Seyton. + When the Queen was about to alight, Henry Seyton, preventing Douglas, + received her in his arms, and, kneeling down, prayed her Majesty to enter + the house of his father, her faithful servant. + </p> + <p> + “Your Grace,” he added, “may repose yourself here in perfect safety—it + is already garrisoned with good men for your protection; and I have sent a + post to my father, whose instant arrival, at the head of five hundred men, + may be looked for. Do not dismay yourself, therefore, should your sleep be + broken by the trampling of horse; but only think that here are some scores + more of the saucy Seytons come to attend you.” + </p> + <p> + “And by better friends than the Saucy Seytons, a Scottish Queen cannot be + guarded,” replied Mary. “Rosabelle went fleet as the summer breeze, and + well-nigh as easy; but it is long since I have been a traveller, and I + feel that repose will be welcome.—Catherine, <i>ma mignone</i>, you + must sleep in my apartment to-night, and bid me welcome to your noble + father's castle.—Thanks, thanks to all my kind deliverers—thanks, + and a good night is all I can now offer; but if I climb once more to the + upper side of Fortune's wheel, I will not have her bandage. Mary Stewart + will keep her eyes open, and distinguish her friends.—Seyton, I need + scarcely recommend the venerable Abbot, the Douglas, and my page, to your + honour able care and hospitality.” + </p> + <p> + Henry Seyton bowed, and Catherine and Lady Fleming attended the Queen to + her apartment; where, acknowledging to them that she should have found it + difficult in that moment to keep her promise of holding her eyes open, she + resigned herself to repose, and awakened not till the morning was + advanced. + </p> + <p> + Mary's first feeling when she awoke, was the doubt of her freedom; and the + impulse prompted her to start from bed, and hastily throwing her mantle + over her shoulders, to look out at the casement of her apartment. Oh, + sight of joy! instead of the crystal sheet of Lochleven, unaltered save by + the influence of the wind, a landscape of wood and moorland lay before + her, and the park around the castle was occupied by the troops of her most + faithful and most favourite nobles. + </p> + <p> + “Rise, rise, Catherine,” cried the enraptured Princess; “arise and come + hither!—here are swords and spears in true hands, and glittering + armour on loyal breasts. Here are banners, my girl, floating in the wind, + as lightly as summer clouds—Great God! what pleasure to my weary + eyes to trace their devices—thine own brave father's—the + princely Hamilton's—the faithful Fleming's—See—see—they + have caught a glimpse of me, and throng towards the window!” + </p> + <p> + She flung the casement open, and with her bare head, from which the + tresses flew back loose and dishevelled, her fair arm slenderly veiled by + her mantle, returned by motion and sign the exulting shouts of the + warriors, which echoed for many a furlong around. When the first burst of + ecstatic joy was over, she recollected how lightly she was dressed, and, + putting her hands to her face, which was covered with blushes at the + recollection, withdrew abruptly from the window. The cause of her retreat + was easily conjectured, and increased the general enthusiasm for a + Princess, who had forgotten her rank in her haste to acknowledge the + services of her subjects. The unadorned beauties of the lovely woman, too, + moved the military spectators more than the highest display of her regal + state might; and what might have seemed too free in her mode of appearing + before them, was more than atoned for by the enthusiasm of the moment and + by the delicacy evinced in her hasty retreat. Often as the shouts died + away, as often were they renewed, till wood and hill rung again; and many + a deep path was made that morning on the cross of the sword, that the hand + should not part with the weapon, till Mary Stewart was restored to her + rights. But what are promises, what the hopes of mortals? In ten days, + these gallant and devoted votaries were slain, were captives, or had fled. + </p> + <p> + Mary flung herself into the nearest seat, and still blushing, yet half + smiling, exclaimed, “<i>Ma mignone</i>, what will they think of me?—to + show myself to them with my bare feet hastily thrust into the slippers—only + this loose mantle about me—my hair loose on my shoulders—my + arms and neck so bare—Oh, the best they can suppose is, that her + abode in yonder dungeon has turned their Queen's brain! But my rebel + subjects saw me exposed when I was in the depth of affliction, why should + I hold colder ceremony with these faithful and loyal men?—Call + Fleming, however—I trust she has not forgotten the little mail with + my apparel—We must be as brave as we can, <i>mignóne</i>.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, madam, our good Lady Fleming was in no case to remember any thing.” + </p> + <p> + “You jest, Catherine,” said the Queen, somewhat offended; “it is not in + her nature surely, to forget her duty so far as to leave us without a + change of apparel?” + </p> + <p> + “Roland Graeme, madam, took care of that,” answered Catherine; “for he + threw the mail, with your highness's clothes and jewels, into the boat, + ere he ran back to lock the gate—I never saw so awkward a page as + that youth—the packet well-nigh fell on my head.” + </p> + <p> + “He shall make thy heart amends, my girl,” said Queen Mary, laughing, “for + that and all other offences given. But call Fleming, and let us put + ourselves into apparel to meet our faithful lords.” + </p> + <p> + Such had been the preparations, and such was the skill of Lady Fleming, + that the Queen appeared before her assembled nobles in such attire as + became, though it could not enhance, her natural dignity. With the most + winning courtesy, she expressed to each individual her grateful thanks, + and dignified not only every noble, but many of the lesser barons by her + particular attention. + </p> + <p> + “And whither now, my lords?” she said; “what way do your counsels + determine for us?” + </p> + <p> + “To Draphane Castle,” replied Lord Arbroath, “if your Majesty is so + pleased; and thence to Dunbarton, to place your Grace's person in safety, + after which we long to prove if these traitors will abide us in the + field.” + </p> + <p> + “And when do we journey?” + </p> + <p> + “We propose,” said Lord Seyton, “if your Grace's fatigue will permit, to + take horse after the morning's meal.” + </p> + <p> + “Your pleasure, my Lords, is mine,” replied the Queen; “we will rule our + journey by your wisdom now, and hope hereafter to have the advantage of + governing by it our kingdom.—You will permit my ladies and me, my + good lords, to break our fasts along with you—We must be half + soldiers ourselves, and set state apart.” + </p> + <p> + Low bowed many a helmeted head at this gracious proffer, when the Queen, + glancing her eyes through the assembled leaders, missed both Douglas and + Roland Graeme, and inquired for them in a whisper to Catherine Seyton. + </p> + <p> + “They are in yonder oratory, madam, sad enough,” replied Catherine; and + the Queen observed that her favourite's eyes were red with weeping. + </p> + <p> + “This must not be,” said the Queen. “Keep the company amused—I will + seek them, and introduce them myself.” + </p> + <p> + She went into the oratory, where the first she met was George Douglas, + standing, or rather reclining, in the recess of a window, his back rested + against the wall, and his arms folded on his breast. At the sight of the + Queen he started, and his countenance showed, for an instant, an + expression of intense delight, which was instantly exchanged for his usual + deep melancholy. + </p> + <p> + “What means this?” she said; “Douglas, why does the first deviser and bold + executor of the happy scheme for our freedom, shun the company of his + fellow-nobles, and of the Sovereign whom he has obliged?” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” replied Douglas, “those whom you grace with your presence bring + followers to aid your cause, wealth to support your state,—can offer + you halls in which to feast, and impregnable castles for your defence. I + am a houseless and landless man—disinherited by my mother, and laid + under her malediction—disowned by my name and kindred—who + bring nothing to your standard but a single sword, and the poor life of + its owner.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean to upbraid me, Douglas,” replied the Queen, “by showing what + you have lost for my sake?” + </p> + <p> + “God forbid, madam!” interrupted the young man, eagerly; “were it to do + again, and had I ten times as much rank and wealth, and twenty times as + many friends to lose, my losses would be overpaid by the first step you + made, as a free princess, upon the soil of your native kingdom.” + </p> + <p> + “And what then ails you, that you will not rejoice with those who rejoice + upon the same joyful occasion?” said the Queen. + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” replied the youth,” though exheridated and disowned, I am yet a + Douglas: with most of yonder nobles my family have been in feud for ages—a + cold reception amongst them, were an insult, and a kind one yet more + humiliating.” + </p> + <p> + “For shame, Douglas,” replied the Queen, “shake off this unmanly gloom!—I + can make thee match for the best of them in title and fortune, and, + believe me, I will.—Go then amongst them, I command you.” + </p> + <p> + “That word,” said Douglas, “is enough—I go. This only let me say, + that not for wealth or title would I have done that which I have done—Mary + Stewart will not, and the Queen cannot, reward me.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he left the oratory, mingled with the nobles, and placed + himself at the bottom of the table. The Queen looked after him, and put + her kerchief to her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Our Lady pity me,” she said, “for no sooner are my prison cares + ended, than those which beset me as a woman and a Queen again thicken + around me.—Happy Elizabeth! to whom political interest is every + thing, and whose heart never betrays thy head.—And now must I seek + this other boy, if I would prevent daggers-drawing betwixt him and the + young Seyton.” + </p> + <p> + Roland Graeme was in the same oratory, but at such a distance from + Douglas, that he could not overhear what passed betwixt the Queen and him. + He also was moody and thoughtful, but cleared his brow at the Queen's + question, “How now, Roland? you are negligent in your attendance this + morning. Are you so much overcome with your night's ride?” + </p> + <p> + “Not so, gracious madam,” answered Graeme; “but I am told the page of + Lochleven is not the page of Niddrie Castle; and so Master Henry Seyton + hath in a manner been pleased to supersede my attendance.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, Heaven forgive me,” said the Queen, “how soon these cock-chickens + begin to spar!—with children and boys, at least, I may be a queen.—I + will have you friends.—Some one send me Henry Seyton hither.” As she + spoke the last words aloud, the youth whom she had named entered the + apartment. “Come hither,” she said, “Henry Seyton—I will have you + give your hand to this youth, who so well aided in the plan of my escape.” + </p> + <p> + “Willingly, madam,” answered Seyton, “so that the youth will grant me, as + a boon, that he touch not the hand of another Seyton whom he knows of. My + hand has passed current for hers with him before now—and to win my + friendship, he must give up thoughts of my sister's love.” + </p> + <p> + “Henry Seyton,” said the Queen, “does it become you to add any condition + to my command?” + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” said Henry, “I am the servant of your Grace's throne, son to the + most loyal man in Scotland. Our goods, our castles, our blood, are yours: + Our honour is in our own keeping. I could say more, but—” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, speak on, rude boy,” said the Queen; “what avails it that I am + released from Lochleven, if I am thus enthralled under the yoke of my + pretended deliverers, and prevented from doing justice to one who has + deserved as well of me as yourself?” + </p> + <p> + “Be not in this distemperature for me, sovereign Lady,” said Roland; “this + young gentleman, being the faithful servant of your Grace, and the brother + of Catherine Seyton, bears that about him which will charm down my passion + at the hottest.” + </p> + <p> + “I warn thee once more,” said Henry Seyton, haughtily, “that you make no + speech which may infer that the daughter of Lord Seyton can be aught to + thee beyond what she is to every churl's blood in Scotland.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen was again about to interfere, for Roland's complexion rose, and + it became somewhat questionable how long his love for Catherine would + suppress the natural fire of his temper. But the interposition of another + person, hitherto unseen, prevented Mary's interference, There was in the + oratory a separate shrine, enclosed with a high screen of pierced oak, + within which was placed an image of Saint Bennet, of peculiar sanctity. + From this recess, in which she had been probably engaged in her devotions, + issued suddenly Magdalen Graeme, and addressed Henry Seyton, in reply to + his last offensive expressions,—“And of what clay, then, are they + moulded these Seytons, that the blood of the Graemes may not aspire to + mingle with theirs? Know, proud boy, that when I call this youth my + daughter's child, I affirm his descent from Malise Earl of Strathern, + called Malise with the Bright Brand; and I trow the blood of your house + springs from no higher source.” + </p> + <p> + “Good mother,” said Seyton, “methinks your sanctity should make you + superior to these worldly vanities; and indeed it seems to have rendered + you somewhat oblivious touching them, since, to be of gentle descent, the + father's name and lineage must be as well qualified as the mother's.” + </p> + <p> + “And if I say he comes of the blood of Avenel by the father's side,” + replied Magdalen Graeme, “name I not blood as richly coloured as thine + own?” + </p> + <p> + “Of Avenel?” said the Queen; “is my page descended of Avenel?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, gracious Princess, and the last male heir of that ancient house—Julian + Avenel was his father, who fell in battle against the Southron.” + </p> + <p> + “I have heard the tale of sorrow,” said the Queen; “it was thy daughter, + then, who followed that unfortunate baron to the field, and died on his + body? Alas! how many ways does woman's affection find to work out her own + misery! The tale has oft been told and sung in hall and bower—And + thou, Roland, art that child of misfortune, who was left among the dead + and dying? Henry Seyton, he is thine equal in blood and birth.” + </p> + <p> + “Scarcely so,” said Henry Seyton, “even were he legitimate; but if the + tale be told and sung aright, Julian Avenel was a false knight, and his + leman a frail and credulous maiden.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, by Heaven, thou liest!” said Roland Graeme, and laid his hand on his + sword. The entrance of Lord Seyton, however, prevented violence. + </p> + <p> + “Save me, my lord,” said the Queen, “and separate these wild and untamed + spirits.” + </p> + <p> + “How, Henry,” said the Baron, “are my castle, and the Queen's presence, no + checks on thine insolence and impetuosity?—And with whom art thou + brawling?—unless my eyes spell that token false, it is with the very + youth who aided me so gallantly in the skirmish with the Leslies—Let + me look, fair youth, at the medal which thou wearest in thy cap. By Saint + Bennet, it is the same!—Henry, I command thee to forbear him, as + thou lovest my blessing——” + </p> + <p> + “And as you honour my command,” said the Queen; “good service hath he done + me.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, madam,” replied young Seyton, “as when he carried the billet enclosed + in the sword-sheath to Lochleven—marry, the good youth knew no more + than a pack-horse what he was carrying.” + </p> + <p> + “But I who dedicated him to this great work,” said Magdalen Graeme—“I, + by whose advice and agency this just heir hath been unloosed from her + thraldom—I, who spared not the last remaining hope of a falling + house in this great action—I, at least, knew and counselled; and + what merit may be mine, let the reward, most gracious Queen, descend upon + this youth. My ministry here is ended; you are free—a sovereign + Princess, at the head of a gallant army, surrounded by valiant barons—My + service could avail you no farther, but might well prejudice you; your + fortune now rests upon men's hearts and men's swords. May they prove as + trusty as the faith of women!” + </p> + <p> + “You will not leave us, mother,” said the Queen—“you whose practices + in our favour were so powerful, who dared so many dangers, and wore so + many disguises, to blind our enemies and to confirm our friends—you + will not leave us in the dawn of our reviving fortunes, ere we have time + to know and to thank you?” + </p> + <p> + “You cannot know her,” answered Magdalen Graeme, “who knows not herself—there + are times, when, in this woman's frame of mine, there is the strength of + him of Gath—in this overtoiled brain, the wisdom of the most sage + counsellor—and again the mist is on me, and my strength is weakness, + my wisdom folly. I have spoken before princes and cardinals—ay, + noble Princess, even before the princes of thine own house of Lorraine; + and I know not whence the words of persuasion came which flowed from my + lips, and were drunk in by their ears.—And now, even when I most + need words of persuasion, there is something which chokes my voice, and + robs me of utterance.” + </p> + <p> + “If there be aught in my power to do thee pleasure,” said the Queen, “the + barely naming it shall avail as well as all thine eloquence.” + </p> + <p> + “Sovereign Lady,” replied the enthusiast, “it shames me that at this high + moment something of human frailty should cling to one, whose vows the + saints have heard, whose labours in the rightful cause Heaven has + prospered. But it will be thus while the living spirit is shrined in the + clay of mortality—I will yield to the folly,” she said, weeping as + she spoke, “and it shall be the last.” Then seizing Roland's hand, she led + him to the Queen's feet, kneeling herself upon one knee, and causing him + to kneel on both. “Mighty Princess,” she said, “look on this flower—it + was found by a kindly stranger on a bloody field of battle, and long it + was ere my anxious eyes saw, and my arms pressed, all that was left of my + only daughter. For your sake, and for that of the holy faith we both + profess, I could leave this plant, while it was yet tender, to the nurture + of strangers—ay, of enemies, by whom, perchance, his blood would + have been poured forth as wine, had the heretic Glendinning known that he + had in his house the heir of Julian Avenel. Since then I have seen him + only in a few hours of doubt and dread, and now I part with the child of + my love—for ever—for ever!—Oh, for every weary step I + have made in your rightful cause, in this and in foreign lands, give + protection to the child whom I must no more call mine!” + </p> + <p> + “I swear to you, mother,” said the Queen, deeply affected, “that, for your + sake and his own, his happiness and fortunes shall be our charge!” + </p> + <p> + “I thank you, daughter of princes,” said Magdalen, and pressed her lips, + first to the Queen's hand, then to the brow of her grandson. “And now,” + she said, drying her tears, and rising with dignity, “Earth has had its + own, and Heaven claims the rest.—Lioness of Scotland, go forth and + conquer! and if the prayers of a devoted votaress can avail thee, they + will rise in many a land, and from many a distant shrine. I will glide + like a ghost from land to land, from temple to temple; and where the very + name of my country is unknown, the priests shall ask who is the Queen of + that distant northern land, for whom the aged pilgrim was so fervent in + prayer. Farewell! Honour be thine, and earthly prosperity, if it be the + will of God—if not, may the penance thou shalt do here ensure thee + happiness hereafter!—Let no one speak or follow me—my + resolution is taken—my vow cannot be cancelled.” + </p> + <p> + She glided from their presence as she spoke, and her last look was upon + her beloved grandchild. He would have risen and followed, but the Queen + and Lord Seyton interfered. + </p> + <p> + “Press not on her now,” said Lord Seyton, “if you would not lose her for + ever. Many a time have we seen the sainted mother, and often at the most + needful moment; but to press on her privacy, or to thwart her purpose, is + a crime which she cannot pardon. I trust we shall yet see her at her need—a + holy woman she is for certain, and dedicated wholly to prayer and penance; + and hence the heretics hold her as one distracted, while true Catholics + deem her a saint.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me then hope,” said the Queen, “that you, my lord, will aid me in the + execution of her last request.” + </p> + <p> + “What! in the protection of my young second?—cheerfully—that + is, in all that your majesty can think it fitting to ask of me.—Henry, + give thy hand upon the instant to Roland Avenel, for so I presume he must + now be called.” + </p> + <p> + “And shall be Lord of the Barony,” said the Queen, “if God prosper our + rightful arms.” + </p> + <p> + “It can only be to restore it to my kind protectress, who now holds it,” + said young Avenel. “I would rather be landless, all my life, than she lost + a rood of ground by me.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” said the Queen, looking to Lord Seyton, “his mind matches his birth—Henry, + thou hast not yet given thy hand.” + </p> + <p> + “It is his,” said Henry, giving it with some appearance of courtesy, but + whispering Roland at the same time,—“For all this, thou hast not my + sister's.” + </p> + <p> + “May it please your Grace,” said Lord Seyton, “now that these passages are + over, to honour our poor meal. Time it were that our banners were + reflected in the Clyde. We must to horse with as little delay as may be.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0037" id="link2HCH0037"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Thirty-Seventh. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Ay, sir—our ancient crown, in these wild times, + Oft stood upon a cast—the gamester's ducat, + So often staked, and lost, and then regain'd, + Scarce knew so many hazards. + THE SPANISH FATHER. +</pre> + <p> + It is not our object to enter into the historical part of the reign of the + ill-fated Mary, or to recount how, during the week which succeeded her + flight from Lochleven, her partisans mustered around her with their + followers, forming a gallant army, amounting to six thousand men. So much + light has been lately thrown on the most minute details of the period, by + Mr. Chalmers, in his valuable history of Queen Mary, that the reader may + be safely referred to it for the fullest information which ancient records + afford concerning that interesting time. It is sufficient for our purpose + to say, that while Mary's head-quarters were at Hamilton, the Regent and + his adherents had, in the King's name, assembled a host at Glasgow, + inferior indeed to that of the Queen in numbers, but formidable from the + military talents of Murray, Morton, the Laird of Grange, and others, who + had been trained from their youth in foreign and domestic wars. + </p> + <p> + In these circumstances, it was the obvious policy of Queen Mary to avoid a + conflict, secure that were her person once in safety, the number of her + adherents must daily increase; whereas, the forces of those opposed to her + must, as had frequently happened in the previous history of her reign, + have diminished, and their spirits become broken. And so evident was this + to her counsellors, that they resolved their first step should be to place + the Queen in the strong castle of Dunbarton, there to await the course of + events, the arrival of succours from France, and the levies which were + made by her adherents in every province of Scotland. Accordingly, orders + were given, that all men should be on horseback or on foot, apparelled in + their armour, and ready to follow the Queen's standard in array of battle, + the avowed determination being to escort her to the Castle of Dunbarton in + defiance of her enemies. + </p> + <p> + The muster was made upon Hamilton-Moor, and the march commenced in all the + pomp of feudal times. Military music sounded, banners and pennons waved, + armour glittered far and wide, and spears glanced and twinkled like stars + in a frosty sky. The gallant spectacle of warlike parade was on this + occasion dignified by the presence of the Queen herself, who, with a fair + retinue of ladies and household attendants, and a special guard of + gentlemen, amongst whom young Seyton and Roland were distinguished, gave + grace at once and confidence to the army, which spread its ample files + before, around, and behind her. Many churchmen also joined the cavalcade, + most of whom did not scruple to assume arms, and declare their intention + of wielding them in defence of Mary and the Catholic faith. Not so the + Abbot of Saint Mary's. Roland had not seen this prelate since the night of + their escape from Lochleven, and he now beheld him, robed in the dress of + his order, assume his station near the Queen's person. Roland hastened to + pull off his basnet, and beseech the Abbot's blessing. + </p> + <p> + “Thou hast it, my son!” said the priest; “I see thee now under thy true + name, and in thy rightful garb. The helmet with the holly branch befits + your brows well—I have long waited for the hour thou shouldst assume + it.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you knew of my descent, my good father?” said Roland. + </p> + <p> + “I did so, but it was under seal of confession from thy grandmother; nor + was I at liberty to tell the secret, till she herself should make it + known.” + </p> + <p> + “Her reason for such secrecy, my father?” said Roland Avenel. + </p> + <p> + “Fear, perchance of my brother—a mistaken fear, for Halbert would + not, to ensure himself a kingdom, have offered wrong to an orphan; besides + that, your title, in quiet times, even had your father done your mother + that justice which I well hope he did, could not have competed with that + of my brother's wife, the child of Julian's elder brother.” + </p> + <p> + “They need fear no competition from me,” said Avenel. “Scotland is wide + enough, and there are many manors to win, without plundering my + benefactor. But prove to me, my reverend father, that my father was just + to my mother—show me that I may call myself a legitimate Avenel, and + make me your bounden slave for ever.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” replied the Abbot, “I hear the Seytons hold thee cheap for that + stain on thy shield. Something, however, I have learnt from the late Abbot + Boniface, which, if it prove sooth, may redeem that reproach.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me that blessed news,” said Roland, “and the future service of my + life—” + </p> + <p> + “Rash boy!” said the Abbot, “I should but madden thine impatient temper, + by exciting hopes that may never be fulfilled—and is this a time for + them? Think on what perilous march we are bound, and if thou hast a sin + unconfessed, neglect not the only leisure which Heaven may perchance + afford thee for confession and absolution.” + </p> + <p> + “There will be time enough for both, I trust, when we reach Dunbarton,” + answered the page. + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” said the Abbot, “thou crowest as loudly as the rest—but we are + not yet at Dunbarton, and there is a lion in the path.” + </p> + <p> + “Mean you Murray, Morton, and the other rebels at Glasgow, my reverend + father? Tush! they dare not look on the royal banner.” + </p> + <p> + “Even so,” replied the Abbot, “speak many of those who are older, and + should be wiser, than thou.—I have returned from the southern + shires, where I left many a chief of name arming in the Queen's interest—I + left the lords here wise and considerate men—I find them madmen on + my return—they are willing, for mere pride and vain-glory, to brave + the enemy, and to carry the Queen, as it were in triumph, past the walls + of Glasgow, and under the beards of the adverse army.—Seldom does + Heaven smile on such mistimed confidence. We shall be encountered, and + that to the purpose.” + </p> + <p> + “And so much the better,” replied Roland; “the field of battle was my + cradle.” + </p> + <p> + “Beware it be not thy dying bed,” said the Abbot. “But what avails it + whispering to young wolves the dangers of the chase? You will know, + perchance, ere this day is out, what yonder men are, whom you hold in rash + contempt.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what are they?” said Henry Seyton, who now joined them: “have they + sinews of wire, and flesh of iron?—Will lead pierce and steel cut + them?—If so, reverend father, we have little to fear.” + </p> + <p> + “They are evil men,” said the Abbot, “but the trade of war demands no + saints.—Murray and Morton are known to be the best generals in + Scotland. No one ever saw Lindesay's or Ruthven's back—Kirkaldy of + Grange was named by the Constable Montmorency the first soldier in Europe—My + brother, too good a name for such a cause, has been far and wide known for + a soldier.” + </p> + <p> + “The better, the better!” said Seyton, triumphantly; “we shall have all + these traitors of rank and name in a fair field before us. Our cause is + the best, our numbers are the strongest, our hearts and limbs match theirs—Saint + Bennet, and set on!” + </p> + <p> + The Abbot made no reply, but seemed lost in reflection; and his anxiety in + some measure communicated itself to Roland Avenel, who ever, as their line + of march led over a ridge or an eminence, cast an anxious look towards the + towers of Glasgow, as if he expected to see symptoms of the enemy issuing + forth. It was not that he feared the fight, but the issue was of such deep + import to his country, and to himself, that the natural fire of his spirit + burned with a less lively, though with a more intense glow. Love, honour, + fame, fortune, all seemed to depend on the issue of one field, rashly + hazarded perhaps, but now likely to become unavoidable and decisive. + </p> + <p> + When, at length, their march came to be nearly parallel with the city of + Glasgow, Roland became sensible that the high grounds before them were + already in part occupied by a force, showing, like their own, the royal + banner of Scotland, and on the point of being supported by columns of + infantry and squadrons of horse, which the city gates had poured forth, + and which hastily advanced to sustain those troops who already possessed + the ground in front of the Queen's forces. Horseman after horseman + galloped in from the advanced guard, with tidings that Murray had taken + the field with his whole army; that his object was to intercept the + Queen's march, and his purpose unquestionable to hazard a battle. It was + now that the tempers of men were subjected to a sudden and a severe trial; + and that those who had too presumptuously concluded that they would pass + without combat, were something disconcerted, when, at once, and with + little time to deliberate, they found themselves placed in front of a + resolute enemy.—Their chiefs immediately assembled around the Queen, + and held a hasty council of war. Mary's quivering lip confessed the fear + which she endeavoured to conceal under a bold and dignified demeanour. But + her efforts were overcome by painful recollections of the disastrous issue + of her last appearance in arms at Carberry-hill; and when she meant to + have asked them their advice for ordering the battle, she involuntarily + inquired whether there were no means of escaping without an engagement? + </p> + <p> + “Escaping?” answered the Lord Seyton; “when I stand as one to ten of your + Highness's enemies, I may think of escape—but never while I stand + with three to two!” + </p> + <p> + “Battle! battle!” exclaimed the assembled lords; “we will drive the rebels + from their vantage ground, as the hound turns the hare on the hill side.” + </p> + <p> + “Methinks, my noble lords,” said the Abbot, “it were as well to prevent + his gaining that advantage.—Our road lies through yonder hamlet on + the brow, and whichever party hath the luck to possess it, with its little + gardens and enclosures, will attain a post of great defence.” + </p> + <p> + “The reverend father is right,” said the Queen. “Oh, haste thee, Seyton, + haste, and get thither before them—they are marching like the wind.” + </p> + <p> + Seyton bowed low, and turned his horse's head.—“Your Highness + honours me,” he said; “I will instantly press forward, and seize the + pass.” + </p> + <p> + “Not before me, my lord, whose charge is the command of the vanguard,” + said the Lord of Arbroath. + </p> + <p> + “Before you, or any Hamilton in Scotland,” said the Seyton, “having the + Queen's command—Follow me, gentlemen, my vassals and kinsmen—Saint + Bennet, and set on!” + </p> + <p> + “And follow me,” said Arbroath, “my noble kinsmen, and brave men-tenants, + we will see which will first reach the post of danger. For God and Queen + Mary!” + </p> + <p> + “Ill-omened haste, and most unhappy strife,” said the Abbot, who saw them + and their followers rush hastily and emulously to ascend the height + without waiting till their men were placed in order.—“And you, + gentlemen,” he continued, addressing Roland and Seyton, who were each + about to follow those who hastened thus disorderly to the conflict, “will + you leave the Queen's person unguarded?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, leave me not, gentlemen!” said the Queen—“Roland and Seyton, do + not leave me—there are enough of arms to strike in this fell combat—withdraw + not those to whom I trust for my safety.” + </p> + <p> + “We may not leave her Grace,” said Roland, looking at Seyton, and turning + his horse. + </p> + <p> + “I ever looked when thou wouldst find out that,” rejoined the fiery youth. + </p> + <p> + Roland made no answer, but bit his lip till the blood came, and spurring + his horse up to the side of Catherine Seyton's palfrey, he whispered in a + low voice, “I never thought to have done aught to deserve you; but this + day I have heard myself upbraided with cowardice, and my sword remained + still sheathed, and all for the love of you.” + </p> + <p> + “There is madness among us all,” said the damsel; “my father, my brother, + and you, are all alike bereft of reason. Ye should think only of this poor + Queen, and you are all inspired by your own absurd jealousies—The + monk is the only soldier and man of sense amongst you all.—My lord + Abbot,” she cried aloud, “were it not better we should draw to the + westward, and wait the event that God shall send us, instead of remaining + here in the highway, endangering the Queen's person, and cumbering the + troops in their advance?” + </p> + <p> + “You say well, my daughter,” replied the Abbot; “had we but one to guide + us where the Queen's person may be in safety—Our nobles hurry to the + conflict, without casting a thought on the very cause of the war.” + </p> + <p> + “Follow me,” said a knight, or man-at-arms, well mounted, and attired + completely in black armour, but having the visor of his helmet closed, and + bearing no crest on his helmet, or device upon his shield. + </p> + <p> + “We will follow no stranger,” said the Abbot, “without some warrant of his + truth.” + </p> + <p> + “I am a stranger and in your hands,” said the horseman; “if you wish to + know more of me, the Queen herself will be your warrant.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen had remained fixed to the spot, as if disabled by fear, yet + mechanically smiling, bowing, and waving her hand, as banners were lowered + and spears depressed before her, while, emulating the strife betwixt + Seyton and Arbroath, band on band pressed forward their march towards the + enemy. Scarce, however, had the black rider whispered something in her + ear, than she assented to what he said; and when he spoke aloud, and with + an air of command, “Gentlemen, it is the Queen's pleasure that you should + follow me,” Mary uttered, with something like eagerness, the word “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + All were in motion in an instant; for the black horseman, throwing off a + sort of apathy of manner, which his first appearance indicated, spurred + his horse to and fro, making him take such active bounds and short turns, + as showed the rider master of the animal; and getting the Queen's little + retinue in some order for marching, he led them to the left, directing his + course towards a castle, which, crowning a gentle yet commanding eminence, + presented an extensive view over the country beneath, and in particular, + commanded a view of those heights which both armies hastened to occupy, + and which it was now apparent must almost instantly be the scene of + struggle and dispute. + </p> + <p> + “Yonder towers,” said the Abbot, questioning the sable horseman, “to whom + do they belong?—and are they in the hands of friends?” + </p> + <p> + “They are untenanted,” replied the stranger, “or, at least, they have no + hostile inmates.—But urge these youths. Sir Abbot, to make more + haste—this is but an evil time to satisfy their idle curiosity, by + peering out upon the battle in which they are to take no share.” + </p> + <p> + “The worse luck mine,” said Henry Seyton, who overheard him—“I would + rather be under my father's banner at this moment than be made Chamberlain + of Holyrood, for this my present duty of peaceful ward well and patiently + discharged.” + </p> + <p> + “Your place under your father's banner will shortly be right dangerous,” + said Roland Avenel, who, pressing his horse towards the westward, had + still his look reverted to the armies; “for I see yonder body of cavalry, + which presses from the eastward, will reach the village ere Lord Seyton + can gain it.” + </p> + <p> + “They are but cavalry,” said Seyton, looking attentively; “they cannot + hold the village without shot of harquebuss.” + </p> + <p> + “Look more closely,” said Roland; “you will see that each of these + horseman who advance so rapidly from Glasgow, carries a footman behind + him.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, by Heaven, he speaks well!” said the black cavalier; “one of you two + must go carry the news to Lord Seyton and Lord Arbroath, that they hasten + not their horsemen on before the foot, but advance more regularly.” + </p> + <p> + “Be that my errand,” said Roland, “for I first marked the stratagem of the + enemy.” + </p> + <p> + “But, by your leave,” said Seyton, “yonder is my father's banner engaged, + and it best becomes me to go to the rescue.” + </p> + <p> + “I will stand by the Queen's decision,” said Roland Avenel. + </p> + <p> + “What new appeal?—what new quarrel?” said Queen Mary—“Are + there not in yonder dark host enemies enough to Mary Stewart, but must her + very friends turn enemies to each other?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, madam,” said Roland, “the young master of Seyton and I did but + dispute who should leave your person to do a most needful message to the + host. He thought his rank entitled him, and I deemed that the person of + least consequence, being myself, were better perilled—” + </p> + <p> + “Not so,” said the Queen; “if one must leave me, be it Seyton.” + </p> + <p> + Henry Seyton bowed till the white plumes on his helmet mixed with the + flowing mane of his gallant war-horse, then placed himself firm in the + saddle, shook his lance aloft with an air of triumph and determination, + and striking his horse with the spurs, made towards his father's banner, + which was still advancing up the hill, and dashed his steed over every + obstacle that occurred in his headlong path. + </p> + <p> + “My brother! my father!” exclaimed Catherine, with an expression of + agonized apprehension—“they are in the midst of peril, and I in + safety!” + </p> + <p> + “Would to God,” said Roland, “that I were with them, and could ransom + every drop of their blood by two of mine!” + </p> + <p> + “Do I not know thou dost wish it?” said Catherine—“Can a woman say + to a man what I have well-nigh said to thee, and yet think that he could + harbour fear or faintness of heart?—There is that in yon distant + sound of approaching battle that pleases me even while it affrights me. I + would I were a man, that I might feel that stern delight, without the + mixture of terror!” + </p> + <p> + “Ride up, ride up, Lady Catherine Seyton,” cried the Abbot, as they still + swept on at a rapid pace, and were now close beneath the walls of the + castle—“ride up, and aid Lady Fleming to support the Queen—she + gives way more and more.” + </p> + <p> + They halted and lifted Mary from the saddle, and were about to support her + towards the castle, when she said faintly, “Not there—not there—these + walls will I never enter more!” + </p> + <p> + “Be a Queen, madam,” said the Abbot, “and forget that you are a woman.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I must forget much, much more,” answered the unfortunate Mary, in an + under tone, “ere I can look with steady eyes on these well-known scenes!—I + must forget the days which I spent here as the bride of the lost—the + murdered——” + </p> + <p> + “This is the Castle of Crookstone,” said the Lady Fleming, “in which the + Queen held her first court after she was married to Darnley.” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven,” said the Abbot, “thy hand is upon us!—Bear yet up, madam—your + foes are the foes of Holy Church, and God will this day decide whether + Scotland shall be Catholic or heretic.” + </p> + <p> + A heavy and continued fire of cannon and musketry, bore a tremendous + burden to his words, and seemed far more than they to recall the spirits + of the Queen. + </p> + <p> + “To yonder tree,” she said, pointing to a yew-tree which grew on a small + mount close to the castle; “I know it well—from thence you may see a + prospect wide as from the peaks of Schehallion.” + </p> + <p> + And freeing herself from her assistants, she walked with a determined, yet + somewhat wild step, up to the stem of the noble yew. The Abbot, Catherine, + and Roland Avenel followed her, while Lady Fleming kept back the inferior + persons of her train. The black horseman also followed the Queen, waiting + on her as closely as the shadow upon the light, but ever remaining at the + distance of two or three yards—-he folded his arms on his bosom, + turned his back to the battle, and seemed solely occupied by gazing on + Mary, through the bars of his closed visor. The Queen regarded him not, + but fixed her eyes upon the spreading yew.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, fair and stately tree,” she said, as if at the sight of it she had + been rapt away from the present scene, and had overcome the horror which + had oppressed her at the first approach to Crookstone, “there thou + standest, gay and goodly as ever, though thou hearest the sounds of war, + instead of the vows of love. All is gone since I last greeted thee—love + and lover—vows and vower—king and kingdom.—How goes the + field, my Lord Abbot?—with us, I trust—yet what but evil can + Mary's eyes witness from this spot?” + </p> + <p> + Her attendants eagerly bent their eyes on the field of battle, but could + discover nothing more than that it was obstinately contested. The small + enclosures and cottage gardens in the village, of which they had a full + and commanding view, and which shortly before lay, with their lines of + sycamore and ash-trees, so still and quiet in the mild light of a May sun, + were now each converted into a line of fire, canopied by smoke; and the + sustained and constant report of the musketry and cannon, mingled with the + shouts of meeting combatants, showed that as yet neither party had given + ground. + </p> + <p> + “Many a soul finds its final departure to heaven or hell, in these awful + thunders,” said the Abbot; “let those that believe in the Holy Church, + join me in orisons for victory in this dreadful combat.” + </p> + <p> + “Not here—not here,” said the unfortunate Queen; “pray not here, + father, or pray in silence—my mind is too much torn between the past + and the present, to dare to approach the heavenly throne—Or, if we + will pray, be it for one whose fondest affections have been her greatest + crimes, and who has ceased to be a queen, only because she was a deceived + and a tender-hearted woman.” + </p> + <p> + “Were it not well,” said Roland, “that I rode somewhat nearer the hosts, + and saw the fate of the day?” + </p> + <p> + “Do so, in the name of God,” said the Abbot; “for if our friends are + scattered, our flight must be hasty—but beware thou approach not too + nigh the conflict; there is more than thine own life depends on thy safe + return.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, go not too nigh,” said Catherine; “but fail not to see how the + Seytons fight, and how they bear themselves.” + </p> + <p> + “Fear nothing, I will be on my guard,” said Roland Avenel; and without + waiting farther answer, rode towards the scene of conflict, keeping, as he + rode, the higher and unenclosed ground, and ever looking cautiously around + him, for fear of involving himself in some hostile party. As he + approached, the shots rung sharp and more sharply on his ear, the shouts + came wilder and wilder, and he felt that thick beating of the heart, that + mixture of natural apprehension, intense curiosity, and anxiety for the + dubious event, which even the bravest experience when they approach alone + to a scene of interest and of danger. + </p> + <p> + At length he drew so close, that from a bank, screened by bushes and + underwood, he could distinctly see where the struggle was most keenly + maintained. This was in a hollow way, leading to the village, up which the + Queen's vanguard had marched, with more hasty courage than well-advised + conduct, for the purpose of possessing themselves of that post of + advantage. They found their scheme anticipated, and the hedges and + enclosures already occupied by the enemy, led by the celebrated Kirkaldy + of Grange and the Earl of Morton; and not small was the loss which they + sustained while struggling forward to come to close with the men-at-arms + on the other side. But, as the Queen's followers were chiefly noblemen and + barons, with their kinsmen and followers, they had pressed onward, + contemning obstacles and danger, and had, when Roland arrived on the + ground, met hand to hand at the gorge of the pass with the Regent's + vanguard, and endeavoured to bear them out of the village at the + spear-point; while their foes, equally determined to keep the advantage + which they had attained, struggled with the like obstinacy to drive back + the assailants. Both parties were on foot, and armed in proof; so that, + when the long lances of the front ranks were fixed in each other's + shields, corslets, and breastplates, the struggle resembled that of two + bulls, who fixing their frontlets hard against each other, remain in that + posture for hours, until the superior strength or obstinacy of the one + compels the other to take to flight, or bears him down to the earth. Thus + locked together in the deadly struggle, which swayed slowly to and fro, as + one or other party gained the advantage, those who fell were trampled on + alike by friends and foes; those whose weapons were broken, retired from + the front rank, and had their place supplied by others; while the rearward + ranks, unable otherwise to share in the combat, fired their pistols, and + hurled their daggers, and the points and truncheons of the broken weapons, + like javelins against the enemy. + </p> + <p> + “God and the Queen!” resounded from the one party; “God and the King!” + thundered from the other; while, in the name of their sovereign, + fellow-subjects on both sides shed each other's blood, and, in the name of + their Creator, defaced his image. Amid the tumult was often heard the + voices of the captains, shouting their commands; of leaders and chiefs, + crying their gathering words; of groans and shrieks from the falling and + the dying. + </p> + <p> + The strife had lasted nearly an hour. The strength of both parties seemed + exhausted; but their rage was unabated, and their obstinacy unsubdued, + when Roland, who turned eye and ear to all around him, saw a column of + infantry, headed by a few horsemen, wheel round the base of the bank where + he had stationed himself, and, levelling their long lances, attack the + Queen's vanguard, closely engaged as they were in conflict on their front. + The very first glance showed him that the leader who directed this + movement was the Knight of Avenel, his ancient master; and the next + convinced him, that its effects would be decisive. The result of the + attack of fresh and unbroken forces upon the flank of those already + wearied with a long and obstinate struggle, was, indeed, instantaneous. + </p> + <p> + The column of the assailants, which had hitherto shown one dark, dense, + and united line of helmets, surmounted with plumage, was at once broken + and hurled in confusion down the hill, which they had so long endeavoured + to gain. In vain were the leaders heard calling upon their followers to + stand to the combat, and seen personally resisting when all resistance was + evidently vain. They were slain, or felled to the earth, or hurried + backwards by the mingled tide of flight and pursuit. What were Roland's + feelings on beholding the rout, and feeling that all that remained for him + was to turn bridle, and endeavour to ensure the safety of the Queen's + person! Yet, keen as his grief and shame might be, they were both + forgotten, when, almost close beneath the bank which he occupied, he saw + Henry Seyton forced away from his own party in the tumult, covered with + dust and blood, and defending himself desperately against several of the + enemy who had gathered around him, attracted by his gay armour. Roland + paused not a moment, but pushing his steed down the bank, leaped him + amongst the hostile party, dealt three or four blows amongst them, which + struck down two, and made the rest stand aloof; then reaching Seyton his + hand, he exhorted him to seize fast on his horse's mane. + </p> + <p> + “We live or die together this day,” said he; “keep but fast hold till we + are out of the press, and then my horse is yours.” + </p> + <p> + Seyton heard and exerted his remaining strength, and, by their joint + efforts, Roland brought him out of danger, and behind the spot from whence + he had witnessed the disastrous conclusion of the fight. But no sooner + were they under shelter of the trees, than Seyton let go his hold, and, in + spite of Roland's efforts to support him, fell at length on the turf. + “Trouble yourself no more with me,” he said; “this is my first and my last + battle—and I have already seen too much to wish to see the close. + Hasten to save the Queen—and commend me to Catherine—she will + never more be mistaken for me nor I for her—the last sword-stroke + has made an eternal distinction.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me aid you to mount my horse,” said Roland, eagerly, “and you may yet + be saved—I can find my own way on foot—turn but my horse's + head westward, and he will carry you fleet and easy as the wind.” + </p> + <p> + “I will never mount steed more,” said the youth; “farewell—I love + thee better dying, than ever I thought to have done while in life—I + would that old man's blood were not on my hand!—<i>Sancte Benedicte, + ora pro me</i>—Stand not to look on a dying man, but haste to save + the Queen!” + </p> + <p> + These words were spoken with the last effort of his voice, and scarce were + they uttered ere the speaker was no more. They recalled Roland to a sense + of the duty which he had well-nigh forgotten, but they did not reach his + ears only. + </p> + <p> + “The Queen—where is the Queen?” said Halbert Glendinning, who, + followed by two or three horsemen, appeared at this instant. Roland made + no answer, but, turning his horse, and confiding in his speed, gave him at + once rein and spur, and rode over height and hollow towards the Castle of + Crookstone. More heavily armed, and mounted upon a horse of less speed, + Sir Halbert Glendinning followed with couched lance, calling out as he + rode, “Sir, with the holly-branch, halt, and show your right to bear that + badge—fly not thus cowardly, nor dishonour the cognizance thou + deservest not to wear!—Halt, sir coward, or by Heaven, I will strike + thee with my lance on the back, and slay thee like a dastard—I am + the Knight of Avenel—I am Halbert Glendinning.” + </p> + <p> + But Roland, who had no purpose of encountering his old master, and who, + besides, knew the Queen's safety depended on his making the best speed he + could, answered not a word to the defiances and reproaches which Sir + Halbert continued to throw out against him; but making the best use of his + spurs, rode yet harder than before, and had gained about a hundred yards + upon his pursuer, when, coming near to the yew-tree where he had left the + Queen, he saw them already getting to horse, and cried out as loud as he + could, “Foes! foes!—Ride for it, fair ladies—Brave gentlemen, + do your devoir to protect them!” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he wheeled his horse, and avoiding the shock of Sir Halbert + Glendinning, charged one of that Knight's followers, who was nearly on a + line with him, so rudely with his lance, that he overthrew horse and man. + He then drew his sword and attacked the second, while the black + man-at-arms, throwing himself in the way of Glendinning, they rushed on + each other so fiercely, that both horses were overthrown, and the riders + lay rolling on the plain. Neither was able to arise, for the black + horseman was pierced through with Glendinning's lance, and the Knight of + Avenel, oppressed with the weight of his own horse and sorely bruised + besides, seemed in little better plight than he whom he had mortally + wounded. + </p> + <p> + “Yield thee, Sir Knight of Avenel, rescue or no rescue,” said Roland, who + had put a second antagonist out of condition to combat, and hastened to + prevent Glendinning from renewing the conflict. + </p> + <p> + “I may not choose but yield,” said Sir Halbert, “since I can no longer + fight; but it shames me to speak such a word to a coward like thee!” + </p> + <p> + “Call me not coward,” said Roland, lifting his visor, and helping his + prisoner to rise, “since but for old kindness at thy hands, and yet more + at thy lady's, I had met thee as a brave man should.” + </p> + <p> + “The favourite page of my wife!” said Sir Halbert, astonished; “Ah! + wretched boy, I have heard of thy treason at Lochleven.” + </p> + <p> + “Reproach him not, my brother,” said the Abbot, “he was but an agent in + the hands of Heaven.” + </p> + <p> + “To horse, to horse!” said Catherine Seyton; “mount and begone, or we are + all lost. I see our gallant army flying for many a league—To horse, + my Lord Abbot—To horse, Roland—my gracious Liege, to horse! + Ere this, we should have ridden many a mile.” + </p> + <p> + “Look on these features,” said Mary, pointing to the dying knight, who had + been unhelmed by some compassionate hand; “look there, and tell me if she + who ruins all who love her, ought to fly a foot farther to save her + wretched life!” + </p> + <p> + The reader must have long anticipated the discovery which the Queen's + feelings had made before her eyes confirmed it. It was the features of the + unhappy George Douglas, on which death was stamping his mark. + </p> + <p> + “Look—look at him well,” said the Queen, “thus has it been with all + who loved Mary Stewart!—The royalty of Francis, the wit of + Chastelar, the power and gallantry of the gay Gordon, the melody of + Rizzio, the portly form and youthful grace of Darnley, the bold address + and courtly manners of Bothwell—and now the deep-devoted passion of + the noble Douglas—nought could save them!—they looked on the + wretched Mary, and to have loved her was crime enough to deserve early + death! No sooner had the victim formed a kind thought of me, than the + poisoned cup, the axe and block, the dagger, the mine, were ready to + punish them for casting away affection on such a wretch as I am!—Importune + me not—I will fly no farther—I can die but once, and I will + die here.” + </p> + <p> + While she spoke, her tears fell fast on the face of the dying man, who + continued to fix his eyes on her with an eagerness of passion, which death + itself could hardly subdue.—“Mourn not for me,” he said faintly, + “but care for your own safety—I die in mine armour as a Douglas + should, and I die pitied by Mary Stewart!” + </p> + <p> + He expired with these words, and without withdrawing his eyes from her + face; and the Queen, whose heart was of that soft and gentle mould, which + in domestic life, and with a more suitable partner than Darnley, might + have made her happy, remained weeping by the dead man, until recalled to + herself by the Abbot, who found it necessary to use a style of unusual + remonstrance. “We also, madam,” he said, “we, your Grace's devoted + followers, have friends and relatives to weep for. I leave a brother in + imminent jeopardy—the husband of the Lady Fleming—the father + and brothers of the Lady Catherine, are all in yonder bloody field, slain, + it is to be feared, or prisoners. We forget the fate of our nearest and + dearest, to wait on our Queen, and she is too much occupied with her own + sorrows to give one thought to ours.” + </p> + <p> + “I deserve not your reproach, father,” said the Queen, checking her tears; + “but I am docile to it—where must we go—what must we do?” + </p> + <p> + “We must fly, and that instantly,” said the Abbot; “whither is not so + easily answered, but we may dispute it upon the road—Lift her to her + saddle, and set forward.” + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: I am informed in the most polite manner, by D. MacVean, Esq. of + Glasgow, that I have been incorrect in my locality, in giving an account + of the battle of Langside. Crookstone Castle, he observes, lies four miles + west from the field of battle, and rather in the rear of Murray's army. + The real place from which Mary saw the rout of her last army, was Cathcart + Castle, which, being a mile and a half east from Langside, was, situated + in the rear of the Queen's own army. I was led astray in the present case, + by the authority of my deceased friend, James Grahame the excellent and + amiable author of the Sabbath, in his drama on the subject of Queen Mary; + and by a traditionary report of Mary having seen the battle from the + Castle of Crookstone, which seemed so much to increase the interest of the + scene, that I have been unwilling to make, in this particular instance, + the fiction give way to the fact, which last is undoubtedly in favour of + Mr. MacVean's system. + </p> + <p> + It is singular how tradition, which is sometimes a sure guide to truth, + is, in other cases, prone to mislead us. In the celebrated field of battle + at Killiecrankie, the traveller is struck with one of those rugged pillars + of rough stone, which indicate the scenes of ancient conflict. A friend of + the author, well acquainted with the circumstances of the battle, was + standing near this large stone, and looking on the scene around, when a + highland shepherd hurried down from the hill to offer his services as + cicerone, and proceeded to inform him, that Dundee was slain at that + stone, which was raised to his memory. “Fie, Donald.” answered my friend, + “how can you tell such a story to a stranger? I am sure you know well + enough that Dundee was killed at a considerable distance from this place, + near the house of Fascally, and that this stone was here long before the + battle, in 1688.”—“Oich! oich!” said Donald, no way abashed, “and + your honour's in the right, and I see you ken a' about it. And he wasna + killed on the spot neither, but lived till the next morning; but a' the + Saxon gentlemen like best to hear he was killed at the great stane.” It is + on the same principle of pleasing my readers, that I retain Crookstone + Castle instead of Cathcart. + </p> + <p> + If, however, the author has taken a liberty in removing the actual field + of battle somewhat to the eastward, he has been tolerably strict in + adhering to the incidents of the engagement, as will appear from it + comparison of events in the novel, with the following account from an old + writer. + </p> + <p> + “The Regent was out on foot and all his company, except the Laird of + Grange, Alexander Hume of Manderston, and some borderers to the number of + two hundred. The Laird of Grange had already viewed the ground, and with + all imaginable diligence caused every horseman to take behind him a + footman of the Regent's, to guard behind them, and rode with speed to the + head of Langside-hill, and set down the footmen with their culverings at + the head of a straight lane, where there were some cottage houses and + yards of great advantage. Which soldiers with their continual shot killed + divers of the vaunt guard, led by the Hamiltons, who, courageously and + fiercely ascending up the hill, were already out of breath, when the + Regent's vaunt guard joined with them. Where the worthy Lord Hume fought + on foot with his pike in his hand very manfully, assisted by the Laird of + Cessford, his brother-in-law, who helped him up again when he was strucken + to the ground by many strokes upon his face, through the throwing pistols + at him after they had been discharged. He was also wounded with staves, + and had many strokes of spears through his legs; for he and Grange, at the + joining, cried to let their adversaries first lay down their spears, to + bear up theirs; which spears were so thick fixed in the others' jacks, + that some of the pistols and great staves that were thrown by them which + were behind, might be seen lying upon the spears. + </p> + <p> + “Upon the Queen's side the Earl of Argyle commanded the battle, and the + Lord of Arbroth the vaunt guard. But the Regent committed to the Laird of + Grange the special care, as being an experimented captain, to oversee + every danger, and to ride to every wing, to encourage and make help where + greatest need was. He perceived, at the first joining, the right wing of + the Regent's vaunt guard put back and like to fly, whereof the greatest + part were commons of the barony of Renfrew; whereupon he rode to them, and + told them that their enemy was already turning their backs, requesting + them to stay and debate till he should bring them fresh men forth of the + battle. Whither at full speed he did ride alone, and told the Regent that + the enemy were shaken and flying away behind the little village, and + desired a few number of fresh men to go with him. Where he found enough + willing, as the Lord Lindesay, the Laird of Lochleven, Sir James Balfour, + and all the Regent's servants, who followed him with diligence, and + reinforced that wing which was beginning to fly; which fresh men with + their loose weapons struck the enemies in their flank and faces, which + forced them incontinent to give place and turn back after long fighting + and pushing others to and fro with their spears. There were not many + horsemen to pursue after them, and the Regent cried to save and not to + kill, and Grange was never cruel, so that there were few slain and taken. + And the only slaughter was at the first rencounter by the shot of the + soldiers, which Grange had planted at the lane head behind some dikes.” + </p> + <p> + It is remarkable that, while passing through the small town of Renfrew, + some partisans, adherents of the House of Lennox, attempting to arrest + Queen Mary and her attendants, were obliged to make way for her not + without slaughter.] + </p> + <p> + They set off accordingly—Roland lingered a moment to command the + attendants of the Knight of Avenel to convey their master to the Castle of + Crookstone, and to say that he demanded from him no other condition of + liberty, than his word, that he and his followers would keep secret the + direction in which the Queen fled. As he turned his rein to depart, the + honest countenance of Adam Woodcock stared upon him with an expression of + surprise, which, at another time, would have excited his hearty mirth. He + had been one of the followers who had experienced the weight of Roland's + arm, and they now knew each other, Roland having put up his visor, and the + good yeoman having thrown away his barret-cap, with the iron bars in + front, that he might the more readily assist his master. Into this + barret-cap, as it lay on the ground, Roland forgot not to drop a few gold + pieces, (fruits of the Queen's liberality,) and with a signal of kind + recollection and enduring friendship, he departed at full gallop to + overtake the Queen, the dust raised by her train being already far down + the hill. + </p> + <p> + “It is not fairy-money,” said honest Adam, weighing and handling the gold—“And + it was Master Roland himself, that is a certain thing—the same open + hand, and, by our Lady!” (shrugging his shoulders)—“the same ready + fist!—My Lady will hear of this gladly, for she mourns for him as if + he were her son. And to see how gay he is! But these light lads are as + sure to be uppermost as the froth to be on the top of the quart-pot—Your + man of solid parts remains ever a falconer.” So saying, he went to aid his + comrades, who had now come up in greater numbers, to carry his master into + the Castle of Crookstone. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0038" id="link2HCH0038"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter the Thirty-Eighth. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + My native land, good night! + BYRON. +</pre> + <p> + Many a bitter tear was shed, during the hasty flight of Queen Mary, over + fallen hopes, future prospects, and slaughtered friends. The deaths of the + brave Douglas, and of the fiery but gallant young Seyton, seemed to affect + the Queen as much as the fall from the throne, on which she had so nearly + been again seated. Catherine Seyton devoured in secret her own grief, + anxious to support the broken spirits of her mistress; and the Abbot, + bending his troubled thoughts upon futurity, endeavoured in vain to form + some plan which had a shadow of hope. The spirit of young Roland—for + he also mingled in the hasty debates held by the companions of the Queen's + flight—continued unchecked and unbroken. + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty,” he said, “has lost a battle—Your ancestor, Bruce, + lost seven successively, ere he sat triumphant on the Scottish throne, and + proclaimed with the voice of a victor, in the field of Bannockburn, the + independence of his country. Are not these heaths, which we may traverse + at will, better than the locked, guarded, and lake-moated Castle of + Lochleven?—We are free—in that one word there is comfort for + all our losses.” + </p> + <p> + He struck a bold note, but the heart of Mary made no response. + </p> + <p> + “Better,” she said, “I had still been in Lochleven, than seen the + slaughter made by rebels among the subjects who offered themselves to + death for my sake. Speak not to me of farther efforts—they would + only cost the lives of you, the friends who recommend them! I would not + again undergo what I felt, when I saw from yonder mount the swords of the + fell horsemen of Morton raging among the faithful Seytons and Hamiltons, + for their loyalty to their Queen—I would not again feel what I felt + when Douglas's life-blood stained my mantle for his love to Mary Stewart—not + to be empress of all that Britain's seas enclose. Find for me some place + where I can hide my unhappy head, which brings destruction on all who love + it—it is the last favour that Mary asks of her faithful followers.” + </p> + <p> + In this dejected mood, but still pursuing her flight with unabated + rapidity, the unfortunate Mary, after having been joined by Lord Herries + and a few followers, at length halted, for the first time, at the Abbey of + Dundrennan, nearly sixty miles distant from the field of battle. In this + remote quarter of Galloway, the Reformation not having yet been strictly + enforced against the monks, a few still lingered in their cells + unmolested; and the Prior, with tears and reverence, received the fugitive + Queen at the gate of his convent. + </p> + <p> + “I bring you ruin, my good father,” said the Queen, as she was lifted from + her palfrey. + </p> + <p> + “It is welcome,” said the Prior, “if it comes in the train of duty.” + </p> + <p> + Placed on the ground, and supported by her ladies, the Queen looked for an + instant at her palfrey, which, jaded and drooping its head, seemed as if + it mourned the distresses of its mistress. + </p> + <p> + “Good Roland,” said the Queen, whispering, “let Rosabelle be cared for—ask + thy heart, and it will tell thee why I make this trifling request even in + this awful hour.” + </p> + <p> + She was conducted to her apartment, and in the hurried consultation of her + attendants, the fatal resolution of the retreat to England was finally + adopted. In the morning it received her approbation, and a messenger was + despatched to the English warden, to pray him for safe-conduct and + hospitality, on the part of the Queen of Scotland. On the next day the + Abbot Ambrose walked in the garden of the Abbey with Roland, to whom he + expressed his disapprobation of the course pursued. “It is madness and + ruin,” he said; “better commit herself to the savage Highlanders or wild + Bordermen, than to the faith of Elizabeth. A woman to a rival woman—a + presumptive successor to the keeping of a jealous and childless Queen!—Roland, + Herries is true and loyal, but his counsel has ruined his mistress.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ruin follows us every where,” said an old man, with a spade in his + hand, and dressed like a lay-brother, of whose presence, in the vehemence + of his exclamation, the Abbot had not been aware—“Gaze not on me + with such wonder!—I am he who was the Abbot Boniface at Kennaquhair, + who was the gardener Blinkhoolie at Lochleven, hunted round to the place + in which I served my noviciate, and now ye are come to rouse me up again!—A + weary life I have had for one to whom peace was ever the dearest + blessing!” + </p> + <p> + “We will soon rid you of our company, good father,” said the Abbot; “and + the Queen will, I fear, trouble your retreat no more.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, you said as much before,” said the querulous old man, “and yet I was + put forth from Kinross, and pillaged by troopers on the road.—They + took from me the certificate that you wot of—that of the Baron—ay, + he was a moss-trooper like themselves—You asked me of it, and I + could never find it, but they found it—it showed the marriage of—of—my + memory fails me—Now see how men differ! Father Nicholas would have + told you an hundred tales of the Abbot Ingelram, on whose soul God have + mercy!—He was, I warrant you, fourscore and six, and I am not more + than—let me see——” + </p> + <p> + “Was not Avenel the name you seek, my good father?” said Roland, + impatiently, yet moderating his tone for fear of alarming or offending the + infirm old man. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, right—Avenel, Julian Avenel—You are perfect in the name—I + kept all the special confessions, judging it held with my vow to do so—I + could not find it when my successor, Ambrosius, spoke on't—but the + troopers found it, and the Knight who commanded the party struck his + breast, till the target clattered like an empty watering-can.” + </p> + <p> + “Saint Mary!” said the Abbot, “in whom could such a paper excite such + interest! What was the appearance of the knight, his arms, his colours?” + </p> + <p> + “Ye distract me with your questions—I dared hardly look at him—they + charged me with bearing letters for the Queen, and searched my mail—This + was all along of your doings at Lochleven.” + </p> + <p> + “I trust in God,” said the Abbot to Roland, who stood beside him, + shivering and trembling “with impatience,” the paper has fallen into the + hands of my brother—I heard he had been with his followers on the + scout betwixt Stirling and Glasgow.—Bore not the Knight a + holly-bough on his helmet?—Canst thou not remember?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, remember—remember,” said the old man pettishly; “count as many + years as I do, if your plots will let you, and see what, and how much, you + remember.—Why, I scarce remember the pear-mains which I graffed here + with my own hands some fifty years since.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment a bugle sounded loudly from the beach. + </p> + <p> + “It is the death-blast to Queen Mary's royalty,” said Ambrosius; “the + English warden's answer has been received, favourable doubtless, for when + was the door of the trap closed against the prey which it was set for?—Droop + not, Roland—this matter shall be sifted to the bottom—but we + must not now leave the Queen—follow me—let us do our duty, and + trust the issue with God—Farewell, good Father—I will visit + thee again soon.” + </p> + <p> + He was about to leave the garden, followed by Roland, with half-reluctant + steps. The Ex-Abbot resumed his spade. + </p> + <p> + “I could be sorry for these men,” he said, “ay, and for that poor Queen, + but what avail earthly sorrows to a man of fourscore?—and it is a + rare dropping morning for the early colewort.” + </p> + <p> + “He is stricken with age,” said Ambrosius, as he dragged Roland down to + the sea-beach; “we must let him take his time to collect himself—nothing + now can be thought on but the fate of the Queen.” + </p> + <p> + They soon arrived where she stood, surrounded by her little train, and by + her side the sheriff of Cumberland, a gentleman of the house of Lowther, + richly dressed and accompanied by soldiers. The aspect of the Queen + exhibited a singular mixture of alacrity and reluctance to depart. Her + language and gestures spoke hope and consolation to her attendants, and + she seemed desirous to persuade even herself that the step she adopted was + secure, and that the assurance she had received of kind reception was + altogether satisfactory; but her quivering lip, and unsettled eye, + betrayed at once her anguish at departing from Scotland, and her fears of + confiding herself to the doubtful faith of England. + </p> + <p> + “Welcome, my Lord Abbot,” she said, speaking to Ambrosius, “and you, + Roland Avenel, we have joyful news for you—our loving sister's + officer proffers us, in her name, a safe asylum from the rebels who have + driven us from our home—only it grieves me we must here part from + you for a short space.” + </p> + <p> + “Part from us, madam!” said the Abbot. “Is your welcome in England, then, + to commence with the abridgment of your train, and dismissal of your + counsellors?” + </p> + <p> + “Take it not thus, good Father,” said Mary; “the Warden and the Sheriff, + faithful servants of our Royal Sister, deem it necessary to obey her + instructions in the present case, even to the letter, and can only take + upon them to admit me with my female attendants. An express will instantly + be despatched from London, assigning me a place of residence; and I will + speedily send to all of you whenever my Court shall be formed.” + </p> + <p> + “Your Court formed in England! and while Elizabeth lives and reigns?” said + the Abbot—“that will be when we shall see two suns in one heaven!” + </p> + <p> + “Do not think so,” replied the Queen; “we are well assured of our sister's + good faith. Elizabeth loves fame—and not all that she has won by her + power and her wisdom will equal that which she will acquire by extending + her hospitality to a distressed sister!—not all that she may + hereafter do of good, wise, and great, would blot out the reproach of + abusing our confidence.—Farewell, my page—now my knight—farewell + for a brief season. I will dry the tears of Catherine, or I will weep with + her till neither of us can weep longer.”—She held out her hand to + Roland, who flinging himself on his knees, kissed it with much emotion. He + was about to render the same homage to Catherine, when the Queen, assuming + an air of sprightliness, said, “Her lips, thou foolish boy! and, + Catherine, coy it not—these English gentlemen should see, that, even + in our cold clime, Beauty knows how to reward Bravery and Fidelity!” + </p> + <p> + “We are not now to learn the force of Scottish beauty, or the mettle of + Scottish valour,” said the Sheriff of Cumberland, courteously—“I + would it were in my power to bid these attendants upon her who is herself + the mistress of Scottish beauty, as welcome to England as my poor cares + would make them. But our Queen's orders are positive in case of such an + emergence, and they must not be disputed by her subject.—May I + remind your Majesty that the tide ebbs fast?” + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff took the Queen's hand, and she had already placed her foot on + the gangway, by which she was to enter the skiff, when the Abbot, starting + from a trance of grief and astonishment at the words of the Sheriff, + rushed into the water, and seized upon her mantle. + </p> + <p> + “She foresaw it!—She foresaw it!”—he exclaimed—“she + foresaw your flight into her realm; and, foreseeing it, gave orders you + should be thus received. Blinded, deceived, doomed—Princess! your + fate is sealed when you quit this strand.—Queen of Scotland, thou + shalt not leave thine heritage!” he continued, holding a still firmer + grasp upon her mantle; “true men shall turn rebels to thy will, that they + may save thee from captivity or death. Fear not the bills and bows whom + that gay man has at his beck—we will withstand him by force. Oh, for + the arm of my warlike brother!—Roland Avenel, draw thy sword.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen stood irresolute and frightened; one foot upon the plank, the + other on the sand of her native shore, which she was quitting for ever. + </p> + <p> + “What needs this violence, Sir Priest?” said the Sheriff of Cumberland; “I + came hither at your Queen's command, to do her service; and I will depart + at her least order, if she rejects such aid as I can offer. No marvel is + it if our Queen's wisdom foresaw that such chance as this might happen + amidst the turmoils of your unsettled State; and, while willing to afford + fair hospitality to her Royal Sister, deemed it wise to prohibit the + entrance of a broken army of her followers into the English frontier.” + </p> + <p> + “You hear,” said Queen Mary, gently unloosing her robe from the Abbot's + grasp, “that we exercise full liberty of choice in leaving this shore; + and, questionless, the choice will remain free to us in going to France, + or returning to our own dominions, as we shall determine—Besides, it + is too late—Your blessing, Father, and God speed thee!” + </p> + <p> + “May He have mercy on thee, Princess, and speed thee also!” said the + Abbot, retreating. “But my soul tells me I look on thee for the last + time!” The sails were hoisted, the oars were plied, the vessel went + freshly on her way through the firth, which divides the shores of + Cumberland from those of Galloway; but not till the vessel diminished to + the size of a child's frigate, did the doubtful, and dejected, and + dismissed followers of the Queen cease to linger on the sands; and long, + long could they discern the kerchief of Mary, as she waved the + oft-repeated signal of adieu to her faithful adherents, and to the shores + of Scotland. + </p> + <p> + If good tidings of a private nature could have consoled Roland for parting + with his mistress, and for the distresses of his sovereign, he received + such comfort some days subsequent to the Queen's leaving Dundrennan. A + breathless post—no other than Adam Woodcock—brought despatches + from Sir Halbert Glendinning to the Abbot, whom he found with Roland, + still residing at Dundrennan, and in vain torturing Boniface with fresh + interrogations. The packet bore an earnest invitation to his brother to + make Avenel Castle for a time his residence. “The clemency of the Regent,” + said the writer, “has extended pardon both to Roland and to you, upon + condition of your remaining a time under my wardship. And I have that to + communicate respecting the parentage of Roland, which not only you will + willingly listen to, but which will be also found to afford me, as the + husband of his nearest relative, some interest in the future course of his + life.” + </p> + <p> + The Abbot read this letter, and paused, as if considering what were best + for him to do. Meanwhile, Woodcock took Roland side, and addressed him as + follows:—“Now, look, Mr. Roland, that you do not let any papestrie + nonsense lure either the priest or you from the right quarry. See you, you + ever bore yourself as a bit of a gentleman. Read that, and thank God that + threw old Abbot Boniface in our way, as two of the Seyton's men were + conveying him towards Dundrennan here.—We searched him for + intelligence concerning that fair exploit of yours at Lochleven, that has + cost many a man his life, and me a set of sore bones—and we found + what is better for your purpose than ours.” + </p> + <p> + The paper which he gave, was, indeed, an attestation by Father Philip, + subscribing himself unworthy Sacristan, and brother of the House of Saint + Mary's, stating, “that under a vow of secrecy he had united, in the holy + sacrament of marriage, Julian Avenel and Catherine Graeme; but that Julian + having repented of his union, he, Father Philip, had been sinfully + prevailed on by him to conceal and disguise the same, according to a + complot devised betwixt him and the said Julian Avenel, whereby the poor + damsel was induced to believe that the ceremony had been performed by one + not in holy orders, and having no authority to that effect. Which sinful + concealment the undersigned conceived to be the cause why he was abandoned + to the misguiding of a water-fiend, whereby he had been under a spell, + which obliged him to answer every question, even touching the most solemn + matters, with idle snatches of old songs, besides being sorely afflicted + with rheumatic pains ever after. Wherefore he had deposited this + testificate and confession with the day and date of the said marriage, + with his lawful superior Boniface, Abbot of Saint Mary's, <i>sub sigillo + confessionis</i>.” + </p> + <p> + It appeared by a letter from Julian, folded carefully up with the + certificate, that the Abbot Boniface had, in effect, bestirred himself in + the affair, and obtained from the Baron a promise to avow his marriage; + but the death of both Julian and his injured bride, together with the + Abbot's resignation, his ignorance of the fate of their unhappy offspring, + and above all, the good father's listless and inactive disposition, had + suffered the matter to become totally forgotten, until it was recalled by + some accidental conversation with the Abbot Ambrosius concerning the + fortunes of the Avenel family. At the request of his successor, the + quondam Abbot made search for it; but as he would receive no assistance in + looking among the few records of spiritual experiences and important + confessions, which he had conscientiously treasured, it might have + remained for ever hidden amongst them, but for the more active researches + of Sir Halbert Glendinning. + </p> + <p> + “So that you are like to be heir of Avenel at last, Master Roland, after + my lord and lady have gone to their place,” said Adam; “and as I have but + one boon to ask, I trust you will not nick me with nay.” + </p> + <p> + “Not if it be in my power to say yes, my trusty friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Why then, I must needs, if I live to see that day, keep on feeding the + eyases with unwashed flesh,” said Woodcock sturdily, as if doubting the + reception that his request might meet with. + </p> + <p> + “Thou shalt feed them with what you list for me,” said Roland, laughing; + “I am not many months older than when I left the Castle, but I trust I + have gathered wit enough to cross no man of skill in his own vocation.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I would not change places with the King's falconer,” said Adam + Woodcock, “nor with the Queen's neither—but they say she will be + mewed up and never need one.—I see it grieves you to think of it, + and I could grieve for company; but what help for it?—Fortune will + fly her own flight, let a man hollo himself hoarse.” + </p> + <p> + The Abbot and Roland journeyed to Avenel, where the former was tenderly + received by his brother, while the lady wept for joy to find that in her + favourite orphan she had protected the sole surviving branch of her own + family. Sir Halbert Glendinning and his household were not a little + surprised at the change which a brief acquaintance with the world had + produced in their former inmate, and rejoiced to find, in the pettish, + spoiled, and presuming page, a modest and unassuming young man, too much + acquainted with his own expectations and character, to be hot or petulant + in demanding the consideration which was readily and voluntarily yielded + to him. The old Major Domo Wingate was the first to sing his praises, to + which Mistress Lilias bore a loud echo, always hoping that God would teach + him the true gospel. + </p> + <p> + To the true gospel the heart of Roland had secretly long inclined, and the + departure of the good Abbot for France, with the purpose of entering into + some house of his order in that kingdom, removed his chief objection to + renouncing the Catholic faith. Another might have existed in the duty + which he owed to Magdalen Graeme, both by birth and from gratitude. But he + learned, ere he had been long a resident in Avenel, that his grandmother + had died at Cologne, in the performance of a penance too severe for her + age, which she had taken upon herself in behalf of the Queen and Church of + Scotland, as soon as she heard of the defeat at Langside. The zeal of the + Abbot Ambrosius was more regulated; but he retired into the Scottish + convent of———, and so lived there, that the fraternity + were inclined to claim for him the honours of canonization. But he guessed + their purpose, and prayed them, on his death-bed, to do no honours to the + body of one as sinful as themselves; but to send his body and his heart to + be buried in Avenel burial-aisle, in the monastery of Saint Mary's, that + the last Abbot of that celebrated house of devotion might sleep among its + ruins. + </p> + <p> + [Footnote: This was not the explanation of the incident of searching for + the heart, mentioned in the introduction to the tale, which the author + originally intended. It was designed to refer to the heart of Robert + Bruce. It is generally known that that great monarch, being on his + death-bed, bequeathed to the good Lord James of Douglas, the task of + carrying his heart to the Holy Land, to fulfil in a certain degree his own + desire to perform a crusade. Upon Douglas's death, fighting against the + Moors in Spain, a sort of military hors d'oeuvre to which he could have + pleaded no regular call of duty, his followers brought back the Bruce's + heart, and deposited it in the Abbey church of Melrose, the Kennaquhair of + the tale. + </p> + <p> + This Abbey has been always particularly favoured by the Bruce. We have + already seen his extreme anxiety that each of the reverend brethren should + be daily supplied with a service of boiled almonds, rice and milk, pease, + or the like, to be called the King's mess, and that without the ordinary + service of their table being either disturbed in quantity or quality. But + this was not the only mark of the benignity of good King Robert towards + the monks of Melrose, since, by a charter of the dale 29th May, 1326, he + conferred on the Abbot of Melrose the sum of two thousand pounds sterling, + for rebuilding: the church of St. Mary's, ruined by the English; and there + is little or no doubt that the principal part of the remains which now + display such exquisite specimens of Gothic architecture, at its very + purest period, had their origin in this munificent donation. The money was + to be paid out of crown lands, estates forfeited to the King, and other + property or demesnes of the crown. + </p> + <p> + A very curious letter written to his son about three weeks before his + death, has been pointed out to me by my friend Mr. Thomas Thomson, + Deputy-Register for Scotland. It enlarges so much on the love of the royal + writer to the community of Melrose, that it is well worthy of being + inserted in a work connected in some degree with Scottish History. + </p> + <p> + LITERA DOMINI REGIS ROBERTI AD FILIUM SUUM DAVID. + </p> + <p> + “Robertius dei gratia Rex Scottorum, David precordialissimo filio suo, ac + ceteris successoribus suis; Salutem, et sic ejus precepta tenere, ut cum + sua benedictione possint regnare. Fili carissime, digne censeri videtur + filius, qui, paternos in bonis mores imitans, piam ejus nititur exequi + voluntatem; nec proprie sibi sumit nomen heredis, qui salubribus + predecessoris affectibus non adherit: Cupientes igitur, ut piam + affectionem et scinceram delectionem, quam erga monasterium de Melros, ubi + cor nostrum ex speciali devotione disposuimus tumularidum, et erga + Religiosos ibidem Deo servientes, ipsorum vita sanctissima nos ad hoc + excitante, concepimus; Tu ceterique successores mei pia scinceritate + prosequarimi, ut, ex vestre dilectionis affectu dictis Religiosis nostri + causa post mortem nostrum ostenso, ipsi pro nobis ad orandum ferveucius et + forcius animentur: Vobis precipimus quantum possumus, instanter + supplicamus, et ex toto corde injungimus, Quatinus assignacionibus quas + eisdem yiris Religiosis et fabrica Ecclesie sue de novo fecimus ac eciam + omnibus aliis donacionibus nostris, ipsos libere gaudere permittatis, + Easdem potius si necesse fuerit augmentantes quam diminuentes, ipsorum + peticiones auribus benevolis admittentes, ac ipsos contra suos invasores + et emuios pia defensione protegentes. Hanc autem exhortacionem + supplicacionem et preceptum tu, fili ceterique successores nostri + prestanti animo complere curetis, si nostram benedictionem habere velitis, + una cum benedictione filii summi Regis, qui filios docuit patrum + voluntates in bono perficere, asserens in mundum se venisse non ut suam + voluntatem faceret sed paternam. In testimonium autem nostre devotionis + ergra locum predictum sic a nobis dilectum et electum concepte, presentem + literam Religiosis predictis dimittimus, nostris successoribus in posterum + ostendendam. Data apud Cardros, undecimo die Maij, Anno Regni nostri + vicesimo quarto.” + </p> + <p> + If this charter be altogether genuine, and there is no appearance of + forgery, it gives rise to a curious doubt in Scottish History. The letter + announces that the King had already destined his heart to be deposited at + Melrose. The resolution to send it to Palestine, under the charge of + Douglas, must have been adopted betwixt 11th May 1329, the date of the + letter, and 7th June of the same year, when the Bruce died; or else we + must suppose that the commission of Douglas extended not only to taking + the Bruce's heart to Palestine, but to bring it safe back to its final + place of deposit in the Abbey of Melrose. + </p> + <p> + It would not be worth inquiring: by what caprice the author was induced to + throw the incident of the Bruce's heart entirely out of the story, save + merely to say, that he found himself unable to fill up the canvass he had + sketched, and indisposed to prosecute the management of the supernatural + machinery with which his plan, when it was first rough-hewn, was connected + and combined.] + </p> + <p> + Long before that period arrived, Roland Avenel was wedded to Catherine + Seyton, who, after two years' residence with her unhappy mistress, was + dismissed upon her being subjected to closer restraint than had been at + first exercised. She returned to her father's house, and as Roland was + acknowledged for the successor and lawful heir of the ancient house of + Avenel, greatly increased as the estate was by the providence of Sir + Halbert Gleninning, there occurred no objections to the match on the part + of her family. Her mother was recently dead when she first entered the + convent; and her father, in the unsettled times which followed Queen + Mary's flight to England, was not averse to an alliance with a youth, who, + himself loyal to Queen Mary, still held some influence, through means of + Sir Halbert Glendinning, with the party in power. + </p> + <p> + Roland and Catherine, therefore, were united, spite of their differing + faiths; and the White Lady, whose apparition had been infrequent when the + house of Avenel seemed verging to extinction, was seen to sport by her + haunted well, with a zone of gold around her bosom as broad as the + baldrick of an Earl. + </p> + <p> + END OF THE ABBOT. + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Abbot, by Sir Walter Scott + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ABBOT *** + +***** This file should be named 6407-h.htm or 6407-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/6/4/0/6407/ + + + +Text file produced by Alan Millar, David Moynihan, Charles Franks +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team + +Illustrated HTML file produced by David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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