"We judge of the tree by the fruit," said Poundtext, "and allow not that to be of divine inspiration that contradicts the divine laws."
"You forget, brother Poundtext," said Macbriar, "that these are the latter days, when signs and wonders shall be multiplied."
Poundtext stood forward to reply; but, ere he could articulate a word, the insane preacher broke in with a scream that drowned all compet.i.tion.
"Who talks of signs and wonders? Am not I Habakkuk Mucklewrath, whose name is changed to Magor-Missabib, because I am made a terror unto myself and unto all that are around me?--I heard it--When did I hear it?--Was it not in the Tower of the Ba.s.s, that overhangeth the wide wild sea?--And it howled in the winds, and it roared in the billows, and it screamed, and it whistled, and it clanged, with the screams and the clang and the whistle of the sea-birds, as they floated, and flew, and dropped, and dived, on the bosom of the waters. I saw it--Where did I see it?--Was it not from the high peaks of Dunbarton, when I looked westward upon the fertile land, and northward on the wild Highland hills; when the clouds gathered and the tempest came, and the lightnings of heaven flashed in sheets as wide as the banners of an host?--What did I see?--Dead corpses and wounded horses, the rushing together of battle, and garments rolled in blood.--What heard I?--The voice that cried, Slay, slay--smite--slay utterly--let not your eye have pity! slay utterly, old and young, the maiden, the child, and the woman whose head is grey--Defile the house and fill the courts with the slain!"
"We receive the command," exclaimed more than one of the company. "Six days he hath not spoken nor broken bread, and now his tongue is unloosed:--We receive the command; as he hath said, so will we do."
Astonished, disgusted, and horror-struck, at what he had seen and heard, Morton turned away from the circle and left the cottage. He was followed by Burley, who had his eye on his motions.
"Whither are you going?" said the latter, taking him by the arm.
"Any where,--I care not whither; but here I will abide no longer."
"Art thou so soon weary, young man?" answered Burley. "Thy hand is but now put to the plough, and wouldst thou already abandon it? Is this thy adherence to the cause of thy father?"
"No cause," replied Morton, indignantly--"no cause can prosper, so conducted. One party declares for the ravings of a bloodthirsty madman; another leader is an old scholastic pedant; a third"--he stopped, and his companion continued the sentence--"Is a desperate homicide, thou wouldst say, like John Balfour of Burley?--I can bear thy misconstruction without resentment. Thou dost not consider, that it is not men of sober and self-seeking minds, who arise in these days of wrath to execute judgment and to accomplish deliverance. Hadst thou but seen the armies of England, during her Parliament of 1640, whose ranks were filled with sectaries and enthusiasts, wilder than the anabaptists of Munster, thou wouldst have had more cause to marvel; and yet these men were unconquered on the field, and their hands wrought marvellous things for the liberties of the land."
"But their affairs," replied Morton, "were wisely conducted, and the violence of their zeal expended itself in their exhortations and sermons, without bringing divisions into their counsels, or cruelty into their conduct. I have often heard my father say so, and protest, that he wondered at nothing so much as the contrast between the extravagance of their religious tenets, and the wisdom and moderation with which they conducted their civil and military affairs. But our councils seem all one wild chaos of confusion."
"Thou must have patience, Henry Morton," answered Balfour; "thou must not leave the cause of thy religion and country either for one wild word, or one extravagant action. Hear me. I have already persuaded the wiser of our friends, that the counsellors are too numerous, and that we cannot expect that the Midianites shall, by so large a number, be delivered into our hands. They have hearkened to my voice, and our a.s.semblies will be shortly reduced within such a number as can consult and act together; and in them thou shalt have a free voice, as well as in ordering our affairs of war, and protecting those to whom mercy should be shown--Art thou now satisfied?"
"It will give me pleasure, doubtless," answered Morton, "to be the means of softening the horrors of civil war; and I will not leave the post I have taken, unless I see measures adopted at which my conscience revolts.
But to no b.l.o.o.d.y executions after quarter asked, or slaughter without trial, will I lend countenance or sanction; and you may depend on my opposing them, with both heart and hand, as constantly and resolutely, if attempted by our own followers, as when they are the work of the enemy."
Balfour waved his hand impatiently.
"Thou wilt find," he said, "that the stubborn and hard-hearted generation with whom we deal, must be chastised with scorpions ere their hearts be humbled, and ere they accept the punishment of their iniquity. The word is gone forth against them, "I will bring a sword upon you that shall avenge the quarrel of my Covenant." But what is done shall be done gravely, and with discretion, like that of the worthy James Melvin, who executed judgment on the tyrant and oppressor, Cardinal Beaton."
"I own to you," replied Morton, "that I feel still more abhorrent at cold-blooded and premeditated cruelty, than at that which is practised in the heat of zeal and resentment."
"Thou art yet but a youth," replied Balfour, "and hast not learned how light in the balance are a few drops of blood in comparison to the weight and importance of this great national testimony. But be not afraid; thyself shall vote and judge in these matters; it may be we shall see little cause to strive together anent them."
With this concession Morton was compelled to be satisfied for the present; and Burley left him, advising him to lie down and get some rest, as the host would probably move in the morning.
"And you," answered Morton, "do not you go to rest also?"
"No," said Burley; "my eyes must not yet know slumber. This is no work to be done lightly; I have yet to perfect the choosing of the committee of leaders, and I will call you by times in the morning to be present at their consultation."
He turned away, and left Morton to his repose.
The place in which he found himself was not ill adapted for the purpose, being a sheltered nook, beneath a large rock, well protected from the prevailing wind. A quant.i.ty of moss with which the ground was overspread, made a couch soft enough for one who had suffered so much hardship and anxiety. Morton wrapped himself in the horse-man"s cloak which he had still retained, stretched himself on the ground, and had not long indulged in melancholy reflections on the state of the country, and upon his own condition, ere he was relieved from them by deep and sound slumber.
The rest of the army slept on the ground, dispersed in groups, which chose their beds on the fields as they could best find shelter and convenience. A few of the princ.i.p.al leaders held wakeful conference with Burley on the state of their affairs, and some watchmen were appointed who kept themselves on the alert by chanting psalms, or listening to the exercises of the more gifted of their number.
CHAPTER II.
Got with much ease--now merrily to horse.
Henry IV. Part I.
With the first peep of day Henry awoke, and found the faithful Cuddie standing beside him with a portmanteau in his hand.
"I hae been just putting your honour"s things in readiness again ye were waking," said Cuddie, "as is my duty, seeing ye hae been sae gude as to tak me into your service."
"I take you into my service, Cuddie?" said Morton, "you must be dreaming."
"Na, na, stir," answered Cuddie; "didna I say when I was tied on the horse yonder, that if ever ye gat loose I would be your servant, and ye didna say no? and if that isna hiring, I kenna what is. Ye gae me nae arles, indeed, but ye had gien me eneugh before at Milnwood."
"Well, Cuddie, if you insist on taking the chance of my unprosperous fortunes"--
"Ou ay, I"se warrant us a" prosper weel eneugh," answered Cuddie, cheeringly, "an anes my auld mither was weel putten up. I hae begun the campaigning trade at an end that is easy eneugh to learn."
"Pillaging, I suppose?" said Morton, "for how else could you come by that portmanteau?"
"I wotna if it"s pillaging, or how ye ca"t," said Cuddie, "but it comes natural to a body, and it"s a profitable trade. Our folk had tirled the dead dragoons as bare as bawbees before we were loose amaist.--But when I saw the Whigs a" weel yokit by the lugs to Kettledrummle and the other chield, I set off at the lang trot on my ain errand and your honour"s.
Sae I took up the syke a wee bit, away to the right, where I saw the marks o"mony a horsefoot, and sure eneugh I cam to a place where there had been some clean leatherin", and a" the puir chields were lying there buskit wi" their claes just as they had put them on that morning--naebody had found out that pose o" carcages--and wha suld be in the midst thereof (as my mither says) but our auld acquaintance, Sergeant Bothwell?"
"Ay, has that man fallen?" said Morton.
"Troth has he," answered Cuddie; "and his een were open and his brow bent, and his teeth clenched thegither, like the jaws of a trap for foumarts when the spring"s doun--I was amaist feared to look at him; however, I thought to hae turn about wi" him, and sae I e"en riped his pouches, as he had dune mony an honester man"s; and here"s your ain siller again (or your uncle"s, which is the same) that he got at Milnwood that unlucky night that made us a" sodgers thegither."
"There can be no harm, Cuddie," said Morton, "in making use of this money, since we know how he came by it; but you must divide with me."
"Bide a wee, bide a wee," said Cuddie. "Weel, and there"s a bit ring he had hinging in a black ribbon doun on his breast. I am thinking it has been a love-token, puir fallow--there"s naebody sae rough but they hae aye a kind heart to the la.s.ses--and there"s a book wi"a wheen papers, and I got twa or three odd things, that I"ll keep to mysell, forby."
"Upon my word, you have made a very successful foray for a beginner,"
said his new master.
"Haena I e"en now?" said Cuddie, with great exultation. "I tauld ye I wasna that dooms stupid, if it cam to lifting things.--And forby, I hae gotten twa gude horse. A f.e.c.kless loon of a Straven weaver, that has left his loom and his bein house to sit skirling on a cauld hill-side, had catched twa dragoon naigs, and he could neither gar them hup nor wind, sae he took a gowd n.o.ble for them baith--I suld hae tried him wi" half the siller, but it"s an unco ill place to get change in--Ye"ll find the siller"s missing out o" Bothwell"s purse."
"You have made a most excellent and useful purchase, Cuddie; but what is that portmanteau?"
"The pockmantle?" answered Cuddie, "it was Lord Evandale"s yesterday, and it"s yours the day. I fand it ahint the bush o" broom yonder--ilka dog has its day--Ye ken what the auld sang says,
"Take turn about, mither, quo" Tam o" the Linn."
"And, speaking o" that, I maun gang and see about my mither, puir auld body, if your honour hasna ony immediate commands."
"But, Cuddie," said Morton, "I really cannot take these things from you without some recompense."
"Hout fie, stir," answered Cuddie, "ye suld aye be taking,--for recompense, ye may think about that some other time--I hae seen gay weel to mysell wi" some things that fit me better. What could I do wi" Lord Evandale"s braw claes? Sergeant Bothwell"s will serve me weel eneugh."
Not being able to prevail on the self-const.i.tuted and disinterested follower to accept of any thing for himself out of these warlike spoils, Morton resolved to take the first opportunity of returning Lord Evandale"s property, supposing him yet to be alive; and, in the meanwhile, did not hesitate to avail himself of Cuddie"s prize, so far as to appropriate some changes of linen and other triffling articles amongst those of more value which the portmanteau contained.