"Hah!" he laughed unpleasantly. "The man does not live who can best me, least of all you!"
Of course, I had boasted when I said I had thought over his actions and knew I could now best him. I knew certainly I could do nothing of the kind, but I also knew that in time I should. I would study, learn, work much with the blade, and then I would seek him out.
They rode away, and two dozen of Andrew"s men mounted and followed at a short distance to see them gone. Several of them looked to be stout fighting men who had served in the Queen"s forces by land or sea. I doubted not they could take care of themselves against the rabble who followed Leckenbie.
"I must get on my way now," I said. "You have been kind, but I have far to go."
"Indeed you have, lad," Andrew put a hand on my shoulder, "but I"d forget your promise to come and find Rafe Leckenbie. He"s an evil one, and time will take care of bis kind."
"We shall see." I paused. "I wish to make for Scotland now. Which is the best way?"
"There are fishing boats at the Esk that go north up the coast, but if I mistake not, Leckenbie will expect you there, so I would suggest you go north on land. I will see you on your way. I have friends at Workington Hall."
"I know the name."
"Aye, a few years back Mary, Queen of Scots, took refuge there. Perhaps we can find a letter for you that will open a way for you among the Scots."
"You are too kind."
"If you wished to stay, we could make a place for you here. You are a good lad, and should not be wandering about the country like any gypsy or vagabond."
"I have a way to go," I said.
"Aye," he replied gloomily, "one I might have taken myself at your age, but then I met Mary."
"You did well," I said, "as did she."
He smiled. "Aye. Now we will have up some horses and ride north."
"You do not fear to leave after all this?"
He chuckled grimly. "If they wish to return, let them do so! My lads will be about, and they are a rough lot. My father had a ship and was often at sea. Many of these men here sailed with him. They have endured many a hard-fought battle. You"ll not find their like this side of the Highland clans!"
He was a careful man, and north we rode by starlight that we might not be observed from afar. At dawn we rested and ate at a drover"s cot, a cozy, hidden place among the gray rocks and green rolling hills where a burn came down from the rocky hills, chuckling and babbling through the green hummocks and among wildflowers; a pleasant land, but a waiting land, too, for often had fierce Highland raiders come this way.
At Workington Andrew found a fisherman he knew, a Scot, by the name of Jamie, and fresh down from the west Highlands. "Aye, I will take him awa", and gladly." Jamie looked at my face and hands. "You"ve had a rough go of it, lad. What is it you wish for now?"
"To be well again and to find a fine swordsman who can teach me."
"And then?"
"Then I shall return."
"There speaks a true man. Well, he used you hardly, but not with a sword, I"ll mind?"
"A sword it was. This is but from a fall I had, although thankful I was to fall, for it saved my life. A moment more and he would have had me."
"Was he so good, then?"
"The best."
"Aye? Wait until you"ve met MacAskill, lad. He"s one of a fighting lot. Lead the MacLeod"s in battle, they do, and a brawny, fearsome lot they are, but the one to whom I"ll take you ... he"s another matter, for he has served in armies abroad, and is a terrible man in a fight."
"If he can teach me, I will go to him."
"If he will teach you! I doubt he will. He"s man of independent mind and thought. He teaches no one ... but he could. You are a brawny lad, surely, and we"ll take you along to him. He can do no more than say no."
"And who is the man?"
"Fergus MacAskill. He"s fought in the clan wars in the Highlands, but upon the Continent as well. "Tis not only the claymore for which he"s known, but every kind of a weapon."
"The MacAskills are to be found on the Isle of Lewis in the Hebrides, and some perhaps on Skye. I"ve not been there m"self, but they are allied to the MacLeods and have the name of strong fighters, always."
Andrew added that comment and then arose. "I"ll leave him to you, Jamie, and do you see him well ash.o.r.e, for he seems a good lad and I"d like as much done for me was I left as he is."
"I am obliged," I told him. "You shall see me again one day."
Jamie led the way down to his boat. "Have you been upon the sea, then?"
"A time or two, and far from here, but upon water not unlike this."
"Good! You can help me then, for it looks to be a braw, bad night upon the water."
And a braw, bad night it was, to be sure. The wind howled down the firth as if to bury us by its sheer force, and a driving rain with it. When I came ash.o.r.e at last there was not a dry st.i.tch to me, but I was in Scotland and free of my enemies.
And there was a man for me to find, the great fighting man, Fergus MacAskill.
Tomorrow, with dry clothes, a night"s sleep, and a meal under my belt, I would begin.
12.
Alone upon the sh.o.r.e I watched the fisher"s boat turn to take the wind, and lifted a hand to bid farewell. I did not know if he saw me, but I stood and watched him go, then turned to walk up the path. I was in Galloway, with nothing in my hands and no place to go.
Yet a man must move, and I have discovered it is always best to keep putting one foot before the other, and so I did now. A gloomy, foggy, mysterious place it was, and a fit one for the seeing of ghosties and ghoulies in the night. Boylike, I was wary of such creatures, wanting none of them.
After walking a bit I saw a light, but when I knocked upon the door no answer came and the light went out. Although I waited and knocked again there was no opening of the door nor any welcome.
A mile or more beyond I saw a cl.u.s.ter of lights. One belonged to a place that pa.s.sed for a tavern, for as I came near a man emerged, weaving somewhat from the cargo he carried, which was shifting him about like a heavy sea. I hailed him and asked if there might be shelter for the night and a bite of something.
"Aye," the man swayed like a willow in the wind, "and good food it is, too, if you"re of a mind to eat, but his ale"s the better bargain. Sure, and I think the man is heir to that Pict who is said to have jumped from the cliffs yonder o" the Mull, holding the formula for heather ale."
"I"ll speak to him then," I said, and went to the door and opened it.
The room was low of ceiling, heavily timbered, and there was a huge old fireplace with copper kettles and such, and a few benches about and a long table at which some men sat, boatmen, fishermen, and the like, each with his mug of ale before him.
"Why, it"s a lad! And a sorry wet one, too! Come in, now! Up to the fire wi" y"!" The speaker was a wide man and deep, with reddish whiskers at his jowls and a queer sort of flat cap to his head. "John! A bit of something for the lad, now!"
"What"ll you have boy?" The innkeeper was a fat, pleasant-looking man.
"Whatever," I said. "I"ve little enough money."
"Do y" not be thinkin" o" that! I"ve a son m"sel"!" The man with the red whiskers clapped me on the shoulder. "Sit close to the fire, lad, and drink up. A drop will do y" no harm this e"en."
When I had the gla.s.s in my hand and a plate of bread and gruel before me I said, "Can you be tellin" me now where I"m likely to find Fergus MacAskill?"
They stared at me, and my friend put his gla.s.s down hard upon the table. "Fergus, is it? Aye, there be a plenty would like to see Fergus, but there"s many more would wish for no sight of him." He drank and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "Why would a lad like you be wanting to find Fergus?"
"I do not know him, nor him me. Yet it has been said that he is a great fighting man, and I would learn."
"To fight? A man can fight or he cannot. "Tis all!"
"Na, John! Y" know that isn"t true, what y" say! A man may have the heart but no" the skill. Cannot y" see? The lad wants the skill! He wishes to learn!"
"Why, then?"
So I told it simply, how I fancied myself a swordsman, although I was only a boy, and how those who set upon me proved my skill was nothing like enough.
"And when you"ve the skill, what then?"
"I shall go back. I shall find Rafe Leckenbie again. I shall make him show me his best and then I shall beat him."
"Hah? Well, I"ll be thinkin" y"ll have to talk y" best to get aught from Fergus. He"s no" the one to teach any who come, only those who seek him out for a fight-and they pay dear for what they get."
"Where to look, that"s the question," I said.
The men exchanged glances. "Go north and ask for him. If he wishes to see you he"ll find you soon enough, and if he doesn"t y" will be whistlin" to the wind for all y"ll see of him."
My gruel was hearty enough, and warmed my insides. The ale was good, and soon the chill began to go from me.
"Do y" have the Gaelic then?" He who was my friend put the question.
"Aye, although a different sound than yours, no doubt. But I have it, never fear."
"You"ll need it. There"s some say he takes notions time to time and will speak only that."
One man got up. "It be late. I"ve a fair piece to go." He went out, shutting the door behind him. My lids were heavy and I nodded above the last of the ale.
"John? The lad"s dyin" for sleep. Can y" not put him down before the fire? He"s not the pailing kind, I"ll warrant."
"I am not," I said. "I would steal from no man."
"There"s a bit of rug b" the fire, lad, if y" can make do wi" it."
"I could sleep on a stone," I said, "and think it soft, that tired I am. I crossed the Solway this night from England and traveled some before that."
"And hurt, too." John indicated my face. "But it heals."
The man who spoke for me helped to move back the table and they unrolled their bit of rug before the fire. He made do upon a bench, but I trusted no such place for fear of falling off in the night. John added a chunk or two to the fire, driftwood brought up from the sea it was, looking like a bit of some great spar from a lost ship. I said as much.
"Aye, a few have been lost yonder off the Mull. Some fine vessels, too, and some fine folks."
John left us then for his own bed. The candle was snuffed and only the firelight lit the room, and all was still enough except for a drop now and again as rain fell into the fire. It hissed at each drop, and sometimes a spark flew. The room was warm, but tired though I was, I could scarcely sleep.
Suddenly the man upon the bench spoke with a whisper. "Lad? Be you awake still?"
"Aye," I said, not trusting him, although friendly enough he had been.
"Lad, if you"ll come along wi" me when morning comes, I"ll show you on your way and more. I"ll pay you a bit. I need a st.u.r.dy lad who"s not afeared to fight."
"Fight? I have no wish for it. Only in my own good time, and wi" those I choose."
"Lad, lad! D"y" think I ken not your Gaelic? You"re Irish as Paddy"s pig, and so am I, but there"s those who would have my heart if the chance offered."
"Here? In Scotland?"
"Aye, even here. I need other eyes to watch, and you"ve a smart way about you." He paused. "Who are you, then?"
"I did not ask you," I said.
"That you did not. So be it. My way is your way, lad. I"ve a man to see in the Highlands, a man who is friendly to the Irish, but there"s English spies about. Mind you, I find no harm in the Englishmen. I"ve friends among them, but they"re Queen"s men ... ah, that"s another thing!"
"I go to the Highlands, and I seek Fergus MacAskill. If my way lies with yours, so be it."
"Good, then! They look for a man alone. Together we"ve a chance, and we can take turns sleeping."
"And tonight?"
"No ... I think tonight is safe, but if you hear a sound outside, touch my foot. I"ll come awake soon enough."
The wind was rising, and the rain increasing. I liked it not and wished to travel alone, yet a fellow Irishman? A man seeking help for Ireland no doubt ... Well, I would see what the next day offered, and take each day as it came. I wanted no fight with any man except Leckenbie, and that only in its time.
I slept, awakening only to stir the fire and to listen to the hard rain fall, and the wind. It was an angry sea yon, and I knew why he who brought me turned so quick from the sh.o.r.e, for he smelled it on the wind. He knew the storm was coming. What was it the old wives said? "G.o.d have pity on the poor sailors on such a night as this!" Aye, and all who had no shelter, as I might not have had.
Gray was scarcely in the sky before my companion was up and outside, looking about at the weather.
John handed me a bowl of hot soup. "Drink it, lad. You travel a great distance, and I wish you luck." A movement of his head indicated the man outside. "You walk with him?"
I shrugged. "It was spoken of. For a distance, perhaps."
"He is a good man, make no mistake, but he walks a dangerous path. All who are with him are in danger, for what he does is close upon treason. If anybody could find Fergus MacAskill for you, he could ... but do not become involved with what he does, and if danger comes, think of yourself and get away. He would wish that, too."
He paused; breaking a chunk of bread from a loaf, he handed it to me. "My mother was from Ireland so I"ve a sympathy for them there. Be careful, lad."