chequer, as if there would not be twenty of the wildcats ready to supply his place."
Thus thought the glover, not aware that the strictest proclamations were issued, prohibiting any of the two contending clans, their friends, allies, and dependants, from coming within fifty miles of Perth, during a week before and a week after the combat, which regulation was to be enforced by armed men.
So soon as our friend Simon arrived at the habitation of the herdsman, he found other news awaiting him. They were brought by Father Clement, who came in a pilgrim"s cloak, or dalmatic, ready to commence his return to the southward, and desirous to take leave of his companion in exile, or to accept him as a travelling companion.
"But what," said the citizen, "has so suddenly induced you to return within the reach of danger?"
"Have you not heard," said Father Clement, "that, March and his English allies having retired into England before the Earl of Douglas, the good earl has applied himself to redress the evils of the commonwealth, and hath written to the court letters desiring that the warrant for the High Court of Commission against heresy be withdrawn, as a trouble to men"s consciences, that the nomination of Henry of Wardlaw to be prelate of St. Andrews be referred to the Parliament, with sundry other things pleasing to the Commons? Now, most of the n.o.bles that are with the King at Perth, and with them Sir Patrick Charteris, your worthy provost, have declared for the proposals of the Douglas. The Duke of Albany had agreed to them--whether from goodwill or policy I know not. The good King is easily persuaded to mild and gentle courses. And thus are the jaw teeth of the oppressors dashed to pieces in their sockets, and the prey s.n.a.t.c.hed from their ravening talons. Will you with me to the Lowlands, or do you abide here a little s.p.a.ce?"
Neil Booshalloch saved his friend the trouble of reply.
"He had the chief"s authority," he said, "for saying that Simon Glover should abide until the champions went down to the battle."
In this answer the citizen saw something not quite consistent with his own perfect freedom of volition; but he cared little for it at the time, as it furnished a good apology for not travelling along with the clergyman.
"An exemplary man," he said to his friend Niel Booshalloch, as soon as Father Clement had taken leave--"a great scholar and a great saint. It is a pity almost he is no longer in danger to be burned, as his sermon at the stake would convert thousands. O Niel Booshalloch, Father Clement"s pile would be a sweet savouring sacrifice and a beacon to all decent Christians! But what would the burning of a borrel ignorant burgess like me serve? Men offer not up old glove leather for incense, nor are beacons fed with undressed hides, I trow. Sooth to speak, I have too little learning and too much fear to get credit by the affair, and, therefore, I should, in our homely phrase, have both the scathe and the scorn."
"True for you," answered the herdsman.
CHAPTER x.x.x.
We must return to the characters of our dramatic narrative whom we left at Perth, when we accompanied the glover and his fair daughter to Kinfauns, and from that hospitable mansion traced the course of Simon to Loch Tay; and the Prince, as the highest personage, claims our immediate attention.
This rash and inconsiderate young man endured with some impatience his sequestered residence with the Lord High Constable, with whose company, otherwise in every respect satisfactory, he became dissatisfied, from no other reason than that he held in some degree the character of his warder. Incensed against his uncle and displeased with his father, he longed, not unnaturally, for the society of Sir John Ramorny, on whom he had been so long accustomed to throw himself for amus.e.m.e.nt, and, though he would have resented the imputation as an insult, for guidance and direction. He therefore sent him a summons to attend him, providing his health permitted; and directed him to come by water to a little pavilion in the High Constable"s garden, which, like that of Sir John"s own lodgings, ran down to the Tay. In renewing an intimacy so dangerous, Rothsay only remembered that he had been Sir Join Ramorny"s munificent friend; while Sir John, on receiving the invitation, only recollected, on his part, the capricious insults he had sustained from his patron, the loss of his hand, and the lightness with which he had treated the subject, and the readiness with which Rothsay had abandoned his cause in the matter of the bonnet maker"s slaughter. He laughed bitterly when he read the Prince"s billet.
"Eviot," he said, "man a stout boat with six trusty men--trusty men, mark me--lose not a moment, and bid Dwining instantly come hither.
"Heaven smiles on us, my trusty friend," he said to the mediciner. "I was but beating my brains how to get access to this fickle boy, and here he sends to invite me."
"Hem! I see the matter very clearly," said Dwining. "Heaven smiles on some untoward consequences--he! he! he!"
"No matter, the trap is ready; and it is baited, too, my friend, with what would lure the boy from a sanctuary, though a troop with drawn weapons waited him in the churchyard. Yet is it scarce necessary.
His own weariness of himself would have done the job. Get thy matters ready--thou goest with us. Write to him, as I cannot, that we come instantly to attend his commands, and do it clerkly. He reads well, and that he owes to me."
"He will be your valiancie"s debtor for more knowledge before he dies--he! he! he! But is your bargain sure with the Duke of Albany?"
"Enough to gratify my ambition, thy avarice, and the revenge of both.
Aboard--aboard, and speedily; let Eviot throw in a few flasks of the choicest wine, and some cold baked meats."
"But your arm, my lord, Sir John? Does it not pain you?"
"The throbbing of my heart silences the pain of my wound. It beats as it would burst my bosom."
"Heaven forbid!" said Dwining; adding, in a low voice--"It would be a strange sight if it should. I should like to dissect it, save that its stony case would spoil my best instruments."
In a few minutes they were in the boat, while a speedy messenger carried the note to the Prince.
Rothsay was seated with the Constable, after their noontide repast. He was sullen and silent; and the earl had just asked whether it was his pleasure that the table should be cleared, when a note, delivered to the Prince, changed at once his aspect.
"As you will," he said. "I go to the pavilion in the garden--always with permission of my Lord Constable--to receive my late master of the horse."
"My lord!" said Lord Errol.
"Ay, my lord; must I ask permission twice?"
"No, surely, my lord," answered the Constable; "but has your Royal Highness recollected that Sir John Ramorny--"
"Has not the plague, I hope?" replied the Duke of Rothsay. "Come, Errol, you would play the surly turnkey, but it is not in your nature; farewell for half an hour."
"A new folly!" said Errol, as the Prince, flinging open a lattice of the ground parlour in which they sat, stept out into the garden--"a new folly, to call back that villain to his counsels. But he is infatuated."
The Prince, in the mean time, looked back, and said hastily:
"Your lordship"s good housekeeping will afford us a flask or two of wine and a slight collation in the pavilion? I love the al fresco of the river."
The Constable bowed, and gave the necessary orders; so that Sir John found the materials of good cheer ready displayed, when, landing from his barge, he entered the pavilion.
"It grieves my heart to see your Highness under restraint," said Ramorny, with a well executed appearance of sympathy.
"That grief of thine will grieve mine," said the Prince. "I am sure here has Errol, and a right true hearted lord he is, so tired me with grave looks, and something like grave lessons, that he has driven me back to thee, thou reprobate, from whom, as I expect nothing good, I may perhaps obtain something entertaining. Yet, ere we say more, it was foul work, that upon the Fastern"s Even, Ramorny. I well hope thou gavest not aim to it."
"On my honour, my lord, a simple mistake of the brute Bonthron. I did hint to him that a dry beating would be due to the fellow by whom I had lost a hand; and lo you, my knave makes a double mistake. He takes one man for another, and instead of the baton he uses the axe."
"It is well that it went no farther. Small matter for the bonnet maker; but I had never forgiven you had the armourer fallen--there is not his match in Britain. But I hope they hanged the villain high enough?"
"If thirty feet might serve," replied Ramorny.
"Pah! no more of him," said Rothsay; "his wretched name makes the good wine taste of blood. And what are the news in Perth, Ramorny? How stands it with the bona robas and the galliards?"
"Little galliardise stirring, my lord," answered the knight. "All eyes are turned to the motions of the Black Douglas, who comes with five thousand chosen men to put us all to rights, as if he were bound for another Otterburn. It is said he is to be lieutenant again. It is certain many have declared for his faction."
"It is time, then, my feet were free," said Rothsay, "otherwise I may find a worse warder than Errol."
"Ah, my lord! were you once away from this place, you might make as bold a head as Douglas."
"Ramorny," said the Prince, gravely, "I have but a confused remembrance of your once having proposed something horrible to me. Beware of such counsel. I would be free--I would have my person at my own disposal; but I will never levy arms against my father, nor those it pleases him to trust."
"It was only for your Royal Highness"s personal freedom that I was presuming to speak," answered Ramorny. "Were I in your Grace"s place, I would get me into that good boat which hovers on the Tay, and drop quietly down to Fife, where you have many friends, and make free to take possession of Falkland. It is a royal castle; and though the King has bestowed it in gift on your uncle, yet surely, even if the grant were not subject to challenge, your Grace might make free with the residence of so near a relative."
"He hath made free with mine," said the Duke, "as the stewartry of Renfrew can tell. But stay, Ramorny--hold; did I not hear Errol say that the Lady Marjory Douglas, whom they call d.u.c.h.ess of Rothsay, is at Falkland? I would neither dwell with that lady nor insult her by dislodging her."
"The lady was there, my lord," replied Ramorny; "I have sure advice that she is gone to meet her father."
"Ha! to animate the Douglas against me? or perhaps to beg him to spare me, providing I come on my knees to her bed, as pilgrims say the emirs and amirals upon whom a Saracen soldan bestows a daughter in marriage are bound to do? Ramorny, I will act by the Douglas"s own saying, "It is better to hear the lark sing than the mouse squeak." I will keep both foot and hand from fetters."
"No place fitter than Falkland," replied Ramorny. "I have enough of good yeomen to keep the place; and should your Highness wish to leave it, a brief ride reaches the sea in three directions."