Dwining nodded a.s.sent, and added:
"There is no time lost; for there is little difficulty in blighting a flower exhausted from having been made to bloom too soon."
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
Ah, me! in sooth he was a shameless wight, Sore given to revel and unG.o.dly glee: Few earthly things found favour in his sight, Save concubines and carnal companie, And flaunting wa.s.sailers of high and low degree.
BYRON.
With the next morning the humour of the Duke of Rothsay was changed.
He complained, indeed, of pain and fever, but they rather seemed to stimulate than to overwhelm him. He was familiar with Ramorny, and though he said nothing on the subject of the preceding night, it was plain he remembered what he desired to obliterate from the memory of his followers--the ill humour he had then displayed. He was civil to every one, and jested with Ramorny on the subject of Catharine"s arrival.
"How surprised will the pretty prude be at seeing herself in a family of men, when she expects to be admitted amongst the hoods and pinners of Dame Marjory"s waiting women! Thou hast not many of the tender s.e.x in thy household, I take it, Ramorny?"
"Faith, none except the minstrel wench, but a household drudge or two whom we may not dispense with. By the way, she is anxiously inquiring after the mistress your Highness promised to prefer her to. Shall I dismiss her, to hunt for her new mistress at leisure?"
"By no means, she will serve to amuse Catharine. And, hark you, were it not well to receive that coy jillet with something of a mumming?"
"How mean you, my lord?"
"Thou art dull, man. We will not disappoint her, since she expects to find the d.u.c.h.ess of Rothsay: I will be Duke and d.u.c.h.ess in my own person."
"Still I do not comprehend."
"No one so dull as a wit," said the Prince, "when he does not hit off the scent at once. My d.u.c.h.ess, as they call her, has been in as great a hurry to run away from Falkland as I to come hither. We have both left our apparel behind. There is as much female trumpery in the wardrobe adjoining to my sleeping room as would equip a whole carnival. Look you, I will play Dame Marjory, disposed on this day bed here with a mourning veil and a wreath of willow, to show my forsaken plight; thou, John, wilt look starch and stiff enough for her Galwegian maid of honour, the Countess Hermigild; and Dwining shall present the old Hecate, her nurse--only she hath more beard on her upper lip than Dwining on his whole face, and skull to boot. He should have the commodity of a beard to set her forth conformably. Get thy kitchen drudges, and what pa.s.sable pages thou hast with thee, to make my women of the bedroom. Hearest thou? about it instantly."
Ramorny hasted into the anteroom, and told Dwining the Prince"s device.
"Do thou look to humour the fool," he said; "I care not how little I see him, knowing what is to be done."
"Trust all to me," said the physician, shrugging his shoulders. "What sort of a butcher is he that can cut the lamb"s throat, yet is afraid to hear it bleat?"
"Tush, fear not my constancy: I cannot forget that he would have cast me into the cloister with as little regard as if he threw away the truncheon of a broken lance. Begone--yet stay; ere you go to arrange this silly pageant, something must be settled to impose on the thick witted Charteris. He is like enough, should he be left in the belief that the d.u.c.h.ess of Rothsay is still here, and Catharine Glover in attendance on her, to come down with offers of service, and the like, when, as I need scarce tell thee, his presence would be inconvenient.
Indeed, this is the more likely, that some folks have given a warmer name to the iron headed knight"s great and tender patronage of this damsel."
"With that hint, let me alone to deal with him. I will send him such a letter, that for this month he shall hold himself as ready for a journey to h.e.l.l as to Falkland. Can you tell me the name of the d.u.c.h.ess"s confessor?"
"Waltheof, a grey friar."
"Enough--then here I start."
In a few minutes, for he was a clerk of rare celerity, Dwining finished a letter, which he placed in Ramorny"s hand.
"This is admirable, and would have made thy fortune with Rothsay. I think I should have been too jealous to trust thee in his household, save that his day is closed."
"Read it aloud," said Dwining, "that we may judge if it goes trippingly off."
And Ramorny read as follows: "By command of our high and mighty Princess Marjory, d.u.c.h.ess of Rothsay, and so forth, we Waltheof, unworthy brother of the order of St. Francis, do thee, Sir Patrick Charteris, knight of Kinfauns, to know, that her Highness marvels much at the temerity with which you have sent to her presence a woman of whose fame she can judge but lightly, seeing she hath made her abode, without any necessity, for more than a week in thine own castle, without company of any other female, saving menials; of which foul cohabitation the savour is gone up through Fife, Angus, and Perthshire. Nevertheless, her Highness, considering the ease as one of human frailty, hath not caused this wanton one to be scourged with nettles, or otherwise to dree penance; but, as two good brethren of the convent of Lindores, the Fathers Thickskull and Dundermore, have been summoned up to the Highlands upon an especial call, her Highness hath committed to their care this maiden Catharine, with charge to convey her to her father, whom she states to be residing beside Loch Tay, under whose protection she will find a situation more fitting her qualities and habits than the Castle of Falkland, while her Highness the d.u.c.h.ess of Rothsay abides there. She hath charged the said reverend brothers so to deal with the young woman as may give her a sense of the sin of incontinence, and she commendeth thee to confession and penitence.--Signed, Waltheof, by command of an high and mighty Princess"; and so forth.
When he had finished, "Excellent--excellent!" Ramorny exclaimed. "This unexpected rebuff will drive Charteris mad! He hath been long making a sort of homage to this lady, and to find himself suspected of incontinence, when he was expecting the full credit of a charitable action, will altogether confound him; and, as thou say"st, it will be long enough ere he come hither to look after the damsel or do honour to the dame. But away to thy pageant, while I prepare that which shall close the pageant for ever."
It was an hour before noon, when Catharine, escorted by old Henshaw and a groom of the Knight of Kinfauns, arrived before the lordly tower of Falkland. The broad banner which was displayed from it bore the arms of Rothsay, the servants who appeared wore the colours of the Prince"s household, all confirming the general belief that the d.u.c.h.ess still resided there. Catharine"s heart throbbed, for she had heard that the d.u.c.h.ess had the pride as well as the high courage of the house of Douglas, and felt uncertain touching the reception she was to experience. On entering the castle, she observed that the train was smaller than she had expected, but, as the d.u.c.h.ess lived in close retirement, she was little surprised at this. In a species of anteroom she was met by a little old woman, who seemed bent double with age, and supported herself upon an ebony staff.
"Truly thou art welcome, fair daughter," said she, saluting Catharine, "and, as I may say, to an afflicted house; and I trust (once more saluting her) thou wilt be a consolation to my precious and right royal daughter the d.u.c.h.ess. Sit thee down, my child, till I see whether my lady be at leisure to receive thee. Ah, my child, thou art very lovely indeed, if Our Lady hath given to thee a soul to match with so fair a body."
With that the counterfeit old woman crept into the next apartment, where she found Rothsay in the masquerading habit he had prepared, and Ramorny, who had evaded taking part in the pageant, in his ordinary attire.
"Thou art a precious rascal, sir doctor," said the Prince; "by my honour, I think thou couldst find in thy heart to play out the whole play thyself, lover"s part and all."
"If it were to save your Highness trouble," said the leech, with his usual subdued laugh.
"No--no," said Rothsay, "I never need thy help, man; and tell me now, how look I, thus disposed on the couch--languishing and ladylike, ha?"
"Something too fine complexioned and soft featured for the Lady Marjory of Douglas, if I may presume to say so," said the leech.
"Away, villain, and marshal in this fair frost piece--fear not she will complain of my effeminacy; and thou, Ramorny, away also."
As the knight left the apartment by one door, the fict.i.tious old woman ushered in Catharine Glover by another. The room had been carefully darkened to twilight, so that Catharine saw the apparently female figure stretched on the couch without the least suspicion.
"Is that the maiden?" asked Rothsay, in a voice naturally sweet, and now carefully modulated to a whispering tone. "Let her approach, Griselda, and kiss our hand."
The supposed nurse led the trembling maiden forward to the side of the couch, and signed to her to kneel. Catharine did so, and kissed with much devotion and simplicity the gloved hand which the counterfeit d.u.c.h.ess extended to her.
"Be not afraid," said the same musical voice; "in me you only see a melancholy example of the vanity of human greatness; happy those, my child, whose rank places them beneath the storms of state."
While he spoke, he put his arms around her neck and drew her towards him, as if to salute her in token of welcome. But the kiss was bestowed with an earnestness which so much overacted the part of the fair patroness, that Catharine, concluding the d.u.c.h.ess had lost her senses, screamed aloud.
"Peace, fool! it is I--David of Rothsay."
Catharine looked around her; the nurse was gone, and the Duke tearing off his veil, she saw herself in the power of a daring young libertine.
"Now be present with me, Heaven!" she said; "and Thou wilt, if I forsake not myself."
As this resolution darted through her mind, she repressed her disposition to scream, and, as far as she might, strove to conceal her fear.
"The jest hath been played," she said, with as much firmness as she could a.s.sume; "may I entreat that your Highness will now unhand me?" for he still kept hold of her arm.
"Nay, my pretty captive, struggle not--why should you fear?"
"I do not struggle, my lord. As you are pleased to detain me, I will not, by striving, provoke you to use me ill, and give pain to yourself, when you have time to think."
"Why, thou traitress, thou hast held me captive for months," said the Prince, "and wilt thou not let me hold thee for a moment?"
"This were gallantry, my lord, were it in the streets of Perth, where I might listen or escape as I listed; it is tyranny here."
"And if I did let thee go, whither wouldst thou fly?" said Rothsay.